#as a bonus i can stick my magnets on it

[flower-sniffing-friend]

I finally found a good place to display my keychains :)

[clefairysoup]

What yours and Ellie’s apartment would look like and why

All the photos are from Pinterest not mine! Reblogs and comments are very appreciated. I come bearing fluff. No apocalypse and I’m not sure if someone has done this idea, I haven’t seen anything but if someone has please tell me and I will delete this

The kitchen

This is the most average broke uni student kitchen I have ever seen, and it fits you two. Ellie bought magnets that say 'eat pussy all day' and stuck them on the fridge, she told you it’s a reminder for her to come get her other meal. Anyways ellie gives of vibes that the most cooking she can do to her abilities is sticking a nasty ready meal in the microwave. More under cut

dining area

your dining area is the most boring and small place in the apartment, you both simply have no care for it. Its just a table with 2 chairs that sits in the most random spot (your fucked when people come over). Usually you eat in the living room, only ever used when you feel bad for neglecting it, cluttering things on the table of random objects that you forget about or for stealing one of the chairs for something else. ultimately useless.

Bathroom

Simple but still shows sign of use. some cute plants and odd posters and stickers ellie insists of having on the wall. Ellie definitely manages to get water all over the floor when showering, even with the curtain and your like ??? Just me thatlikes those toilet rug things but then its also gross at the same time, because thats where you shit why do you have a rug on it. Ellie has a mug that says, 'Keep calm im a lesbian' on it that holds your tooth brushes.

Bedroom

Ellie’s lazy ass would NEVER make the bed, she just rolls right outta there. Got a whole shelf and drawer to your cds and vinyls, and the many different head phones and players. Shelves of all the comics ellie loves and your things. Cringy ass pillows all over the bed. Ellie also keeps her guitar on the wall.

Living room

Once again ellie removed the ceiling lights from the living because it didn’t match the vibe. You now have over 12 lamps scattered around the room, that you find in little thrift stores. 100% have a mini fridge because you guys can’t be bothered to take 4 steps to the kitchen. 100 pillows and the throws that you try to fold up but somehow just end up pilled in a ball back to how they were. You guys own tons of board games that Ellie keeps from her childhood.

bonus

Ellie owns a freaking plakat beta fish because I said so, and she’s also an autistic nerd (someone had to say it ). She loves her fish called Hester which is an astrology term for star, that she also is nerdy af about

I hope you enjoyed me talking about my wife of 3 years, Reblogs are very appreciated

[earthstellar]

cybertronian child care: "too many Terrans plz help", send text

there's no way the adult bots in Earthspark haven't magnetised their plating at least once in order to stick one of the Terrans on their frame like an electro-magnetic baby carrier while trying to address some shit the others are doing, lmao

like, I don't have enough arms to deal with this, I'll just stick this one to my chest while running to stop the others from accidentally dying

maybe Nightshade gets curious about how powerlines work, so they start flying up to check it out and Bumblebee just grabs them out of the air like "NOPE, THAT'S NOT HOW WE LEARN ABOUT ELECTRICITY"

meanwhile Thrash is about to slam himself in the helm with his wheel boomerang move during battle practice, gotta intercept that before anyone gets a processor injury

so Nightshade gets magnetised while Bee grabs the wheel before it can ricochet

Hashtag is about to share slightly too much information on social media, gotta grab their phone, go go go go

the sheer chaos, lmao

but also this could be very cute, like Megatron magnetising Twitch to his chest in order to teach her some combat moves or defensive melee forms without risking her getting hit or stepped on :')

bonus: similar to a Cone of Shame situation, Optimus might magnetise Bumblebee to his chest after Dorothy raises some concerns to Optimus about Bee's combat training with the Terrans.

it's nothing too serious but Optimus wants a captive audience to be sure his commentary is heard and noted, so Bee just sighs and accepts being magnetised while Optimus gives him some leaderly advice, lmao

this vaguely has the same vibe as cats carrying kittens around by the scruff, which is also fun

[lokisgoodgirl]

Hi, boo! I have a request to make since I've been feeling icky the past few mornings due to allergies.

Loki is introduced to chocolate for the first time by reader. Bonus points for Gryffindor if there's smut involved 😉😉

I'm talking...chocolate fondue type smut..if you catch my drift 😜

Welllll since it's you, and since you have crummy allergies making you feel bad, and since I love you...buckle up baby 🍫I hope you feel better very soon! x

You asked for this.

Make me Melt

Warnings: Smuttish. w/c 500

Masterlist here

The rustle of unfamiliar foil made Loki cast a glance over his shoulder.

He did a double take.

"Another Midgardian health food, is it?" he drawled, continuing to chop carrots with methodical grace.

He could have cut that sarcasm, too.

You rolled your eyes. His playful barb recalled the time you spent trying to convince him doughnuts were peak nutrition when he caught you with a box of twelve in bed.

Smiling at the memory, you paused to enjoy the sight of his triceps flex against his t-shirt with every careful thud of the knife.

"No," you chimed, leaning on the counter and breaking off a piece of the huge bar of chocolate. Loki looked over his shoulder again, eyebrows raised. "Really?" he crooned. "Well, what's life without a little naughtiness mmm?"

The god set the blade down, spinning to face you with a carrot stick poised between his fingers. He brought it to his lips. The subsequent crunch made your pussy clench.

He chewed.

He swallowed.

"May I?" he asked, tilting his head with a smirk. You looked at the chunk of chocolate in your fingers. It had begun to melt. You could blame the primal heat steaming off Loki for that.

"I don't think you'd like it," you quipped, smiling sweetly as his eyes narrowed in warning.

You popped the square in your mouth.

In two strides, Loki had you caged against the counter-top.

He stared down at you, random strands of curl brushing against your cheeks. "We'll see about that," he breathed playfully, nudging his nose against your forehead. Like a magnet, your chin rose. His tongue grazed against your lips, impatient for entry.

You felt yourself melt into him like the chocolate warming in your mouth. A warrior woman turned putty in his ridiculously dexterous hands. Loki's tongue swept and tangled with your own. Deep, silken waves that made you lose yourself.

He was tasting it. Swallowing, before delving deeper. Wetter. More-

Loki moaned down your throat, before hoisting you onto the counter. He spread your legs, releasing a ragged gasp before mounting your mouth with his own once more. You could feel his cock pressed against your inner thigh, hard and furiously ready to do his basest will. And yours.

There was a slurp as he withdrew. You sat there, panting with your eyes closed.

"I like it," he purred, slurring quietly against your parted lips.

You heard foil rustle beside you, glancing down in a haze to see Loki's fingers rubbing seductively through the chocolate 's break-lines. You squirmed on the counter, grasping needily at his shirt.

He pressed his cock against your heat, proud brow twitching as you released a frustrated mewl of his name.

"I want more-" Loki growled. He looked down through half-lidded eyes, a wicked glint making them shine as the foiled rustled again.

"-so let's see what we can do with the rest of this, shall we?"

