#as soon as I saw this intro I had to gif it!

[maxescheibechlinichacheli]

[silly-honeybee]

i’ve responded to the pspspspsps and i have a request for caitlyn kiramman !! i think it’d be cute if the reader had more of alternative style in music! like girl pls who in piltover do u think is listening to korn and bring me? literally no one so i think it’d be funny if cait randomly just walks imto readers room and their listening to screamo or something 😭😭 totally okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you if you do !! :))

It’s definitely—something..

🐝 ~ tysm for requesting!! I'm very eager to write, so as soon as I saw this request, I had an idea in mind. hence why I replied to your request so quickly lmaoo.

I personally listen to a lot of different music, so I tried to make this open to all kinds of alternative music! I don’t have much knowledge on just one genre, I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!<3

Fic includes: Caitlyn reacting to reader’s alternative music taste

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Characters: Caitlyn Kiramman

♡ ~ Fem!reader - wlw

Caitlyn would probably have the complete opposite taste in music than you.

~ Sitting on her soft, blue velvet couch is what she usually did in the mornings. All that could be heard is the quiet tap of her foot on the floor. Soft Pop, or even classical music playing from the record player. She flips to the next page of her book, only to hear something very foreign blast from upstairs.

~ She glanced towards the stairs a few times before eventually getting up from where she sat. Her steps are light as she makes her way up to the second floor, her head turning from right to left to figure out where this music is coming from.

~ Eventually she finally finds you, quietly peeking into the bathroom where you stood by the mirror doing your morning routine.

~ Caitlyn didn’t know what to think of the music, but what she did know is that she found it extremely cute how you would sing the lyrics. The sway of your body while you got ready for the day was endearing to watch.

~ An amused smile forms on her face, her lean frame leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. Just simply admiring you. You didn’t seem to even notice her presence until you turned around to grab someth—

~ “Gah-! Cait- what the hell! You can’t just creep around like that..” You clutch your shirt a little as you spoke, a small smile gracing your face. Caitlyn chuckles, stepping into the bathroom fully to meet you at the sink.

~ “My apologies. I just couldn’t help myself; you’re cute when you sing.” Caitlyn spoke with a tender tone to her voice, her hand reaching up to gently brush a stray hair from your face. Your smile grew at her loving affection, but you rolled your eyes playfully nonetheless before turning back to the mirror above the sink.

~ Before you could go back to what you were doing, Caitlyn spoke again. “The.. music you’re listening to. It’s not from Piltover, is it?” Caitlyn had a genuine tone of curiosity as she questioned you. Wanting to learn more about your music taste, and what’s popular outside of Piltover. It’s not like she’s been much outside of the region.

~ “No, it’s not. What do you think of it?” Caitlyn thinks for a second, thinking about the question you just asked her. She gives you a small shrug while looking at you in the mirror.

~ “It’s definitely— something.. I’d like to learn more about it.” Her words make you smile. Not many Piltovians were fond of your taste in music, so it’s refreshing to have your girlfriend be so open to learn more about it.

~ You give Caitlyn an amused smirk. You’re definitely more than ready to blast your music around Caitlyn more often..~

~ Despite your differences, Caitlyn always makes an effort to show that she understands, and wants to learn more about you. Even if some things aren’t exactly anything she’s used to.

🐝 ~ Ty for reading!! If you’re new here, check out my intro and masterlist if you’re interested ^^ requests are open!

Intro - Masterlist (links)

[stinkysam]

Serge “Frenchie” - Bad movies.

Warning : nsfw, long ass intro, semi public sex (can we still call it that when there's just another person in the room ?), spit for lube, no protection, blowjob (giving), edging, breath restriction (?), humping, slight degradation/praise

Genre : smut

Synopsis : You're in hiding with the boys in a basement in the back of some random store, and private moments are most definitely not private but it doesn't seem to be a problem for you and Frenchie. Aka Hughie hears more than he'd like to. During season 2. Idea by @jadenisdead

Reader : male (you/yours)

While Butcher, M.M and Annie were at their respective places, you, Hughie, Kimiko and Frenchie stayed hidden at the back of some store watching movies for movie night. But everything that was playing turned out to be bad.

You sighed, bored. By your feet, sitting on the floor was Hughie, fighting hard to not fall asleep, his head resting on your knees. Leaning on your shoulder was your boyfriend Frenchie with Kimiko's head on his lap, eyes closed. Clearly, the movie was not entertaining at all and soon Hughie had enough.

“Well, I uh, I'm going to bed.” He said, clearing his voice before yawning while stretching as he got up. “Not that it's boring or anything, but uh…”

“It's boring.” You replied frankly with a nod. Frenchie humming in agreement absentmindedly, probably more lost in his thoughts than whatever was going on on the screen.

“Yeah… It's a disaster.” Hughie slid his hands in his pockets, giving the TV one last glance, a last chance to give him something not boring, but alas his wish wasn't granted, so he left.

You thought for a second and decided to go as well. You kissed Frenchie’s cheek and told him you were going too. He smiled and nodded.

You reached your bed, it was small but at least you didn't sleep on the couch or on a mattress on the floor. Though most of the time Frenchie was sleeping glued to you rather than in his makeshift bed.

You could still see the TV from where you were and after a few minutes, you saw Frenchie get up, put what seemed like a blanket over Kimiko and joined you, leaving the TV on in fear the lack of background noise would wake her up.

As usual, you moved closer to the wall to give him some space and opened your arms, letting him crawl into them, laying on top of you instead of by your side, his head resting next to yours.

“Well, that was uh… how to say… ennuyant.” Frenchie said with a grimace, quietly. He looked at your face when you turned your head toward him, nose to nose.

“Wanna do something better ?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a joking manner, though it was barely seen in the darkness of the basement. Even during the day and with every light on, it was still rather dark.

Frenchie squirmed a bit, trying to find a comfortable spot before answering, curious.

“And what do you have in mind, huh ?”

“In my mind ?” You kissed his forehead sweetly. “Ton cul.” You smiled, your hands suddenly grabbing his ass, earning a chuckle, quickly his hands went under your shirt, exploring.

“But, il y a Kimiko et petit Hughie. Doesn't it bother you ?” He whispered, though he already knew your answer.

“Et toi, ça te dérange ?” Your smile could be heard in your voice. “Kimiko dort depuis un bail, et Hughie… je suis sûr qu'il est déjà out.” You kissed his forehead once more while your hands wandered under his clothes, caressing his hot skin, feeling the scars on his back. “Plus it never stopped us before.” You pointed out, now kissing the top of his nose.

“C'est vrai. But not around the boys.” He argued, his hands grabbing your face to pull you into a proper kiss.

“But is it really around the boys if it's just two of them ? Asleep ?” You said, still smiling as Frenchie pulled away from you to remove his shirt, you quickly did the same, throwing them on the floor.

“Mais je suis pas contre.” He closed the distance, regaining his spot against you. “I just don't want them to…” He shook his head. “Hear.”

“Then be silent.” There was a hint of laughter in your voice, as you kissed his cheek, mocking him a bit. “Ou petit Hughie ne sera pas capable de te regarder dans les yeux.” You pouted and nudged him, faking a saddened voice, and though he couldn't see it, he knew you were still smiling cheekily but before he could say anything, you bit his cheek, making him yelp loudly.

“Aie ! Shhhh !”

“Don't shush me, you're the one making noise.” You laughed quietly before yelping as well. He had pinched your left side.

“Now who's the one making noises, huh ?” He asked, proudly, as he backed away from you, resting on his elbows, still on top of you.

“Oh, je te promet, that will be you.” You giggled before kissing his lips, your hands roaming once more over his body.

“...Mmmh, peut-être.” He admitted, chuckling, making you laugh as well before pushing him off of you, Frenchie now laying under you, close to the edge of the bed.

You crawled backward toward his legs, pulling his pants down, kissing your way to his pelvis, taking your time, his eyes never leaving you, one of his hands landed on the top of your head.

You gently grabbed his dick, jerking him at a steady pace. He sighed, closing his eyes, head resting against your only pillow.

“Remember, no noises. Like in ‘A quiet place’.”

Frenchie snorted.

“You didn't even watch the movies.” He laughed, looking back at you. You flicked his balls with your middle finger and he hissed loudly, grimacing, looking at you with a frown. “Hey !” He whispers-yelled.

“I still know what it's about.” You retorted.

“Okay, okay… Désolé.” He sighed, more turned on than upset over the flicking.