A/N - I might continue this with the full shebang if we think it could work - what could he have in mind?!?!The imagination boggles ;)

Not doing the whole list cos its just a lil happy sunday snack!:)

@simplyholl @wheredafandomat @glitchquake @goddessofwonderland @glitchquake @skymoonandstardust @ladyofthestayingpower @gigglingtiggerv2 @marygoddessofmischief @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet @sebstanwhore @holdmytesseract @muddyorbsblr @lokikissesmyforehead @mochie85 @justjoanne242 @kikster606 @gruftiela @acidcasualties @smolvenger @litaloni @lokischambermaid @mischief2sarawr @alexakeyloveloki @thedistractedagglomeration @maple-seed

[141goblin]

Brain worms :3

Blah blah blah, something about CEO Price and hot mess reader who is in desperate need of a job. In all honesty, I have no idea what this is or if I even like it, but it is writing :) I am planning on writing some more of this, so I hope someone likes it. Also, if anyone has any requests, my ask box is always open.

CW: Implied depression. Smoking.

I rotate between the same four apps for the millionth time that morning and then lock my phone with a huff when I see it’s void of any interesting notifications. It lands on my chest with a small ‘slap’ and I find myself staring up at my ceiling, looking at the small plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars and planets that I stuck up there when I was around eighteen. I almost want to laugh in sheer pity at the difference in myself from then to now. Years have passed and I'm somehow still in the exact place I was, just unhappier, older, and more lost. 

The delusionally ambitious alarm that I set the night previously starts to vibrate and chime against my chest, prompting me to turn it off and sit up in my bed with a heavy sigh. I manage to clamber out of bed, successfully avoiding the piles of clothes and shoes all over my floor, and into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and then take a long look at myself in the mirror, sticking my tongue out and seeing the light layer of foamy toothpaste on the surface. I spit once and attempt, the key word being ‘attempt’, to make my hair look relatively presentable. I don't have the mental strength to shower right now, so I settle for scraping it back into a bun and slapping it down with some hair gel. I flop back down onto my bed and again, attempt, to make myself look at least somewhat human with some makeup, covering up the bags under my eyes and painting some rosiness onto my cheeks so I don't look ninety-nine per cent zombie. I manage to find something clean and smart-ish to wear, (bonus) and I quickly throw a few things into my bag as I simultaneously try to get my shoes on without the use of my hands. The house is silent, as usual, because just like every other day, I'm the only one who's up and about before late afternoon. The silence hangs heavily and I find myself making little noises to fill it; coughing, sniffing, humming. In the thirty seconds before I have to leave, I find the time to scribble a note and pin it to the fridge with a magnet, the words “Need milk!!” messy and underlined. 

The bus journey is quiet and calm, which I enjoy. It helps to settle my nerves a little bit. I prefer it when it's like this, only a few elderly people scattered around a few of the seats, a journey without many stops. During the journey, I listen to some music through my headphones and give myself a mental pep-talk, trying to force myself to make a good impression. I need this job. Not only to pay rent on my shared apartment with my now ex-boyfriend but also to hopefully start to save up, so I can move out and no longer have to endure the horrors and awkwardness of living with my ex and his latest squeeze. 

I’m following my journey on my maps app on my phone, so when I get near enough to walk, I alight the bus and follow the directions to the large office building. Of course, because of my extreme time-related anxiety, I’m thirty minutes early. Luckily, there are a few metal benches outside the office building, so I take a seat and take my jacket off to cool down, having severely underestimated the weather conditions. It's always freezing in the morning time, but then at the slightest glimpse of the sun, it becomes almost sweltering. I rummage around in my hastily-packed bag, find my vape and take a few puffs, to both calm me down and pass the time before I go inside for my interview. I let the cherry flavour settle on my tongue as I stare up at the huge office building before me, trying to picture myself working here. Fitting in. Having a stable job. Making friends at work. My eyes roam up and down the countless glass windows as I fantasise about which one I'll be working in when a presence catches my attention in my peripheral vision.  

“Scuse me, Miss. Mind if I sit?” 

It's a tall, wide man with a sharp jaw and kind, blue eyes. If it weren’t for the eyes, I’d be heavily intimidated. I gesture to the other end of the bench and nod with a polite smile. The man sits down with a grunt, like the kind of sound a grandad would make, and then pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as it sits between his lips. The filter of the cigarette is covered by his moustache that slightly hangs over his upper lip and then blends into his neatly groomed mutton chops. Judging from his button-up, tie and slacks, he works here. His deep voice cuts through the air, deep and laced with a mouthful of smoke from his cigarette. 

“Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here before. Y’new?” 

I shake my head and angle my body towards him a little, not wanting to seem rude to someone I could possibly end up working with. I even take out my headphones. Every impression counts, I tell myself. 

“No. Not yet, anyway. I'm here for an interview. A P.A. position, if I’m not mistaken.”

The man nods and takes a mouthful of smoke like he’s mulling over my words, swirling the acrid smoke around his cheeks before blowing it up towards the sky. He asks who the Personal Assistant role is for and I reply, telling him it's for a Mr. John Price, who I remember from reading or skimming, is the CEO. He nods and flicks the last of his cigarette away, crushing it under his dress shoes before stuffing his hands into his pockets and rocking slightly on his feet, standing next to the bench I’m sitting on. 

“Heard he’s a right tosser.” 

I look up and search him for any trace of humour, I find none. Either he’s really bad at joking, or the CEO is a genuinely unpleasant man to work for. I chuckle awkwardly and take a hit of my vape, so I have a second or two to think of a response.

“Yeah? I’ll keep that in mind, then. Cheers.” I respond with a much too awkward smile. The man simply gives me a nod and turns on his heel, disappearing back inside the office building. Great, now I’m panicking. What if he actually is a tosser? What if he’s one of those bosses who makes crude comments to see me stumble and flush? I attempt to take a calming breath and check the time on my phone. My thirty minutes of waiting time is up, which means I now have to go inside and do this interview.

I stuff my vape into my pocket and put my jacket back on before making my way inside the office building and up to the front desk. There’s a girl there who looks a little older than me, with long blonde hair and manicured hands typing away at a computer. Her face lights up in a bright smile when she sees me approaching the reception desk, and I try my best to match it, despite my nerves. 

“Uh, hello there. I’m here for an interview with Mr Price, I believe?” 

She nods and collects some files, holding them to her chest with one hand as she presses a button on her desk with the other, that bright smile still on her face. That puts me at ease a little bit. If this was an unhappy workplace, surely the receptionist wouldn’t be so sweet and smiley, right?

“Yes, of course, you’re the new P.A!” She chirps, my brows furrowing slightly in confusion. I haven’t even had my interview yet and she’s practically giving me a name badge and showing me to my desk. Before I can ask any questions, she's gesturing for me to follow her down the hall, so I do. She’s chatting away about the weather and what work has been like today, but I’m honestly too nervous to listen fully, so I nod along and smile. Before I know it, we’re standing outside of an office door that she’s knocking on, almost excitedly. Out walks a man-- the man that I met outside, not even fifteen minutes earlier. He greets me with a warm, almost knowing smile before he turns to the chirpy receptionist. 