You kissed his tip, making a trail down and up his length before wrapping your lips around it. It didn't take long for him to be fully hard, one hand massaging his thighs slowly while you started to bob your head up and down, your other hand taking care of his balls. You could hear Frenchie squirming and letting out small gasps and hisses occasionally.

The hand on your head guiding you to go faster, fucking your mouth, your teeth threatening to scrape against his dick, which you did from time to time, just for fun, just to hear his voice get louder for a second.

Then you decided to slow things down, wanting to annoy him so he wouldn't get what he wanted so easily and quickly.

“No, don't stop.” He complained, but you didn't listen.

You pulled away, going back to kissing his wet cock and his thighs, even nipping and sucking at the soft skin, leaving small red marks while your hand jerked him slowly then quickly, then slowly again. Each time he was about to come you pulled away, not touching him until he had calmed down and was ready for more.

Of course more pre would appear, coating your hand and his own dick, making a bit of a mess.

After a while, Frenchie seemed to have enough of this chasing game.

“Please- please, please, please, let me come, mon cœur…” He begged, trying his best to stay quiet but each time you denied him made him louder. You didn't know if he was aware of that and if he still cared about it, but you sure weren't going to tell him to quiet down.

“What a pretty boy.” You cooed, enjoying the view, kissing his inner thigh.

His dick kept twitching and throbbing at your touch, wanting more, wanting to feel the sweet release. But you didn't want him to reach it yet. You gave him your index and middle finger to suck instead, his open mouth letting more moans come out freely. Then you pulled them out, slowly dragging them down to his ass, pushing them in. He groaned at the sensation before starting to adjust to it.

You fingered and jerked him at different paces, watching as Frenchie struggled to move his hips accordingly, chasing both sensations. You continued to tease his tip with your tongue, trying to draw shapes or words on his shaft, drooling a bit on your chin and on him. You kept stopping every now and then, not wanting him to cum just yet, his angry red cock leaking with beads of pre-come looking absolutely delicious.

Then you stopped everything. Frenchie's head snapped up to look at you, confused with a fucked out expression, before seeing you remove your pants.

“Tourne-toi.” You simply said and he did as asked. “Good boy.”

You exhaled when you wrapped a hand around your own dick, not caring if Hughie could hear you as you jerked yourself, Frenchie's eyes were on you, watching your every move. Then you stopped, you spat on your hand and smeared it on your cock before spreading his asscheeks open and slowly pushing yourself inside him. You sighed, loving how snug he felt around you, he hummed loudly, trying to ignore the stinging feeling, closing his eyes.

You caressed his ass, before leaning closer, leisurely bucking your hips into him. With each thrust you were rewarded with quiet grunts and gasps, sounding so pretty.

Your hand went around his throat, holding him up against you, not enough to choke him, but enough to disturb his breathing, making him breathe and pant loudly.

He accidentally let out a loud strangled moan as your tip tickled his prostate, and you angled yourself so it happened again and again. His dick was rubbing against the mattress, smearing pre-come onto the sheets and himself.

More moans and gasps escaped his lips, grunting as he struggled to breathe comfortably, and if you listened closely, you could hear him babbling. A mixture of whispered “Please, please, please.” and “Need to cum.” mingled together.

He came like this, shooting ropes of cum under himself, unable to warn you beforehand, and claiming it happened too quickly.

But instead of stopping you continued moving.

“T'es vraiment une pute, hein ?” You hissed. “Pas capable de prévenir.”

“Désolé, je suis désolé.” He whispered, voice raspy.

You squeezed his throat a bit more so it would be more difficult for him to breathe, releasing him every now and then and soon enough he was hard again, from your dick continuously fucking him and his rubbing the sheets.

“Be a dear and warn me next time.”

Frenchie nodded quickly.

He could feel the wet stain of his cum on the sheets under him, his cock rubbing against it, smearing it even more as more pre came out.

You continued touching his prostate with the tip of your dick, ripping moans after moans out of him.

“Shhhh, what if Hughie hears you ? Or if you wake up Kimiko ?” You whispered in his ear. “Mh ?”

“Please.” Is all Frenchie could say, eyes closed and grimacing. He felt so close from cumming, again. He needed it.

“You want them to hear how much of a whore you are ?”

“S'il te plait, mon cœur. I can’t do this anymore.” He urged, voice straining and a bit louder than he had intended to.

“Je t'ai posé une question.” You stopped every movement, wanting to make your point across.

“Don’t stop, please.” He groaned, annoyed, trying to move his hips against you to get something.

“Frenchie.” You said sternly but he didn't answer. So you pulled him closer against you by his throat, completely stopping him from breathing. “Do I need to repeat myself ?”

Came out of his lips a little and weak “No.”

“Then answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, quoi ?”

“Oui, je veux qu'ils entendent à quel point je suis ta pute.” His voice was still straining. Frenchie coughed and breathed loudly once you let him go, though not completely as your hand was still holding him close to you.

“You see ? Was that so hard, my love ?” You said, caressing his side, rolling your hips against him as he shook his head “no”.

Knowing he was being loud, he quickly put a hand on his mouth to muffle any sounds that could come out of him.

“Put that hand away, love.”

Even if it took a few seconds, Frenchie still obeyed and took his hand away from his mouth. Letting his trying-to-be-quiet moans fill the room slowly. And soon, your own moans could be heard as well, a sign you were close to cumming.

“God, you feel so good.” You whispered quickly, feeling him clench around you as if he was trying to suck you in.

“I'm gonna cum.” Frenchie said, voice trembling, eyes closed as he was lost in the pleasure, trying to move under you, chasing his high.

“Go ahead, pretty boy.” You replied, kissing his ear as you tried to reach deeper into him, fucking him thoroughly. “I'm close too.”

Moans fell freely out of his lips as he came, more cum pooling under him as you shot yours into his ass.

Gasping for air and sighing loudly, you both slowly regained your composure, you pulled out and fell to the side, on your back, Frenchie still on his stomach.

“You think they heard us ?” He whispered, nudging you with his elbow, turning his head to look at you.

“Last time I checked, Hughie wasn't deaf.” You whispered back. “Right Hughie !?”

“Shut up, leave me alone.” Hughie replied, clearly upset.

You couldn't help but laugh, and quickly, Frenchie followed.

“I'm sorry, mon ami.” He said, in between laughter. “I simply thought that you were asleep.” He added, defending himself.

Hughie ignored him, too pissed to think properly of a comeback.

“Why are you not asleep ? At this hour ? Mh ?” Frenchie asked, moving his head in his direction.

“Maybe because you two are being obnoxiously loud, and fucking in my presence ?!”

You couldn't help but laugh again, your hand resting on Frenchie’s back. But Hughie continued.

“I'm sorry if sounds of fucking is not what I fall asleep to.”

“I do, sometimes.” Frenchie admitted, chuckling happily.

“It's because you're deranged, my love.” You said, kissing his head.

“It's like your huh… ASMR videos.” He argued, now turning toward you. “Think about it.”

“No. No it's not. No it's not. The context is different.”

“Why are there videos of people moaning quietly or kissing the mic, huh ? Or not safe for work ASMR, mh ?”

You looked at him, dumbfounded.

“You know an awful lot for someone who doesn't like it.” You finally said.

“You're just in le dénis.” You could tell Frenchie was smiling, confident in his statement.

“Can you just shut up ?!” Hughie said loudly, too tired to condone more of this, his pillow folded to cover both his ears. “Or go debate somewhere else about… About porn ASMR or whatever !”

He was no longer grimacing in horror, now staring at the table in front of him with an empty look and a hint of hatred. He had troubles sleeping since Robin's death and joining the boys, he's had enough trauma with how many guts he got on himself on a daily, he estimated it simple enough to not ever think he'd find himself in the situation where he'd hear two of his friends fucking while he's trying to sleep, a dozen of feet away from them.

Frenchie looked at you and shrugged.

“Bonne nuit, then ?”

“Met d'abord la couverture pleine de jus par terre.” You said with a laugh, pushing it off from under you. Instead you heard him get up, walk naked in the room as Hughie groaned in annoyance, probably closing his eyes to not accidentally see Frenchie naked even though it was too dark to see anything, before coming back and putting the cum stained sheet on the floor.

“I got us another one.”

Traduction - Translation :

Ennuyant. - Boring.

Ton cul. - Your ass.

Il y a Kimiko et petit Hughie. - There's Kimiko and petit Hughie.