“Thank you, Allegra. You can go back to your desk.”

Allegra, the smiley receptionist, hands him the files and gives me one last smile before walking off down the hall again. I’m left standing in front of this man, confused as to who he is, and remembering his earlier words about the CEO being a ‘tosser’. He can seemingly read my mind because he chuckles under his breath and sticks out his hand.

“John Price, pleasure to meet you again. I’ll be conducting your interview.” 

I nod and manage to pull myself together, shaking his hand in my own slightly clammy one and offering my best attempt at a composed smile. This man is the CEO, the man I could be working for, the man I have to impress. My future and dare I say, mental state, rests on this interview.

“Right, of course. A pleasure to meet you, Mr Price.” 

After shaking it, my hand drops from his and he leads me inside his office, holding the files in one hand and closing the door behind us with the other. I mentally praise myself for not saying anything stupid earlier when he came outside to smoke. I couldn’t even imagine how awkward it would’ve been if I joked around about my potential boss being a ‘tosser’, right to his face. 

Mr Price takes a seat at his desk and I sit across from him, my bag on the floor, my jacket on the back of the chair. I make a mental note to learn how to dress for the goddamn weather because I currently feel like a big, sweaty mess. 

“Right, Miss. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf - Epilogue (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEX. FLUFF (!!). Cussing. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 2.6k

A/N:  Oh, lord, here we are. THE END. It seems highly fitting that it all comes to a close on our man's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELVIS DARLIN') 💗 So here's some tooth-rotting, sexy fluff for you because I love them and I love y'all.

I have heard your requests for a paperback/ebook loud and clear (ahhh, thank you!) and can tell you I am writing bonus material as we speak and working on the process of self-publishing through Amazon. I will warn you that the physical book is gonna be HUGE (my estimate is close to 600 pages with the bonus material added 😂), but that does mean the cost of the physical book will be a little spendy (not outrageous or anything) because of the cost of printing. Just wanted to let you know in advance!

Also, I know in the past that people were interested in me dropping in for a Q & A type thing on Discord or Twitter Spaces to talk about Pink Scarf...is this something y'all are interested in still? (If not, totally okay!) Let me know in the comments if that sounds like something you'd want!

I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. I'm hoping to soon have a website and an Amazon page up and running soonish so you can follow my other works. I'll keep you posted! Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! 💗

If you so desire, you should now have the ability to tip my blog or different chapters in the story! Of course, no one is obligated to do so! If you do choose to tip, thank you so much! I've never had anyone want to pay for my work before, so this is a big step towards my romance novelist dreams. 💜

Finally, and I can't say this enough, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support and generosity. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

I also want to give a special shout out to my flower, Daisy, @powerofelvis for keeping me sane (relatively lol) and on track throughout this whole process. Thank you for all your encouragement and love (and for listening to me scream into the void), baby! 💜

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I know I'm terribly slow at getting to them but I love every single one!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my AO3 account, as well as my NEW Wattpad account. so if you are so inclined, you can check it out/support me over there with kudos and votes and whatnot!)

Graceland, New Year’s Eve, 1969

The mansion you now call home still sparkles with Christmas decorations as you make your way through the throng of friends and visitors, smiling and laughing, sipping on a delicious champagne that you are positive is ridiculously expensive for the way it melts on your tongue. Everyone is rested and in great spirits, as 1969 was a monumentally successful year for Elvis Presley Enterprises and all those involved.

For you, it’s been a monumental year in many ways. You would never have imagined six months ago that by the end of the year you’d be in the midst of divorcing Jack, preparing for your new career as a backup singer, and moving into Graceland with Elvis, who you are wildly, madly in love with.

A whirlwind, to say the least.

Speak of the devil, you feel that telltale rise of goosebumps on your skin, that magical sixth sense you are now so aware of when you know that Elvis is watching you. You turn from your conversation with Joe and his wife Joanie to find Elvis gazing at you from across the living room with a dangerously coy smile playing on his lips and that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The heat of the look sets your body aflame, a flush rising quickly to your cheeks.

Lord in heaven, this man, you think, giving him a furrow of your brow and a disbelieving look back, only this man would be so bold as to want to take me in the middle of a party at his own damn house.  

But damn it if he doesn’t even waver, completely uncaring that any of the guests might see the blatantly sexual, heated intensity of his stare. He calls it “that lean and hungry look,” and you cannot help the shiver that cascades down your spine because you know he’s about to eat you alive, party be damned.

And sure enough, he strides across the room as if no one else is here, and saying nothing at all, grabs your hand and yanks you away from your conversation. You briefly catch the look of surprise from Joanie and Joe’s smirk before being whisked away.

“Elvis!” you whisper loudly enough for him to hear you, “We have guests!” You manage to set your champagne flute on a nearby table before doubling your steps to try and keep up with his long strides.

He gives no indication of hearing you, though you know he has. But he is singularly focused, which sends warmth into your core and wetness already pooling in your panties because you know what’s coming.

He surprises you by not even making it up the stairs to the bedroom, instead pulling you into the half bathroom on the lower level. You yelp at the change in direction and then he’s slamming you up against the door while locking it at the same time.

Your yelp quickly turns into a quiet moan because his large hands and luscious mouth are suddenly everywhere, all at once. His lips crush into yours, then burn down your neck, sending fire into your belly, and you can’t help but respond. Your hands fly to his head, raking through his scalp. His hand grips the outside of your bare thigh, hitching it up to his waist, his hand slipping under the hem of your dress.

He rolls his pelvis slowly and deliberately into yours. He’s already rock hard, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your core through his pants has you groaning a little too loud, considering you have a house full of people. Elvis doesn’t say a word though, he just smirks and places a ring-clad hand over your mouth.

That action alone has you melting into a puddle because you know, you just know how he’s going to take you: quick and dirty.

“You better be quiet, lil’ mama, or ev’ryone’s gonna know I’m fuckin’ ya senseless,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You can smell the musk of arousal on him, the pheromones so strong they are nearly dizzying. He nibbles the lobe of your ear possessively. This action coupled with his words sends sparks showering through you.

You think you might come apart already, and he’s barely touched you.

His brilliant blues are blown black when he draws away. Free hand snaking up your thigh, his fingers first dance over your soaked panties, then dip them underneath the delicate fabric to graze up through your folds and straight to your clit.

Your eyes roll back, his hand muffling the moans that escape your throat involuntarily. He’s so worked up already, he doesn’t tease you long. Two long fingers plunge knuckle deep into your wet heat, the cold edges of his rings making you squirm a little at the intrusion. You begin panting into his hand as he so expertly thrusts and curves them to give you the maximum amount of pleasure as he stretches you out.

This doesn’t last long, though. He’s too far gone and much too needy for foreplay. A deeply primal instinct has taken over the man you love—you can see it written all over his handsome face. And you welcome it, even as you whimper at the loss of his digits when he unceremoniously pulls them out of you. You welcome it as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door. You welcome it gladly as he hikes your dress up to your waist and rips your lacy panties right off your body.

You gasp, hearing the tearing of fabric as your flushed cheek is pressed into the wood of the door, shivering both from the exposure of the air on your bare ass and for what you know is next. Soon after, you hear the clink of his heavy belt and the woosh of his pants as they thump to the floor and then he’s filling you so completely that you are clawing at the door for purchase.

He can’t stop the growl that comes from within when he sinks deep inside you to the hilt, bottoming out quickly. He’s impatient and does not linger, however, instead pulling back and thrusting into you hard, gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

You manage to keep your gasps quiet as he sets a relentless pace. Your entire body tingles, the obscene sounds from your joining sending you hurtling towards the edge of your own release. He knows your body so well, rubbing desperate circles on your clit that, along with the way he’s filling you, already has your legs shaking and abdomen tensing with pleasure.

Neither of you are going to last long. It’s evident as your breathing speeds up and the coil in your belly snaps, causing you to hit your climax hard with a strangled cry. The wave crests fast,and your walls tense and flutter around him. You love how he still can make you see stars, even in these circumstances. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering, and he follows soon after you with a relieved and gracious groan, pulsing and coating your walls with his arousal.

Heavy breathing is the only sound in the tiny space. Elvis envelops you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair as he pulls you close. You live for these moments when he’s stripped vulnerable, his love so evident and overflowing, making even a bathroom quickie more like making love than you’d had in over a decade of marriage.

You sigh into him, and he kisses the back of your head. “Sorry about your panties, baby,” he whispers almost bashfully into your ear.

You can’t help but laugh, “At the rate you go through ruining them, you might as well just buy me the whole store, love.”

Elvis pulls out and turns you around, grasping your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. It has you melting into his arms, but you know you can’t stay there long, not with a house full of people.

The swell of love you feel for this wonderful, talented, charismatic man is incredible. So many years of shared history has made it easy to slip into a comfortable life with him, so much so that you almost forget what your life was like before. It’s not without its challenges, certainly. He is still mercurial, and you still get locked up in your own head sometimes. The both of you are stubborn as hell, especially now that you’ve taken more agency for yourself in this relationship, more than you ever had with Jack.

As you pull apart and clean up, you feel incredibly lucky that things have worked out the way they have, despite so many years of struggles to make your way to each other.

Once put back together (though sure some of your guests will know exactly what was going on in the bathroom), you reach for the door. Elvis stops you.

“I was gonna wait ‘til midnight and make it a big thing, but I just can’t,” he drawls behind you.

“Wait for what?” you ask quizzically, turning around.

You gasp and your heart begins to gallop in your chest as you watch him sink to one knee as best he can in the tiny space. He pulls a little black box from his pocket. You’re afraid your heart might flutter right out of your body at the sight of it.

“You make me a better man, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and I thank God every day that He put you in my life. I can’t imagine tryin’ to go another day without you by my side. Now, I know it feels real soon, but if we’re honest, it’s been a long time comin’, and I-I-I know you’re still in the middle of the divorce and all, but y/n, would you do me the honor of bein’ my wife?” Elvis asks, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Your heart drops into your stomach. It’s both exhilaration and trepidation all at once, flooding every part of you. Part of you screams with excitement: Of course! Of course! Of course, I’ll be your wife!

But another part is filled with latent fear—fear of being consumed by another marriage so soon, still afraid that this man before you will love you and leave you like the rest. Elvis had said many times over the years that he wasn’t really interested in marriage, and you can’t help but think of that in this moment, as much as you don’t want to.

“Elvis,” you manage to breathe, “I thought…I thought you said you weren’t the ‘marrying kind’? That you didn’t want to be tied down? Are you…are you sure?”

You watch something flash in his eyes for a moment before he looks up at you again. He stands and takes your hands in his. “I-I said that cuz I didn’t think I could ever have you. I knew I couldn’t marry anyone else, wouldn’t be right. You’re the only one I ever truly wanted. I-I-I…you’re my soulmate, y/n. It’s only ever been you, honey,” he says quietly, laying it all out for you, as he pushes an errant strand of your hair behind your ear.

A happy tear trickles down your face. You know he loves you—he tells you every day. But this is so much more than that. You didn’t realize he’d put his entire life on hold for you like this. His soulmate.

As much as it scares you, you know it’s true. He’s right. This inexplicable pull that’s been between the two of you for all this time, the pull you tried so desperately to ignore and forget for so many years, is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt for anyone in your life. Every cell in your body yearns for him, and he feels like home. You fit together perfectly. Now that you’re finally in sync, everything just works.

You cannot ignore the truth that finding your way to each other after all these years feels utterly meant to be. He is there when you need him. He brings out a side of you that you never knew existed—in the bedroom, with your music, your unyielding love for him, even in the hardest moments.

The way he gazes at you now, full of hope and love, makes your knees weak. But part of you is still scared that it’s too soon, that you’ll lose yourself all over again.

Elvis reads your mind, sensing your doubts in that intuitive way of his. “The wedding part doesn’t hafta be right away…I know we gotta wait for the divorce to be final anyway. But whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re comfortable, I’ll be here,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

This sends a sense of relief through you, a release of pressure. Finally, you find your voice. “Let me be your everything?” you whisper, taking his face in your hands, your eyes searching his deep and worldly ones.

Elvis knows what you are asking of him, and he doesn’t think twice. His lips curl up into that beautiful grin of his as he nods. “Yes, everything,” he says back.

“Then yes, yes, I will be your wife,” you laugh, through more happy tears.

“Yes?” he asks joyfully, just to be sure.

“Yes!” you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing his pliant and soft lips to yours.

His hands shake adorably when he slides the tasteful yet extravagantly sized diamond on your ring finger.

And it sits perfectly, as though his ring was always meant to be there. You both stare at it for a moment, your hand resting on top of his.

Squeezing your hand, Elvis looks at you with a boyish kind of awe. “Are you happy, baby?” he asks quietly, his long lashes fanning out as he runs his eyes over your face.

A moment of déjà vu hits you. He’s asked you this before, many different times, and those moments flash through your head, reminding you of your deep history together. The history you now remember and share.

All he’s ever really wanted to do is make me happy, you realize. The thought sends warmth blooming through you.

You look up at him, into that handsome face that you want to spend eternity with. “Oh, I’m more than happy, my love,” you respond. And you are. So much so, you almost don’t believe it.  Then you pull him down for a sweet, soft kiss. He drinks you in as if you are oxygen, bringing you closer.

“Are you happy?” you ask as you nuzzle his nose.