Et toi, ça te dérange ? - And you, it bothers you ?

Kimiko dort depuis un bail, et Hughie… je suis sûr qu'il est déjà out. - Kimiko's asleep since a long time, and Hughie… I'm sure he's already out.

C'est vrai. - It's true.

Mais je suis pas contre. - But I'm not against it.

Ou petit Hughie ne sera pas capable de te regarder dans les yeux. - Or petit Hughie won't be able to look you in the eyes.

Oh, je te promet. - Oh, I promise you.

Peut-être. - Maybe.

Désolé. - Sorry.

Tourne-toi. - Turn around.

T'es vraiment une pute, hein ? - You really are a slut, huh ?

Pas capable de prévenir. - Unable to warn.

Désolé, je suis désolé. - Sorry, I am sorry

S'il te plait. - Please.

Je t'ai posé une question. - I asked you a question.

Quoi ? - What ?

Oui, je veux qu'ils entendent à quel point je suis ta pute. - Yes, I want them to hear how much of your whore I am.

Le dénis. - The denial.

Bonne nuit. - Good night.

Met d'abord la couverture pleine de jus par terre. - First, put the sheet full of juice on the floor.

[ericshoney]

Pranked! ~ Brother!Colby Brock

Over the past few weeks, your older brother, Colby, had been doing many little pranks on you and you had finally decided it was time to get your revenge, with a little help from Sam.

"He's going to lose it." Sam said, once you told him your idea.

"It will be funny. Don't worry he won't think it's you, if that's what your worried about." You said.

Your idea was the classic pregnancy prank. Your boyfriend, Jack, was in on the prank too in case Colby was to call him.

"I know that!" Sam exclaimed, making you giggle.

You pulled out the fake positive pregnancy test, smiling at how realistic it looked. Sam shook his head as he got his camera ready to record for you.

"Hey people of the word it's your favourite Brock here! Today with the help of my lovely assistant, I'm pranking Colby with the classic pregnancy test! My boyfriend is on the prank too, so let's see how this goes." You said, giving a quick intro as Sam moved the camera to hide it.

Sam then hid the camera for you as you sat on the sofa, before shouting for Colby. Your brother soon came in looking confused at your "sheepish" face. You hoped your acting skilled paid off.

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking at Sam, who was playing his part.

"I....I have some news." You began, as Colby sat down next to you.

"Okay...." He said slowly.

You then handed him the pregnancy test. His eyes widen as he saw the fake positive result.

"Your.....Your pregnant?" He asked in shock.

"Yeah....I missed my period this month, thought I was just going to be late but I guess not." You said with a nod.

"It's Jack's right?" He questioned.

"Of course, I called him this morning to tell him." You half lied. You had called Jack, but only to say it was all a prank.

"Wow....It's just a lot. I mean....are you excited? Happy? Worried?" He asked quickly.

"I'm not sure." You mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek to not laugh.

"What do you think?" He asked, looking at Sam.

"I'm as shocked as you are, bro." Sam answered.

"I....well I want to say congratulations, but I also want to say why the fuck didn't you use protection." He called.

"I...I do have something else to say." You said.

Colby looked at you as a large smile appeared on your face, confusing the male.

"It's a prank!" You shouted, jumping up and grabbing the camera.

"What!" Colby shouted in shock.

"I'm not really pregnant, brother!" You responded, laughing along with Sam and his confused and shocked face.

"Fuck!" He shouted, making you both laugh more.

"You were in on this!" He added, pointing at Sam.

"Obviously! I love a good prank." Sam replied.

"So was Jack." You added.

"Wow, just wow." Colby said.

"Got you back big brother!" You shouted cheerfully.

Colby smiled and shook his head as you did a quick end to the video, feeling proud of your prank.

[moominbuge]

27 Dresses

⋆⭒˚.⋆always the bridesmaid, never the bride...⋆⭒˚.⋆

In which you're a chronic bridesmaid and a lover of weddings, and Ellie is a love-repulsed wedding reporter who works for a newspaper.

a/n- hiii guys i wrote up this first part today, i honestly don't know how long it will take me to write more oops but trust i want to! lowkey my first post on tumblr so if this flops </3 this part is around 700 words and is mainly just intro...actual interaction soon to come! love u mean it

You were running so, so late.

On most days, your agenda was booked and followed down to the very seconds of the day.

7AM- wake up

7:05AM- get in shower

7:20AM- exit shower, brush teeth

7:22AM- get dressed

7:27AM- start coffee maker

7:30AM- drink coffee and try not to regret your decisions thus far

You get the idea.

Today, however, you were running late. Your alarm failed to sound at 7, so you were late to the shower, which made you late to have your coffee, and so on.

On top of that, your heavenly, brown-leather-bound agenda was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t the absolute end of the world, since you basically have your schedule memorized for the next year and a half, but it was like losing your security blanket. You felt exposed. Empty, almost.

After throwing on a somewhat-acceptable outfit for your office assistant job, you swallowed your last sip of coffee before bolting out the wooden door of your apartment and down the street towards the bus stop. If you could run fast enough, you would make it just in time-

The bus closes its doors and departs, with you still standing outside.

Fuck.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Ellie woke up on the right side of the bed. Her morning meeting with the editor of her newspaper column was cancelled, allowing her to get an extra 30 minutes of sleep. When she visited her usual coffee shop to get her iced chai, they gave her a croissant on the house. She had not felt this refreshed and energized in years!

And, best of all, she felt the weight of a little leather-bound agenda in her work bag.

The night before, she was attending a friend from college’s wedding. She was surprised when the wedding invite arrived in her mailbox, since she hadn’t spoken to this girl since undergrad, but she RSVP’d nonetheless. What, who was she to turn down an open bar and the opportunity to watch a potential bridezilla/bridesmaid meltdown?

Anyways, she showed up in a nice, collared shirt and some black dress pants that were in the back of her closet. As she sipped on her whiskey and waved at some old friends, she saw something that caught her eye.

Or, rather, someone.

You, in a god-awful bridesmaid dress (seriously, what happened to neutral tones and simple silhouettes? Are bridesmaid dresses that bad to ensure that the bride looks the best?), rushing towards the exit, nearly tripping in your heels. Intrigued, she sets her glass down, and begins to sneak away outside behind you.

 “Ok, here is the deal. I’ll pay you $300 to drive me around all night, but if you peak into the backseat, I’ll drop it by $20-“ she overheard you talking to a taxi driver, reaching down to rip off your heels. The driver nods, begins to speak, but you cut him off- “Nope, I’m not changing that rule. I just need you to take me back and forth between these venues.”

You throw yourself into the backseat when the cabbie nods, and Ellie watches, amused. Who is this girl? Aren’t you the maid of honor?

You, in the backseat of the cab, begin pulling out another brightly-colored dress as the cab peels off. Ellie scoffs as she watches, before heading back inside.

You make your return just in time for your maid of honor speech that follows cocktail hour. Ellie, still stanced near the bar, watches you smooth down your dress and take the mic, gushing about how much you love the bride, how you grew up together, how you were so proud to see the woman she had become…it was so perfect, so textbook. You were either extremely genuine in your praises, or you were an amazing actress.

Following the speech, Ellie eyes you as you once again rush outside, back to the cabbie who was waiting. As you run, however, something falls out of your bag…

Squatting, Ellie grabs it from the ground. A small, yet extensively used planner.

Bingo.

[delicatebarness]

For Avengers Bunch

I was on instagram earlier and I saw this guy playing Just Dance and I was imagining that it was a part of game night and the young avengers had Bucky dance to that one song the “ there lived a certain man who was big and strong…” anyway yeah I can them doing this🤣🤣

Maybe nat and yelena could join him on the dance as well

The Avengers Bunch | Ra Ra Rasputin #007

Summary: ^^ Requested.

Warning: Fluff. Mild flirting between you and Bucky.

Word Count: 654

Series Masterlist | Support: Ko-Fi

Tags: @somnorvos

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602

Laughter and music filled the common room as you gathered for a well-deserved break. The large screen projected the displays of colorful graphics of Just Dance, and the upbeat intro of some potential songs to dance to started to play. 

You, Peter, Kate, and Yelena stood in front of the screen, ready to show off. Bouncing with excitement, Peter’s usual enthusiasm was on full display. Yelena, as always was in her competitive state of mind, arms stretched and cracking her knuckles. She was ready to give it her all.��

“I hope you’re ready to lose,” Yelena smoked as she adjusted her stance. 