“Darlin’, I’m so happy I wanna sing from the rooftop,” he drawls, grabbing your ass. “I’ll marry ya right here in this damn bathroom, if I gotta. Gonna make you Mrs. Y/n Presley. Then I wanna parade you around and let everyone know you’re mine.” He almost growls the last part and presses his long body into yours.

You laugh. “Well, I don’t think we have to resort to getting married in the bathroom, but Mrs. Y/n Presley has quite the nice ring to it,” you say, smiling, putting your hands in his back pockets.

“I love you,” Elvis says unabashedly, suddenly serious.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, kissing him again. “Now let’s go tell everyone how I’m gonna make an honest man out of you.”

He laughs at that, a big and boisterous sound that makes your own heart sing.

And it will do so for the rest of your days.

*THE END*

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[nighthazerpg]

Patch August 22nd

Have a small content and fixes patch! Traits:

I Love My Puter: You have amazing internet friends who will craft things for you! However this leaves you unable to make Contacts of the regular kind.

Best Worst Friend: Your Contacts are more effective but they're all mad at you because you did something.

Streetwise rework: Now, any information you get for knowledge rolls to do with your hometown is definitely correct - your roll determines how current and relevant it is.

Some new big Items!

The Rewind Drive is a new combat utility toy that lets you set a location to teleport back to! The further you go the more charges it consumes and it goes to a maximum of 30m.

The FetchBox Stick is a magic USB drive that opens a portal in your computer screen to your home machine, specifically for items! However it has a lot of catches (the item description is as long as the description for Portal).

Little item: Tracking Dust now comes in a magnetic flavour.

The overlap of multiple Crowd Controllers now cancels out in the overlap area instead of implicitly stacking. Woe, geometry puzzle be upon ye.

New phone app: Cindr is a dating and hookup app! The developers don't care that you didn't ask for it, and neither do I

Scars changes:

You can now take a scar to an Implant, breaking it (and as usual fixing it costs kB equal to XP gained).

Addiction is now suggested as a scar for Spirit Injuries.

Miscellaneous changes:

You can now become untargetable by going Prone behind Cover! This only applies if the Cover bonus would apply, but now there's a reason why you might want to go prone!

Stinky is now added as a status, described in the Infiltration section under Evidence. If you crawl around in the garbage, don't be surprised when your cartoon stink trail leads guards to the desk you're hiding under.

[dreadfutures]

I went crazy getting stickers from @wickedsnack-art! I love the size and shape of these stickers but I couldn't think of where to put them. I am a renter and can't stick them on my fridge, but I didn't want to put them in a book and hide them, and my laptop is already covered. So I got some thin sheet magnets and cut them around the stickers and viola! (Kuro sticker is from a pizza place in socal I went to once.)

Check out their etsy shop ArtisticallyWicked and their Patreon! You can vote on the subjects of bonus drawings and get free stickers too. I also received some cute little mini Malificents along with the Maleficent sticker :3

Bonus: they go really well with my Tea Gardens, shrimp nigiri, and fake succulent magnets.

[toadeyes-miqote]

Dollfie Dream Sister - Alphinaud and Alisaie

I been waiting for more info on this.

Now Alisaie can join Hylnyan OC's party for adventures (still short of a proper healer for Full Party though)

More photos of semi realistic dolls(sample / youtube video screenshot/ Volks instore sample display) below the cut. Stay out if you can't handle the way they look

SHE'S FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!

Volks JP site Volks US site if you're getting hands for Alisaie. There should be links to partner stores if you want to find stores on your shores to order from SquareEnix US Alisaie Blue Alisaie - Alphinaud

Alisaie is using moulded gloved hands likely in order to stick the Aether Medium ball holder through it to hold better than fabric gloves

Alphinaud is closed mouth head while Alisaie is slightly open mouth (kinda like Luka Megurine)

Magnetic stickon ears like Frieren and SAO Asuna ver Titania

Do I need to be concern about resin eyes since mine use acrylic?

I have a fear of leather/pleather flaking because I already lost my BJD's Leon Kennedy bomber jacket and swat vest that way. As well as some of the gloves the company sells....and some of OC's boots from another company but I don't care, I know what I'm in for. Shoes are my curse even in IRL. Everybody barefoot here. Humidity is the true evil *****Alisaie wear a lot of leather/ pleather so take care when doing shoots with her and storing her clothes. She's likely to share clothes with my Elidibus cosplayer and wigs with Hylnyan's OC. Glamour is the endgame people!!!

Size of dolls to Yoshi-P

Dollfie Dream series are usually done with anime style eyes(well yeah mostly anime characters) and they are light posable vinyl dolls with an internal skeleton(I could be wrong about the older ones).

Y'shtola, the twins and Team Nier's 2B and 9S uses semi realistic art style and eyes (compared to Iplehouse BJD but that's a different story. If you're familiar with Cy Girls or Hot Toys you know what I mean when you scale them up)

I wouldn't mind if FFXIV crew was done as 1/6 because I have a full party wanting to recruit them as well especially Thancred. I totally have a 1/6 size bar for him. Aether medium ball holder. Take note if you want to buy hands for her (or for her to throw hands)

Ears be magnetic stickon

I really like that they are using a light blush on the dolls. It kinda goes with my minions' no/minimal blush style.

Alphi is a good looking lad.

his drone shooty things Nouliths that comes with their own clear holder for posing.

Based on Live Letter on youtube

Volks instore sample display at Doll Point Akihabara

Alphi's eye color! Why do I see shades of Aymeric in this face?

Summary - The adult male Scions will be a challenge to do because mature face, vinyl and stuff ( boyish G'raha might be possible). Thancred and Estinien would be tougher. The Rose of Varsaille Super Dollfie Andre resin bjd weren't exactly in my style sooo..... But Hijikata....Hijikata.

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Bonus

They are gonna be such good friends.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Bazaar - Hiding from Daipai

I dearly love each and every Bazaar photo shoot fig set I have - there is no limit to the number I would buy! So imagine my delight when a clever fig maker decided to immortalize this (technically) off-camera moment!

The inspiration comes from a video taken by a very enterprising daipai. A daipai, if you're not familiar with the term - and I wasn't either, until this fandom - is basically paparazzi for hire. They will follow celebrities to get pictures of them to sell, and also will sell their picture-taking services to fan sites.

Here, they were sneaking shots of Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun. Gong Jun is famously eagle eyed for catching daipai and fan photographers, wherever they are hidden, but this time Zhehan spots the photographer first, since he is facing towards them. Gong Jun is posing for the camera in the exact opposite direction.

This fades out at the end, but I've seen a longer version of this at one point too. Junjun wasn't very happy with this daipai - he looked away very pointedly. It's not easy being a celebrity, no matter what anyone says!

I wasn't sure if the balcony railing would be sent in a different box or how they would do that, but it was sized to fit in one of the boxes.

Here they are! Zhehan's fan isn't removable - it came that way. Neither is Junjun's, for that matter.