Rolling her eyes, Kate played along. “Bring it on, Lena. You’re not the only one who knows how to move.” 

As the music started, the four of you began to follow the Just Dance coaches on screen, movements quickly falling into sync. Peter attempted a particularly tricky move, nearly tripping over his own feet as laughter erupted. 

The dance finished and you glanced around the room, spotting Bucky leaning against the doorway. He stood watching the chaos with a bemused expression. A smirk played on your lips as an idea sparked. “Hey, Barnes! Why don’t you join us?” 

Raising an eyebrow, Bucky shook his head. “I don’t think so. I haven’t danced since the 40s.” 

A mischievous glint flashed over Yelena’s eye as she grinned. “Come on, Old Man. Don’t be a spoilsport. We all know you have the moves.” 

Joining in, Kate’s voice teased. “Yeah, Bucky. Show us how it’s done.” 

“You can’t just stand there and watch,” Peter added to the friendly peer pressure. “It’s against the rules.” 

You managed to coax Bucky into the room with collective effort. Sighing dramatically, yet he couldn’t hide the hint of a smile. “Fine. But, if anyone records this for your little TikToks… you’re all in trouble.” 

The next round started, and Bucky found himself in the spotlight as the beat of “Rasputin” by Boney M. started to play. He tried to follow the on-screen instructions to the best of his ability as the rest of you cheered him on, your own dance momentarily forgotten about. 

“Ra Ra Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen!” the chorus of the song, blared through the speakers as Bucky moved stiffly at first, however, he soon found his rhythm. His expression was serious, contrasting hilariously with the dance moves, and once again, the room erupted into laughter. 

You decided to call out words of encouragement. “You got this, Bucky! Just let it loose!”

“Who knew the Winter Soldier could boogie?” Peter said in between breaths as he doubled over with laughter.

Kate and Yelena were in tears, they could barely keep up with the moves as they clapped along to the beat. 

Bucky was out of breath by the time the song ended. You all cheered and applauded, congratulating him on a job well done as he grinned widely. A rare sight that made the moment that little bit more special. 

“You kids are something else,” he shook his head, still smiling. 

You gave Bucky a playful pat on the back. “You definitely earned some cool points today.£ 

Leaning a bit closer to you, Bucky smirked. “Oh, just tonight? I thought I was always cool.” 

Meeting his gaze, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Well… you did have a few moments before, but this… this really sealed the deal.” 

Peter grinned, raising his hand for a high-five, instantly regretting it after receiving an intense glance from Bucky. “That was awesome, Sergeant Barnes. You should join us more often.” 

Bucky chuckled, his eyes lingering over to you. “I think I could be convinced.” 

A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head. “You know, there’s dance duets too.” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow, a smirk lifting at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll keep that in mind. Just make sure you save a dance for me.” 

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Abandoned Sully (intro)

Here is one of my books from Wattpad that I have brought here, after thinking about it for a while and decided to take the leap of faith.This story had started on wattpad and has migrated over here, so we will see how the intro goes and to see the other chapters come as well. Some of my readers on here who read my book on wattpad, had encouraged me to publish my story on here, so I will take the chance as they took their chance to write their own stories as well using the same genre as well " the least favorite or left behind sully kids"

Jake and Neytiri had welcomed two children already in their family, neteyam and Kiri, but they didn't think they would have another child yet. That was until Neytiri went to see her mother and was soon told she would have another child. Neytiri was so happy as she knew since she was young that children were a blessing of the great mother. 

Neytiri " Ma Jake, we are going to have another child added to our family" 

Jake "Are you sure?" 

Neytiri "Yes, I went to see my mother, and she confirmed the wonderful news that we will add another child to our big family already" 

Jake: " I'm so happy, Neytiri." Soon, the news of Neytiri's pregnancy was shared with the clan, and the whole clan celebrated the news, as this child would be a child of Tokru Makto. Everyone couldn't wait to finally meet the chief of Jake and Neytiri when they finally came to the world. 

12 months later 

Moat: "You have given birth to a beautiful daughter, Neytiri." Neytiri gave birth to her daughter on the day of massive celebration between all the clans. 

Neytiri " ma daughter" 

Jake "Neytiri" Jake came rushing over as he was away and soon saw his wife and newborn daughter together. 

Neytiri "What do you want to name her, ma Jake?" 

Jake "Her name will be y/n" 

Healer:" The child has five fingers like her father." Jake has taken a closer look at his daughter, and a smile grew on his face; you were his special girl. 

Neytiri:" That will be a perfect name for her, ma Jake." The child had yet to open her eyes as everyone waited to see, but they soon celebrated, and joy had come to an end. 

Tshaik "Demon, the child is a demon" 

Neytiri: "Don't you dare speak of my child like that," Neytiri hissed at the tshaik as she brought her baby girl closer to her. 

Tshaik 2: "Her eyes look at her eyes." Everyone soon looked at the baby girl to see she had human-colored eyes; already having five fingers would make this child's life hard. Soon, conflict will arise from the birth of this child as things are no longer expected of her. 

Ronal "We can't allow this child to be where she is a bad omen. She will be the death of us all"

Jake " She a baby, she my child, a baby can't do at much harm to all of you" 

Tonowari "You are new to this, Jake Sully, but your daughter is more demon than navi. She will lead the end of our way of life" 

Neytiri "None of you will harm my child" 

Tonowari: "Fine, you get a choice: either disown that child or whatever the sky people do. If not, then you all will be alone when the human comes back." The gathering ended on a sour note, as everyone soon left the Omacayia clan, and Jake and Neytiri were left to decide their child's faith. 

thank you @pookiedragonfire and @snugglebug-mj-blog for encouraging me to post the story on here. Also please check out their stories on here.

[c3stlav1e]

Swan Song is the 14th mini album by La Vie under Rainbow Entertainment. It was released on June 1st, 2024. The album features 6 tracks plus a secret track on physical copies of the album, with Heartbeat Rhythm being the title track. It is available both physically and digitally.

La Vie promoted the album for 3 weeks in total. Heartbeat Rhythm peaked at 3 on the Circle Chart. The title track also charted on the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at 30. La Vie won 4 music show awards for Heartbeat Rhythm.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  i. the tracklist !

♡ .   Intro: Act 1 originally composed by Tchaikovsky, re-worked by DAY1

♡ .   Heartbeat Rhythm ( title track ) produced by ROZE, M1KO, and Kang Sol

♡ .   In My Dreams produced by M1KO

♡ .   Fairy of Shampoo produced by ROZE and Kang Sol

♡ .   Black Swan produced by DAY1 and CHASER

♡ . My World produced by HWI and Hiro

♡ . Always Forever ( secret track ) produced by Salem Kueakulsri and Kang Sol, featuring Salem Kueakulsri on guitar and backing vocals

find salem at @plasticflwrs !!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ii. buy the album !

♡ .   White Swan version

. cd, photobook ( 150 p ), photocards ( 10ver. 2ea ), sticker sheet ( 1ver. 1ea ), tracklist ( 1ver. 1ea ), lyric book ( 1ver. 1ea ), Swan Song ribbon ( 2ver. 1ea )

. pre-orders only ; poster ( 5ver. 1ea ), polaroid card ( 5ver. 1ea ), signed polaroid ( 5 ver. 1 ea. random units )

♡ .   Black Swan version

. cd, photobook ( 150 p ), photocards ( 10ver. 2ea ), sticker sheet ( 1ver. 1ea ), tracklist ( 1ver. 1ea ), lyric book ( 1ver. 1ea ), Swan Song ribbon ( 2ver. 1ea )

. pre-orders only ; poster ( 5ver. 1ea ), polaroid card ( 5ver. 1ea ), signed polaroid ( 5 ver. 1 ea. random units )

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ iii. the styling !

♡ .   an all blonde era for the ages!!

♡ .   pinks, black and white, soft, ruffles, bows, ribbons, feminine and dainty

♡ .   one stage featured all white outfits completed with white feathered wings, emulating the white swan imagery

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ iv. the reception !

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ v. the highlights !

♡ .   as soon as the title of the album was announced, fans immediately began speculating that this was a disbandment comeback

♡ .   with the lack of response from rbe on the matter and fans eventually finding the secret track on physical copies titled "always forever," the speculations only grew

♡ .   it wasnt until anya went on life during promotions for the album and saw the influx of questions about disbandment did she deny the rumors

♡ .   "disbanding? no, we're not disbanding," she laughed, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "as far as i know, at least," she teased before moving on.

♡ .   the biggest thing that marred this era was the all-out war brought on by mari's single release only a few days after the album was dropped

♡ .   ot5 fans vs. mari solo fans was the majority of the fighting, but even ot6 and non-lovies were choosing sides and talking about the drama

♡ .   neither mari nor the rest of la vie had anything to say about it until an infamous, now deleted, live where tomi talks about mari's solo and exactly what she thinks about it

♡ .   some were shocked by this, calling tomi jealous or bitter while some fans agreed with what she had to say

♡ .   instagram stories from her private instagram account were later leaked showing her opinion on the topic

♡ .   other than the drama, this era was rather successful!

♡ .   the girls went viral for their ethereal beauty in several of their performance videos, especially the one where they donned white wings with their outfits

♡ .   #musicbankangels was trending for 2 days after the episode aired, a tag filled with lovies and non-fans alike posting fancams and fawning over their visuals, especially the innocent looking sohee

♡ .   the 2sun shippers got ahold of fairy of shampoo and went wild!! especially with sol having credits on the song

♡ .   the audio on tiktok was filled with edits of sunnie and sol almost immediately, and it started a trend with other wlw and lgbt ships as well, and pretty soon the song became the poster of gay relationships on the app

♡ .   it's unclear whether sol knew about the trend or not, but she did post a story to instagram featuring a table set for two with the audio overtop, sending the shippers into even more of a frenzy

♡ .   the group reprised a beloved series, lovie's fruit stand, with lovie lake, a series where the girls stayed in a cabin together on a lake in the mountains, relaxing and doing summer activities together such as having a barbecue, singing around a campfire, and even swimming in the lake

♡ .   the fans love the relaxing and cozy content from this series, and photo of anya lounging in an innertube on the lake unaware of star approaching mischievously in the background became a new reaction image that made the rounds all over stan twitter

♡ .   overall, this era truly made it's impact !!

[restinslices]

hiii hope you're having a good day<3

i wanted ask for some Lin Kuei trio angst? like between the brothers? you can choose how to with the plot, im just really craving angst rn and would love if you could write it IF you're okay with it of course. thank you! (love your writing btw it's heavenly 😭🙏🏻)

I made a post a hot minute ago that was “LKBS X Enemy Reader MK1 Intros” and the plot was that the reader betrayed them and killed the other two brothers. So when you asked for angst, my initial thought was “huh… how would they react to their deaths?”. The reader is still like the Dimitrescu sisters because I’m unoriginal.

Doing Bi-Han this time around BUT if you'd like me to do this from Kuai Liang and/or Tomas’ POV (different scenario. Whoever's POV it's from is the one watching the others die) feel free to ask. Word count is 2964

Also we back in the gif era.

If you were to ask Bi-Han what the most powerful drug was, he'd say it was regret. 

“Regret isn't a drug” one would say. “You're wrong” is what he would say back. 

Regret was just as strong as any street drug, maybe even stronger. You only needed a whiff of regret, before it consumed your whole life and you started to regret small things that didn't even matter. Regret took a hold of someone and choked them until the air was forcefully pounded out of their lungs and until their skin turned cold. That's how Bi-Han felt at least. Like he couldn't breathe. Like his skin was colder than usual. Like he walked through his days but never actually lived. Like he was a dead man walking. 

The ice dagger cut into Kuai Liang’s skin so deep, it created a scar that ran up his face and over his eye. 

A warning. 

That's all Bi-Han wanted it to be. 

Kuai Liang couldn't possibly understand the stress Bi-Han was under as the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, nor could Tomas, and Bi-Han wouldn't wish such a fate on either of them even if he could. Only Bi-Han knew how it felt to be the leader of the most powerful clan, yet being forced to remain idle. The Lin Kuei were meant for more than this, how was it that Bi-Han was the only one that saw this?!

“End this brother!”, he commanded. “Embrace the future!”. His word was supposed to be law! He wanted Kuai Liang to end this meaningless fight and stand by his side like he always did. 

Kuai Liang stayed defiant and refused. Fine. Kuai Liang was just in shock. Bi-Han would defeat him and Tomas in combat, and when they awoke they'd listen to him and this entire fight could be forgotten. Just a quarrel between brothers. 

Bi-Han felt something on his shoulder and swatted at it. 

Just a fly. Whatever. 

Then there was another. And another. And soon, before Kuai Liang and Bi-Han could even begin their fight, a wave of flies flew towards them and knocked all three of them off of their feet. 

Bi-Han tried to gather himself when suddenly he felt the tug of someone pulling him up to his feet. Soft familiar hands that he held almost daily, and slid a ring upon years ago. He knew of your… condition. He just didn't know you had been following him. 

“To your feet Bi-Han” you chastised, which was unusual to hear from your lips, which usually spoke words in a soft and loving tone, even to your enemies. “I didn't knock you down as hard as I did them”. 

Your fingers caressed his arm as your lips slowly went up his neck and to his ear. Under any other circumstance, he would've took you right then and there, but none of it felt right. Besides it clearly being a terrible time to think about sex, something in his gut told him that something was wrong. 

He ignored it and that became one of his many regrets. 

“Well done Bi-Han” you spoke quietly into his ear. “Now kill them”. 

What? He must've heard wrong or maybe that was one of his own intrusive thoughts. Surely you wouldn't say something like that. Your relationship to his brothers was so strong, sometimes he shamefully became jealous. They say when you marry someone, you also marry into the family and you seemed to take that to heart. You wouldn't say kill them. He just hit his head too hard. 

“What?” he asked, hoping you'd say something like “I didn't say anything. Are you ok?”, but you didn't. 

“Kill them” you repeated. 

Now he knew he wasn't making this up. He turned to face you and pushed you away from him, and based on how your face bunched up for a second, you weren't pleased. 

“They hit their heads hard Bi-Han. They'll wake soon but for now, they're out. Kill them and end this. Do you think Kuai Liang would've spared your life?”. 

Yes. 

Kuai Liang could've killed him inside, but instead he just knocked him down and even now, Bi-Han had no doubt in his heart that although he was angry, he wouldn't kill him. Bi-Han didn't want to kill Kuai Liang either. He could've stabbed his brother in a vital place but no. He just gave him a scar. Maybe they were both fools trying to hold onto hope for the other. If that was the case, Bi-Han would gladly become a Queen's jester to show how much of a fool he was if it meant holding onto him. And although he wasn't the fondest of Tomas, he was still a good ally (even if he wouldn't say it out loud). 

“I'll imprison them until they come to their senses. I won't kill my brothers”

You scoffed, “you call Tomas your brother when he's passed out and can't hear you?”. He didn't understand your annoyance at the time. In his gut, something was screaming at him “take them out! This was all a trick and you fell for it! Redeem your name and take them out!”.  But that couldn't be true. You, the love of his life, couldn't be some master manipulator that planned for this. 

Bi-Han looked back everyday and wondered why he couldn't just listen to his gut. 

Your fingers no longer felt soft as they touched his face. They just felt cold. 

“My love” you said in your typical soft tone, “imprisonment won't work on them. You are the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei and these two are traitors. They'll escape your prison and they'll make it their mission to take you down. You don't want that”. 

You were right. He didn't want that. 

But he didn't wanna kill them either. 

He looked over at their bodies, still laid on the hard ground and he hoped that something inside him would spark and killing them could suddenly feel easy. 

It never did though and you seemed to sense it. 

You made him look at you and even though he desperately wanted to feel comforted by you, your eyes seemed so distant and loveless. A flick had switched and he had no idea how or why. 

“You don't need them. Tomas is a false Lin Kuei, taken in due to pity. Kuai Liang can't face the truth about your father. Neither of them will ever understand you like I do. You only need me and your clan. Together… together we can be unstoppable. You just have to do this final thing”. 

He looked back over at them. 

“Do it Bi-Han” he coached himself, “Just do it. You let your father die. Why is this any different?”

His father was a grown man too far gone to see vision. Tomas and Kuai Liang just needed to listen to reason. 

“No” he said firmly.

The anger that he saw flash earlier set on your face, and this time you didn't feel the need to fix your expression. 

“No?”

“No”

He could see that infuriated you. 

“I've grown somewhat attached to you, so for your sake…” he could hear movement behind him, “I'll make it quick”. 

Bi-Han realized what was happening all too late. 