Paparazzi certainly aren't loved for the way they invade people's privacy, so the truly epic frown on Junjun's face is fantastic. You know I like smiling figs, but this is just so perfect here. I love it!

I love, love, love the blue streak in Zhehan's hair. His whole Bazaar hair style, for that matter. And Zhehan did too, given that he set a picture from the shoot as his Instagram pic. I also love the moon symbol on Junjun's shirt, which echos the complementary star on Zhehan's. You can't see the star yet, but you will as we rotate around!

Neither of them would stand on their own at all. I got a bunch of figs in this ocean shipment, and I swear a good half of them don't stand! The fig standees are pretty essential, really.

Ahaha, it's been a while, but you can see we are back to the typical Zhehan and Gong Jun fig proportions. Zhehan curvy, Junjun slim.

Love Zhehan's gold studded belt here!

Zhehan's hair is really my favorite in this style.

Look at it, the ponytail is so cute!

There's Zhehan's star on his chest! It's a little hard to see, but it's there.

The choice to put Junjun in fingerless gloves was masterful. I know they're a bit hard to see in the video, but there's these big chunky buckles at the wrist which are very cool. Junjun's hands are very elegant in the black leather - very long and beautiful, and the heavy buckles both highlight and complement how they look.

And we're back around, this time with the railing! Junjun sure looks a little like he's contemplating smacking someone in the head with the fan, doesn't he?

As you can see here, the fig stands fit perfectly underneath it with no problem at all. Looks a little silly, but there's nothing to be done at all about it, since they won't stand up otherwise.

Well. I mean, I know exactly what I'm going to do about it, which is to order a long and thin single standee, and stick them both to it, and have it slightly more hidden behind the rail.

Junjun makes me laugh - his pose with the fan really does look like he's thinking some thoughts!

Every angle of that ponytail is adorable!

As you saw from the earlier unboxing photo, the set came with a bonus add-on of a magnet. My file cabinet is half full on one side now from all my magnets!

The delightful matching artwork on the boxes. I get plain white boxes so much with the resin figs that it's always nice to get the PVC ones for the fancier boxes!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 431

Scene Count: 29 (I don't think a balcony rail counts)

Rating: Two fans are better than one!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[ericleo108]

09/15/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Be My Dream” is my 57th official release. The song was self-recorded, but mixed, and mastered by Keyano. The beat was remade by Ken and the cover art is made by ArtworkGang from Fiverr.

I talk about this blog post and other updates in the latest Sunday update here:

I made this song because Emma Watson is my main cosmic love. To understand what that means visit CosmicLuve.com. This song is a remake from ‘The Chalice Mixtape’ which was basically my first release back in 2017. I have since remade a lot of the songs and still want to take Emma on a date. I think we would hit it off and have a meet-cute. 

Basically, all I want is to meet and be friends, everything else is a bonus. I just want to make her happy and win her affection. I honestly just want to be loved by her and win her friendship and affection. I would love to know what she thinks about my cosmic luve blog. Of course, I want more but it’s healthy to manage expectations and although I think we would get along great, I don’t really know that much about her. She’s intentionally mysterious and lives an ocean away. 

Honestly, I could care less she’s famous. I find it as a detriment if anything I wish she was less famous. I like her because she’s adorable. I find her relatable, charming, and intelligent. I have 5 main cousic luves that I stick to. They are Eros. Outside that, it’s agape 

I would like the thank Emma for being my dream girl and being an idyllic figure for me. Although I hope she finds love even if it’s not with me, I feel very fortunate that Emma is “partnered with herself.” In that way she can be my dream, this idol woman I look up to and strive to have a relationship with. I would probably stop if she got married. Jennifer Lawrence used to be a cosmic luve but I never talk about her anymore because she tied the knot. Like I did with Taylor, I would focus more on Gaia’s interpretation rather than my personal para-social relationship.

In this song I’m just playfully teasing Emma because I don’t know that much about her. I have found websites supposedly with her favorite things, but I don’t know if it’s accurate when it really comes down to it. Basically “Charlotte’s Web” is a song about Emma’s likes (from one of those sites) in an attempt to get her attention. Being my “dream girl,” and like all people do unwittingly, I fill in the (wide) gaps of Emma’s personality with attributes that would make me a better person. Emma is intentionally ambiguous and I like to play off that. Although I would love for her to crush my hopes and dreams by disagreeing with me, the truth is I’m sure she’s human, falible, and just as prone to disagreement/conflict.

I call her Charlotte off her middle name for various reasons. I would use her second middle name but I don’t know how to say it, among other reasons. This brings me to my point that, I’m doing this blind. I’m trying to be a gentleman but the question remains does she like it? Cuz I don’t wanna talk about her romantically unless she’s at least okay with it. The goal in doing all of this is to have the resources to broach a relationship. 

Lyrics:

This goes out to Charlotte 

I got a question 

If you have it all

Why no ring on that hand at all 

You haven’t had the fall 

Thought attraction was a law

Polarities of magnetism 

Attracted to your mind 

Covalently bonded like

Chemistry in rhyme  

Girl you’re clever 

You wanna wager an endeavor?

Bet a kiss on the lips

That I can make you better

Well damn Charlotte

You could've gone to Harvard 

Scared to tie the knot cuz you’re afraid to be a harlot 

Autonomous being with independent thought 

What you speak with clout, when you teach from the mouth

You Figure it out, you Seek what you doubt 

Defy what their about, cuz damn girl you hold it down 

The less you reveal the more people can wonder 

Imagine that was Einstein's idea toward numbers 

Count me in for freedom, reason and equality 

Rooted In society, about to spread a knowledge tree

They say to dumb down but I’m willing to bet

That this girl in my fantasy gon’ like when I flex

Think To invest

Try to be the best

Live with no regrets 

Be my dream when they wet 

They say to dumb down but I’m willing to bet

That this girl in my fantasy gon’ like when I flex

Think to invest

Try to be the best

Live with no regrets 

Be my dream when they wet 

Do you really love yourself? 

Feel good bout who you are? 

Feel blessed, though broke

Still I’m think’n really large 

Outta jurisdiction, outta of my league 

But can you really blame a guy for wanting to dream 

So graceful, tasteful, embrace the labels 

Like my idol, with that smile and the fabulous style

Time is distance

I want you to listen 

I wonder how far I gotta go for you to get this

Academic telekinesis 

Spreading ideas like I’m spreading diseases

Making claims that are admittedly egregious 

But defending all of them in a detail laden thesis 

Jesus, bout god damn time, if 

Your love was religion, I’d be so damn pius 

Hoping to do some good in the world

I bet it be easier with you as my girl 

They say to dumb down but I’m willing to bet

That this girl in my fantasy gon’ like when I flex

Think To invest

Try to be the best

Live with no regrets 

Be my dream when they wet 

They say to dumb down but I’m willing to bet

That this girl in my fantasy gon’ like when I flex

Think to invest

Try to be the best

Live with no regrets 

Be my dream when they wet 

Charlotte 

It’s just a question

[immushymellow]

Sorry for not posting for a while. Ik ill stop posting for a month and then just reappear but this time its different i was just procrastinating and making new Regretavator ocs instead of posting the ones i already have anyway heres Aerotte the frutiger aero robot frog

(sorry my cameras shit the darker green looks like vomit its supposed to be like xbox coloured)

Facts and bonus under the cut!!1!11!!!7

(left to right) Hot Cocoa, Archimedes and 'the(Aka Coronation Day or Corri) whomst i used as a reference for drawing Aerotte!