Your body broke down into thousands of flies and knocked Bi-Han onto his back. He looked over just in time to see Tomas just getting to his feet when your flies flew into his body, going straight through his chest and bringing him into the air as screams of agony filled the space. Just as quickly as it began, it ended and Tomas’ body fell down onto the concrete, his bones audibly cracking. 

The two brothers jumped to their feet and stood back to back. Bi-Han could practically hear his own heartbeat in his ears, but besides that he heard his brother's attempts to slow his own breathing. As his older brother he wanted to tell him it'd all be ok, even if his own heart was racing. 

“I didn't want this!” he said to both you and his brother. He wasn't sure if they'd make it, and if they didn't, he didn't want them to die with this false idea that he planned this all. 

You didn't care. 

Flies swarmed around him and Kuai Liang, the force of it ripping pieces of their skin and buzzing filling his ears. The two used their powers at the same time, Bi-Han freezing the flies on his side and Kuai Liang burning his. 

The buzzing stopped finally. 

His heart continued thumping hard in his chest and his injuries started to burn, making him wince. 

“You knew nothing of this?” Kuai Liang asked after some time had passed. They both had been standing there in silence, trying to avoid talking about the obvious and looking at the corpse. 

“No” he answered as he finally looked at his younger brother. “I didn't know this would happen”

“How didn't you know? What did you think would happen?” Kuai Liang said accusatorially. What did he think would happen? Anything but that. 

“I thought you'd listen to reason! The Lin Kuei have been idle for too long and waiting at Liu Kang's feet like dogs!” 

Kuai Liang went to say something but he was interrupted by something Bi-Han couldn't see. His hand gripped at his chest and his breathing became heavier. 

“Kuai Liang?” Bi-Han asked, his voice filled with worry. Kuai Liang started to look sick and he couldn't figure out why. 

Then Bi-Han saw something that continued to haunt his nightmares. An imagine he saw whenever he closed his eyes. What he imagined he'd see if he was put in his own personal hell. 

He heard the buzzing again and Kuai Liang’s blood splattered all over him as you burst from his body. 

You tsked. “Those pesky cuts”, a fly flew out one of Bi-Han’s cuts and found its way to your body, blending in with your skin. “Anything can get in them”. 

You looked so pleased and satisfied, like you hadn't done something absolutely horrific. Why?! Why would you do that?! How could you do something so monstrous?! Bi-Han was no saint, but what you did to Kuai Liang and Tomas… it was torture. 

“Don’t look at me like that Bi-Han. You were just too easy” he wasn't sure if your voice was full of sympathy or pity. There's a difference but it hardly mattered. “I'll be in touch”. 

He wanted to kill you. He wanted to rip you apart slowly and have your screams fill his ears, and for your blood to soak his hands, but you were gone just as fast as you were there. 

His younger brother's blood stuck to him and soaked through his uniform when he dropped to his knees. He wanted to grab at Kuai Liang and shake him awake, like he was just napping, but there was nothing to grab. There were only bits and pieces of flesh and organs that he couldn’t quite place sprawled out across the ground. 

“Gēgē! Look what I found!” Kuai Liang called as he ran towards Bi-Han with his hands cupped like he was holding water. Bi-Han finally saw what got his younger brother so excited when he got close enough; a little ladybug. 

“I told him to leave it alone” Tomas said in a huff. They were children and there was a good chance Tomas and Kuai Liang were playing around before the ladybug was spotted. That, or Kuai Liang made Tomas chase him for a bit before he ran to Bi-Han. 

“Ladybugs are good luck, right? Maybe it'll grant us a wish!”. Kuai Liang was so small, with cheeks plump and red and a smile wide and full of mischief. Kuai Liang calmed down when he got older, but as a child, he was always in something he shouldn't have been. His long hair was dirty more days than it wasn't. Proof of how hard he played during the day. He was banned from ever wearing the color white because of how dirty he got. 

“A ladybug can't grant you a wish” Bi-Han said dismissively. He was the exact opposite of his brother, and tired quickly. Tomas with all his bottled up energy (even if a lot of it was nervous energy) could keep up with him just fine. 

The wind blew and it must've carried a few critters, because a fly landed on Bi-Han’s shoulder. He swatted at it and Kuai Liang snickered, 

“I like my ladybug way more than your fly”

“Yeah?” The older boy asked with a raised brow. He grabbed the dead fly and without warning, he ran towards the two. To all their credit, the two were extremely fast and managed to stay together and on their feet. If Tomas hadn't looked behind him, and if there hadn't been an exposed tree root, he wouldn't have fell down. 

Tomas sniffed and Bi-Han knew he had to start doing his older brother duties. 

“Let me see” he tossed the fly to the side and knelt in front of Tomas. The boy turned, revealing two knees covered in cuts and blood and when Bi-Han looked at his face, his eyes were red but he did not cry. That was typical for Tomas. He always tried to act tougher than he was. 

“I didn't fall because I had my ladybug! See!”. Bi-Han rolled his eyes and took Tomas into his arms, 

“Yeah I see”. 

Tomas grumbled the entire time. Whatever pain he felt in his knees was nothing compared to the pain he felt to his pride. His grumbling only stopped after Bi-Han and Kuai Liang’s mother patched up his knees, but it seemed that now it was the oldest boy's turn to grumble. 

“Bi-Han” her voice reminded him of how beautiful pouring honey looked. She sat beside him on the floor and move strands of his hair out of his face. “You're slouching”. 

He fixed his posture and apologized quietly, instead of his typical response “no I'm not!”. 

Her fingers delicately touched his chin and moved his face to look at her, “what's wrong my sweet boy?”. 

“It's stupid”

“Nonsense. Whatever you feel is valid”. 

He looked over at his brothers, the ladybug incident long behind them based on their laughs. Tomas was laying on the couch with his knees still bandaged while Kuai Liang did an overdramatic replay of his fall. 

“I could've stopped him from falling. I should have”. 

“Kids fall all the time Bi-Han. It's ok”

“But I caused his fall. If I hadn't been chasing them with that stupid fly, no one would've been hurt. You and father tell me to be responsible as the oldest and as the soon to be Grandmaster, but that wasn't responsible at all”. Bi-Han debated how good of a Grandmaster he'd be everyday. It wasn't a small thing like “hey here's the car!”. He'd be in charge of a group of people. The clan's flaws would reveal his flaws, they'd look to him for guidance, he'd have to have this strong persona all the time and could never complain. Sure, he didn't agree with everything his father did, but he carried the weight effortlessly. He wasn't sure how he'd do that. 

“You're an interesting person Bi-Han. One moment you're upset about Tomas joining us, and the next you're caring about his injuries”. He knew she was trying to joke, but he wasn't in a laughing mood, so he didn't respond. 

“My sweet boy”, her hand caressed his face, “a good Grandmaster can try and prevent falls as much as he likes. A great Grandmaster knows how to be there for his people when those falls happen. Don't sulk. Join your brothers and laugh with them”. 

“What if I mess up in the future? Badly?”. A sympathetic smile spread across her face. 

“Everyone messes up. But there's nothing you can do that can't be fixed. As long as you're with your brothers, someone will always be there to pick one of you up when you fall. Just stay close to each other”. 

Laughter erupted from where his brothers were, and he looked back over at them. 

“You looked just like that when you fell!” Kuai Liang waved Bi-Han over, “come on gēgē!”. 

Regret is a sickening drug that clings to you like glue. The force of it squeezes you until the air is knocked out of your lungs and until you fall limp in its clutches. Bi-Han isn't sure how long he stayed knelt on the ground and covered in blood, but it was long enough for him to be found by Liu Kang and thrown into imprisonment. 

And as he sat there in his makeshift cell, out the corner of his eye he saw a ladybug crawling through the cracks. He couldn't help but let out a laugh. The laugh was joyless and full of nothing but sorrow. It was one of those laughs that quickly turned into tears and small sobs. The kind of laugh you let out when you lost everything and when you felt like a fool. 

The war for timelines raged on around him, yet somehow through the noise he heard the familiar buzz of flies approaching. 

He hoped that this timeline was destroyed and that somehow he was reunited with his family and they found it in their hearts to forgive him. 

He hoped in the other timelines he made better choices and either got his goal without bloodshed, or completely abandoned it. Anything but what happened. 

Such a pity hope was as useless as pouring water into a river. 

Such a pity he’d live with his regret for years to come.

Lowkey I didn’t have to add the reader betrayal part and it could’ve focused on the actual kanon but dead brothers is fun so ya know-

[bloody-peach]

Penny for Your Sins: A BNHA League Of Villains x F!Reader series - Part 1: Intro

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No Goodie Bag or Now Playing section for this.

Chapters (not in any order, except intro/outro):

START: Intro (you are here)

• Shigaraki

• Dabi

• Twice

• Mr. Compress

• Spinner

• Toga

END: Outro

Chapter TW: drugging, kidnapping, stalking [if i miss one, please let me know!]

A/N: Hey, i finally got the LOV series going! Just so you guys know, I plan to release these as a choose your own adventure kind of thing, where you can choose what order you want to read. I'll mostly keep them episodic, but forgive me if i mess up a bit. I've never done these kinds of things before, so please bear with me. Sorry the intro is so short, the rest of the series will be much longer. Anyways, ENJOY!!

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The familiar sounds of passing cars, people talking, and various music from shops rang through your ears as your walked down the busy sidewalk. You always enjoyed listening to this as you walked through Kamino each night, but sometimes, like tonight, the noise can be a bit too much. You turn down an alleyway to take a shortcut to avoid the crowd. But as you walked, you soon heard a second pair of footsteps behind you. You stopped walking, the sound stopped. You walked again, it continued. You quickly looked behind you and saw nothing there, just trashcans and the crowd walking by in the distance. You felt a sense of fear and dread flood your body as you decided to run, the secondary footsteps matching your pace. You didn’t turn back, you just kept running and running, feeling something was catching up to you. Once you reached the end of the alleyway to another street, you looked behind you and still saw nothing. You sighed in relief, thinking that maybe your steps were just echoing in the alley. But as you went to turn around and head out, someone placed a rag on your face and held you tight so you couldn’t move. You smelled something chemical and you immediately blacked out.

You start to wake up, your senses slowly coming back to you in stages. First, your consciousness, your eyes were still closed and you could barely hear anything. Next was your sense of touch, you felt something soft underneath you. Then was your hearing, the sound of an air conditioner softly humming, a tea kettle whistling, and a pair of footsteps graced your ears. Then your sense of smell, you could smell a mix of fireplace smoke and sandalwood. Finally, you had your sight back. When you opened your eyes, you saw a black ceiling. You looked around and noticed you were in what looked like a bedroom, but not one you’ve been in before. Your head turned and you saw someone standing by your bed. You quickly sit up and look at who it was: it was that man you heard about in the news. Kurogiri, a member of the League of Villains.

You started to panic, but he raised his purple smoked covered hand and that made you freeze. “Relax. I have no intentions on harming you.” That did ease your panic a bit, but your fight or flight was still active, asking, “What’s going on?! Where am I?!” “Please, ma’am. I’ll explain. But you need to calm down first. Here, this should help.” He handed you a glass of hot tea, chamomile by the scent and look of it. You shakily took the tea and took a sip, which immediately started to ease your nerves as it flowed down your throat. “Thank you,” you said. Kurogiri nodded and spoke, “Now, the reason you’re here. You see, I had a talk with everyone and we all agreed that we would all benefit from having someone to help us relieve our stress and to vent our frustrations to. That way, we’re better focused on our work and can work more efficiently. I suggested we would recruit a specialist, but it appears everyone else had a different idea. Hence, why you’re here.” You were confused, not sure what was going on. “So...I’m here to be the League’s therapist?” “More like a person to seek comfort in, but I suppose it could be seen as that.” “Why me?” Kurogiri shook his head, responding, “Unfortunately I can’t answer that. I was not in charge of the selection process. But now that you’re here, I’ll let you know your situation. You will be living in this apartment from now on, or until we have no use for you any longer. It is located underneath our hideout, hidden from the outside. You will be given food and access to basic needs. You are free to roam the premises as you please, but you cannot exit the building for any reason. If you need anything, just ask and I will assist you.”

You look around the room and noticed the black walls surrounding you. You saw that the apartment had everything you’d expect: A kitchen with a stove, cabinets, and refrigerator, a bathroom with a shower and toilet, a living room with a television and a kotatsu, and a bedroom with a twin sized bed with grey and blue sheets and pillows. It was about as big as a one-person apartment, where most rooms were combined into one, those rooms being the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. But you also noticed that the only two windows were up high and one was there for the air conditioner to function, the other window providing some light into the room. Right now, the moonlight shown through into the room, but you knew that the sun would show too, telling you what time of day it was. The place did look pretty cozy, but...

“What happens if I refuse your offer?” “Then you will be let go. But I cannot guarantee your safety from the League once you are released.” The way he said that, it almost sounded like a veiled threat. That told you one thing: you either had to accept the offer, or be stalked for the rest of your life and eventually be killed by the League. You thought over your choices. You wondered why they chose you, but you remembered the various times you’ve helped people on the street with problems. Maybe one of the members saw you helping someone and picked you because of that. This is just basically the same thing, helping others with their problems. Plus, it wasn’t like there was anything or anyone for you to go back to, anyways. And refusing the offer would not be the safest option for you, so might as well take it.

You sat your now empty mug down on a table and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.” Kurogiri nodded, saying, “Excellent. I’ll inform the others of your agreement to stay here. You’ll meet the others soon enough, I suggest you do whatever they request of you. Don’t worry, they seek you for comfort and relief, none of them wish to harm you. Again, if there is anything that you need, just ask and I’ll attend to you.” He then bowed his head and said, “Have a good evening, miss.” With that, he left the room, leaving you to your devices. You decided to just sit and watch TV for the rest of the night. As you surfed through various channels, you wondered who would the first person to visit you be. Maybe this won’t be so bad, after all...

[patchouliauthor]

Head Over Heels | Shawn Spencer X F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Oral sex (M! receiving), unprotected p in v, sort of subby Shawn.

Word Count: 3060

A/N: This took me so long because I've been busy with school and work but it is finally here. Hope you guys love it!

Summary: You meet Shawn at a bar and hit it off quickly.

Finally, you were done with your thesis and the research needed to graduate with your masters in behavioral analysis. To celebrate, your friends brought you out to your favorite karaoke club.

You had the best friends in the world; Janine, Mikki, and their boyfriends Larry and Garrett. Janine and Mikki were your roommates in undergrad. 

Mikki brought many guys back to your dorm room during the years you lived together, and not one of them were good enough for her and you made sure they knew. Then one day she brought home Garrett, and you just smiled at him as he left. Janine however stayed with the first guy she dated, Larry. He worshiped the ground that Janine walked on, and so you were cool with him too.

The karaoke bar was packed, but you had a perfect seat to watch people go up there and try their hand at the karaoke machine. One poor, very drunk, guy walked up and started singing “Wheel in the Sky” by Journey, and you were afraid you were going to watch this man’s soul leave his body with the amount of force he was putting into it. 

“Why don’t you get up there and sing?” Larry asked you.

“No thanks!” You scoffed. You could carry a tune but you were not much of a singer, plus you had not nearly had enough alcohol to give you the confidence to go up there.

“Leave her alone Larry, we’re here to celebrate!” Mikki said.

You all took a shot of… something. It didn’t taste good but it wasn’t really supposed to. It burnt going down and you made a slight face, but it started to do the job almost instantly.

“So now that you’ve got your degree, are you looking to settle down?” Janine asked.

“Any cute boys?” Mikki followed up.

“Not at the moment, no.” You giggled. “Oh come on, there must be someone.” Mikki said.

“When the right guy comes around, you will be the first to know.” You said.

“Let’s drink to that.” Garrett said and you all took swigs of the drinks in front of you.

After about a half an hour of mediocre singing and too many drinks, they finally convinced you to go up there. You took a few seconds to pick the song until you found it. Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. It was perfect. You pressed play and the familiar intro played. You heard the door open and you watched as two men walked in. One was bald, wearing a button up shirt tucked into khaki colored dress pants and nice shoes. The other had brown hair and a leather jacket on, and they both lit up as they heard what song was playing. Quickly, it was your turn to sing.

“I wanted to be with you alone…” You started. The men looked up at you in amazement. Maybe you were a better singer than you thought, or maybe you were just incredibly drunk. Either way, this song was going to get sung and it was going to be by you.

You kept singing, and the brunette man never took his steely gaze off of you.

“Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out, ‘til I’m head over heels.” You sang loud and clear. He smiled.

When the song wrapped up, not only your table of friends applauded loudly, but so did many others in the bar, including the leather jacket wearing mystery man.