Stuff about Aerotte;!

Her limbs are magnetically attached so she can remove and reattach them easily

She is a bit of a prankster(a jester if you will. mayhaps even a trickster. if you so wish. or even maybe possibly a bit of a joker.) and if asked to lend someone a hand she will throw her hand at them. it makes a very loud thwap noise.

All of the lighter green bits are essentially just water wigglers.

Her design is inspired heavily by the gel fridge from that one tumblr post(you know the one)

Her floor is a frutiger aero house/apartment where you play hide n seek with her

When she talks she'll use ribbits and croaks at the end of sentences(they may or may not be stims)

She can stick to walls!(not ceilings though)

A lot of her compliments are (unintentionally) backhanded

Her design is very subject to change

Don't worry im gonna post my like 4 other ocs soon!!!

[fantasyideas1]

quotes almat

your opinion is an empty phrase, we’ll do it in my opinion, you helped me, I won’t help you, go away we don’t need you, he can handle it himself, and we’ll go to rest, the snake leads a herd of pawns they have a herd the instinct of collectivism and the snake knows it, they are afraid of losing their salary, the snake does not give a bonus, the snake does not recognize you, the snake hides your success, Poetry You are a confectionery musi, pussy masterpiece, your buns (ass) are picking me up, your breasts are manipulating me, my brain is evacuating, a catapult of a rush of passion, tenderly loving beauty plunges into the depths of delight, you are my growing pleasure from your presence, eggs burst with excitement like a watermelon between the thighs women with big muscles, hot abyss of seduction, immersion in your beauty, in the depths of the beauty of your soul, seductive tenderness, gentle magnetism of seduction, juicy bliss, super-hot burning passion, bang-gasm, gasm passion, you are the sexual power of seduction, radically fall in love, conquers with tenderness, your approach starts the motorboat of excitement, all the motor skills of the body do not obey from the huge amount of beauty, Every moment with you is sexy, thoughts about you hit like a jackhammer, I think about you again and again, I like your computer textures of ass and boobs, your ass sexy textures, jokes You lied to me as a child that acorns are male eggs, they fall because no one gives autumn Your obese wife is a solid bulletproof vest, bulletproof stubbornness, you can’t even put her down with a shotgun, she’ll just brush off the bullets, she wrinkled my pink dress, don’t offend my pet Yes, and you worked as a butler in a brothel, I just owed prostitutes My big bladder is full, but you don’t want to drink, the camel has a hump with water, and you have a bladder, an evil look in the direction of your father, be patient until we get to the first motel The resort was expensive and he stepped on a poisonous sea urchin to avoid paying This cougar is fifty, I want sex, it's time to tear men's trousers with my teeth Super jock bet friends, in a tight leopard suit in a nightclub, put on a cat mask, look you haven't gone through the effects of Viagra yet, because they dragged me out of bed with my girlfriend, how balls and penis stick out, go meow meet people, I I'll get to you, go ahead cat What's your name boy, I see that you're already five years old, what's your name, I see your mom, what's your name don't dance for me Did you wear a BDSM gag to unlearn cursing, smoking and drinking? I like to talk to myself, I have the right to privacy

Author musin almat zhumabekovich

[maleficentmrsofallevil]

Got very little done today. We are old and in pain from all the work we did yesterday. However, I have an update. Sorta.

As it turns out, out of sight, out of mind also applies to quality clear plastic storage. I've found... 4? large plastic tubs so far. They were either empty or contained documents so old I no longer need them. Documents have been placed in a bag for community shred day (I love my town, man). Bins have been cleaned, and I have started folding and storing fabric. I know that folding fabric means it takes up less space, but knowing and seeing are very different things.

Had a nice long chat with a friend, who sent me pictures of their Feeple65 doll with default hands compared to Iplehouse nSID hands. I was toying around with the idea of buying a Feeple65 solely for the magnetic wrist joints. Thanks to my fabulous friend, this is 100% off the table. I swapped in some Supiadoll pointing hands. The resin is an almost perfect match, and as an added bonus, Noa can now pick her nose. Seriously. The nostril is deep enough that I can shove that finger right in there and make it stick. I promise pictures later. I have a second pointing hand, and I'm trying to find another head with decent sized nostrils. I want to set up a "you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose" pic. (Oooold SNL reference)

Another fun fact: Feeple65 male hands are more detailed and thinner than Feeple65 female hands.

So that's wild.

Craftorama room update

OMG I am so old and tired. (x-post sorta to DOA)

So before we can put Craftorama room together, we have to move into the master bedroom. All of my craft crap stuff is in the living room. Dear dog, what a mess.

I'm scrubbing walls cuz we're repainting. I'm on hands and knees scrubbing floors, cuz they need to be CLEAN dammit. Got three kinds of brushes to clean crevices and corners. And I am OLD. So it's 5 minutes of work, followed by a couple hours listening to my body grumble and twinge and creak and remind me that I am not 20 anymore.

I was a little shocked to discover my doll house kit collection. I did not realize I had one. See, I would find these cheap, still-in-box doll house kits on shopgoodwill.com for $15, and I would think, "Aw. What's $15?" And I would buy them and store them in various places in the master bedroom in anticipation of Craftorama room.

Well, the master bedroom is now empty, and I'm staring down five doll house kits. Good. Lawd.

This Friday (payday) is going to be a trip to the dollar-25 store for cheap plastic bins, followed by the thrilling adventure that is folding up all my little fabric scraps and sorting them into said bins.

I know this will all be worth it when everything is organized and where I can see it. There is a light at the end of this tunnel.

it's a train it's a train it's a

[eunoiathewriter]

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧; 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Since yall liked the last one so much, here's more of these!

Peter: So I was just wondering if maybe you would go out with me?

y/n: Yes.

Peter: You'll come aro- WAIT DID YOU SAY YES?!

y/n: Um, yes.

Peter: OMG, HOLD ON, BRB!

Peter: *dashing off*

y/n:

y/n: ...so should I leave or?

y/n:

Peter: *comes back dragging Sam to prove y/n said yes*

Peter: Say it again.

Peter: I can't find my phone.

Tony: Okey, I can call you, kid.

Peter: No- wait!

Phone ringing: You are my dad (You are my dad!) BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

Tony:

Peter:

Peter: I can explain

*Bonus*

y/n: *eating popcorn, watching Peter trying to explain for Tony*

y/n: He's just fatherless, and now has a father figure. *blinks* that's all.

Therapist: Would you say you're independent?

y/n: *looks at Steve*

Steve: *Nods*

y/n: I'd say so, yes.

Therapist: *faceplants*

Steve: *proud Cap moment*

Natasha: *sneezes*

Peter: Bless you, miss Romanoff.

y/n: *sneezes*

Peter: y/n are you sick?!?! Let me wrap you in a warm blanket and feed you som soup!! YoU pOOR tHING!? *insert teenage boy voice crack*

Loki: *sneezes*

Peter: Oh my fucking God, shut the fuck up!

y/n: Mr white wolf sir?

Peter: We're back from our shopping trip, we got you another magnet.

Bucky: Cool, stick it on

--

Bruce: Is that- Peter's shopping list on your arm?

Bucky: *sipping some coffee* Yup.

Tony: What the-

--

Tony: Peter, y/n, you both need to stop using Buckys arm as an fridge. Okey?

Peter: But Mr white wolf said it helps him associate it with something else but muder,

y/n: *proudly nodding along*

Tony: *crying*

y/n: Did you know, sir, that atoms never touch each other? So, since we're all made out of atoms, we've never touched anything our entire lives. So to answer your question Wanda, no l did not punch Clint.

Clint: *holding his bloody nose*

Clint: Bitch I-

Kate: You were so drunk last night.

y/n: No I wasn't. Right Peter?

Peter: You started cutting pineapples at 3am while yelling "Stop hiding SpongeBob! I know you're in there!"

y/n: *glancing between Kate and Peter*

Peter:

Kate:

y/n: But did I find him tho?

y/n, angirly: ARE YOU—

MJ: Fucking.

y/n: —KIDDING ME! YOU—

MJ: Fucking.

y/n: IDIOT—

Peter: ...what was that?

MJ: The teacher banned y/n from swearing, so I volunteered to help her out—

Peter: I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like y/n a little bit.

Nick Fury: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Peter: That's our joint tombstone.

Nick Fury: Ah, my bad.

*Avengers game night*

Steve: I will put down 'Bi' to spell 'Bi'

Bruce: I add 'o' to create 'bio'

Tony: I will add your 'bio' to make 'biostratigraphic'

Bucky: *snaps pencil*

Stephen: I add your 'biostratigraphic' to create 'biostratigraphic correlation'

Natasha: *stabs table with knife*

Tony: *grinning* I'll add your 'biostratigraphic correlation' to create 'quantitative biostratigraphic correlation entropy'

Steve: *flips table*

Peter: *Whispering* Okey let's leave before they start making out.

y/n: *Grabbing his hand* Yeahhh...

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Here are some Alternate Universe Rinch fics to heal the soul.

Strip Search by Zaniida

Chapters: 5/5

Word Count: 14,670

Summary:

At the time, the drama of waking up zip-tied to a bed with the sounds of murder in the next room had seemed… not entirely unreasonable. Knowing now firsthand what it felt like to wake up tied to a bed, not knowing what your captor’s plans were… Harold was stunned by just how monumentally stupid the idea had always been.

And for Reese -- how much worse? Harold could imagine scenarios, but Reese had lived them. That panic in his eyes... Harold had subjected him to that.

“I must apologize,” he said, his throat tight. “I didn’t... think through… the implications. I was a little desperate at the time, but that’s certainly no excuse.”

“A trained assassin on the run, judgment and impulse control impaired by alcohol. You have any idea how dangerous that was, Harold?"

Notes:

I just absolutely love this fic! Finch and Reese have spot on characterizations, the plot is tense and engaging and I love me some Finch whump.

I can see how canon definitely could've gone this direction and I love Finch's thought processes. It makes him feel less like he thinks that he's obligated to help people because of Nathan's death in particular (which is how his motivations sometimes comes across in canon) and makes the numbers something more personal and Finch's decision to put himself in dangerous situations much more powerful and rewarding.

And John, ugh, this man needs a hug and a blanket and all of the nice things. The author wrote him pre-Finch flawlessly and I now feel robbed that we didn't get a similar first meeting between him and Finch in canon because there's so much depth and meaning in every word spoken between them. In every little reaction John has to kind words and every self-deprecating thought that crosses Finch's mind as they talk.

This is a definite must read!

Dangerous If Unbound by astolat

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 23,647

Summary:

The Texas sun beating down was merciless, almost a physical weight on his shoulders. John couldn't move even to change the angle: the collar was tight, the cuffs were tight, and the chains had been pulled to their limits.

Notes:

Make sure to read the tags before going into this because it is a bit spicier than the other fics I recommend due to the AU it takes place in.

I really liked this fic because I always like getting a peek into John's conflicted inner thoughts and this fic definitely delivers.

Someone to Carry You by MnemonicMadness

Chapters: 14/?

Word Count: 32,167

Summary:

Sticking to the Border planets, Harold Finch, aided by former Browncoat John Reese, has taken it upon himself to investigate the distress calls the government considers irrelevant. But these distress calls are sent for a reason and answering them is not without risks. Sooner or later, facing the most terrifying threat the 'verse has to offer becomes inevitable.

"If you can't run, you walk, and if you can't walk, you crawl, and if you can't do that... you find someone to carry you."

- Firefly ep. 'The Message'

Notes: Just because this fic takes place within the Firefly crossover does not mean you have to watch the show in order to enjoy this crossover. I haven't seen the show and I don't know the plot but I followed this pretty easily and got the concept.

I never really know that I needed a scifi Rinch fic until I read this one and now I'm sad that there aren't more.

Also bonus protective John with plenty of hurt/comfort, who doesn't love that?

i wear kevlar like it's lingerie (and keep your pocketsquares close to my heart) by MulaSaWala

Chapters: 8/?

Word Count: 11,769

Summary:

John had never met anyone who needed a bodyguard quite as badly as Harold Crane. It was a bit surreal that he didn't have an entire team of them.

Notes:

Bodyguard AU where Nathan lives! Need I say more? Lots of protective Reese and naive, danger magnet Finch.

The only minor issue I have with this fic is the fact that the timeline bounces around from time to time so the chapters aren't linear.

Sympathy for the Hellhound (and the Broken Winged Bird by RyuuzaKochou

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 24,219

Summary:

Finch surveyed the room again through his glasses, but it did not become any less overbright with harsh fluorescents, it did not become any less damp, cold, concreted, stuffy or stale, the chair he sat on became no less roughly wooden and he, alas, remained absolutely, totally naked.

Life choices, the grim voice of his common sense cut in. Think on them.

Two men meet under the most dire of circumstances and must rely on each other to survive - and rise. Inspired by Macx's superlative Firewall series, with a twist, and a twist, and a twist.

Notes:

While I unfortunately can't say much without giving away the plot, I can say that this fic was an amazing ride from start to finish! I loved the twists and turns that the story took and how the author built out the lore for the story so seamlessly that all the useful information doesn't feel like exposition and take you out of the moment.

This is a truly amazing AU fic!