When you came down from the stage, you saw the man watching you the whole way to your table. You knew you had to talk to him, and as soon as your friends saw who you were looking at, they agreed.

“Go over there!” Janine said.

“I swear Y/N if you don’t go over there I will.” Mikki said, much to the dismay of Garrett.

You giggled and then walked towards him just to go past him and go to the bar; you do not chase men. Luckily, he apparently does the chasing and meets you at the bar.

“You sounded great up there. You a big Tears for Fears fan?” He asked.

“Oh I love them. I would play their CD’s while studying all the time. My favorite CD is Songs from the Big Chair.” You answer. 

“Mine too. My name is Shawn. Shawn Spencer.” He said.

“My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You said.

You small-talked for a while, finding out the man with him is named Gus, despite Shawn attempting to give him a fake name. You also found out they work for and run a psychic detective agency. That made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“You? You’re a psychic?” You asked.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked back.

“I mean, you don’t strike me as the ‘psychic’ type.” You said with air quotes.

“Here let me show you.” He said.

“You just finished your masters degree… that’s why you're here… you’re celebrating.” He said.

“Not bad.” You said, not quite impressed yet. “What’s my degree in?” You asked.

“My first assumption is being drop dead gorgeous, because it seems like you are an expert in that field. My second guess however, behavioral analysis.” He said.

“Wow. Color me impressed.” You said back. “One final question. Are you an Aries?” You asked.

“I am. How did you know?” He asked.

“You tell me. Maybe I’m a little psychic. Or maybe it’s hyper-observation, my masters degree, and a lucky guess.” You said.

He laughed. “Could I perhaps get your number?”

You looked over at your table to see Mikki and Janine staring at you. You held back a giggle as you wrote it down on a napkin and handed it over.

You strutted away to your table with your drink in hand. Your friends could barely hold back their excitement when you sat down and started smiling at them.

“So?” Janine asked.

“Are we the ‘first to know?’” Mikki asked, quoting you from earlier.

“You may just be.” You said.

Meeting up with Shawn became a pass-time. He often ran into you, claiming it was “fate” or “psychic abilities.” You still weren’t sold on the idea of being psychic. Everything you learned for your degree told you that he was probably just hyper-observant, but his skills prove to be almost superhuman sometimes. Maybe he was a lab experiment gone wrong. Or maybe it had something to do with his dad that he never talks about fondly. 

You learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about you too, and you found yourself falling for him. He was funny, quick-witted, had amazing but also questionable music taste, and was unfortunately incredibly good-looking.

He did seem to be sort of a womanizer, but you couldn’t blame him. You were also a sort of player, when you had time to be. In undergrad you broke many hearts, but once grad school started you didn’t have time for games, and you hoped that those days were over. You had a feeling that the games were just started now that you are getting involved with Shawn Spencer, but you still wanted to give it a try.

You got a call from Shawn while you were watching the channel 8 news.

“Hello?” You picked up.

“The owner did it.” He said. You were watching a report about a robbery at a local store. How he knew that you were watching the news, you didn’t know, but you had gotten used to that.

“Did the eye contact avoidance give it away to you too?” You asked him.

“You are good. Almost as good as me.” He said.

“Well I do have a degree.” You joked.

“You do indeed. Now, what would you say to a ride on my motorcycle and dinner under the stars?” He asked.

“I’d say that’s too good to be true. When do I need to be ready?” You asked back.

“Um, now?” He said.

You looked out your window and saw Shawn parked by your apartment building with a bouquet of flowers. 

“Be right out.” You said.

~

Shawn drove you to a beautiful clearing a bit out of the city on his bike. The sun was just setting and it made the whole area golden, including Shawn. He grabbed your hand and began walking towards the center of the clearing. Once you were past some of the higher grass, you saw a picnic basket and a big blanket, complete with two glasses and a big bottle of rosé.You chuckled thinking about Shawn buying what appeared to be an expensive bottle, and immediately realized it was probably with the help of Gus and his credit card. You made a mental note to get Gus a gift in return for Shawn spending his money.

Shawn led you to the blanket and then sat down, opening the picnic basket and pulling out all of your favorite picnic foods. You try to recall telling him your favorite foods, but you can’t. He’s either a really good psychic or an incredibly good stalker. You didn’t think too hard on that last thought as he looked up at you smiling. He took the glasses and poured you some of the champagne. You took a sip and let the alcohol burn your throat.

You didn’t talk much, just occasionally cracking jokes, taking sips, and picking at the food he brought. You rarely ever felt as content as you did in Shawn’s presence.

“You are so beautiful.” Shawn said, barely above a whisper while you were looking at the stars that recently became visible.

You turned to look him in the eyes to find he was looking at your lips. You hadn’t kissed him yet but god did you want to. It’s not that he hadn’t tried to before, because he had, you just wanted to play hard to get. You knew that tonight that you didn’t have that resolve.

He smiled as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. You were suddenly aware of how close he was; you could smell the mint toothpaste and rosé on his breath. 

“Please.” Is all he could muster to say, and with that single syllable your lips were on his. It was a sweet kiss, so sweet you wished it was your first kiss ever. His lips brushed over yours so gently you were afraid he was going to pull away. Instead, he leaned in further and deepened the kiss. His hand reached up to the back of your head to pull you even closer to him. You obliged, scooting closer on the picnic blanket and knocking over your half full champagne glasses onto the grass.

You reached up to place your hand on the back of his head. You couldn’t help yourself and you tugged lightly on the short hairs on the nape of his neck. At the feeling, he whimpered the slightest bit. To try and cover it up he lightly pushed you until you were on your back and he was hovering above you.

“That was a dirty move.” He said as his lips moved down to your neck teasingly. You tried to keep your composure but his words made you squirm a little and you felt him smile against the skin of your neck.

Things quickly picked up speed, and as he feverishly kissed your lips he put his knee in between your legs at the perfect spot. You did your best to rub against his knee without him noticing, but you failed. He pulled away from you.

“Tsk. Naughty, naughty.” He said, smirking.

“Shawn, please.” You said, frustration evident.

“Oh, poor thing. Do you want to fuck you right here in the field?” He said, mocking you. You moaned at his words. 

“No. I want our first time to be special. Get up.” He said and quickly got off of you. You just blinked at him in surprise and didn’t move. He reached a hand out to you. “Come on, I’ll take you back to my place.”

You reached up to grab his hand and he pulled you to your feet. He kept hold of your hand and started walking towards his bike.

“What about the picnic stuff?” You asked.

“Do you really care about that right now?” He asked back.

You smiled at him before shaking your head no. He smiled back and started pulling you towards his bike. You weren’t certain in the dark, but when he turned it looked like his jeans were becoming a little too tight for his comfort. 

Once you were both on the bike, he began flying towards his apartment. It was so fast but not fast enough, and you were needing more friction to soothe the problem Shawn had started. You tried to secretly grind down on the motorcycle seat. It was helping but not enough, so you began to pick up speed. Your breath was getting funny at the contact, and it was moments before Shawn noticed.

He didn’t stop you. Something about you getting off on his bike was making him go feral. He even fantasized about fucking you over top of it while you wore his leather jacket. He needed you as much as you needed him. It was then you both looked over and realized you were about to pass the Psych office. As much as he wanted to make your first time special, he had to have you right then and there, so he pulled over and hurried to the door, leaving you on the bike. You followed right behind him as he fiddled with the key to the door. 

He unlocked the door and pushed you inside, immediately finding your mouth with his in the darkness. He shut and locked the door behind him without ever leaving your skin. Your lips never left his as you both walked back until your knees hit the leather couch by the window and you sat back onto it. His lips left yours and he yanked his shirt over his head swiftly before returning to you. As you kissed him you fiddled with his belt until you were able to pull his pants down, showing off the tent in his boxers. You didn’t give him time to think before you yanked his boxers down, showing off his large cock.

“Woah, slow down.” He whined. “You’re still fully clothed.” 

You didn’t care, and you reached to grab his length, pumping him up and down. He threw his head back. You loved to see him like this, and while he was blissed out from the pleasure your hand was giving him, you put your mouth on him. 

“Oh Jesus, doll. You’re gonna kill me.” He said.

You bobbed up and down on his length, and what you couldn’t fit you stoked with your hand. He grabbed your hair back into a ponytail while you pleasured him, reaching your other hand down to rub yourself through your jeans.

“You feel so good.” He choked out. You could tell that he was resisting the urge to fuck your mouth. You released him with a pop and pumped him with your hand, feeling the wetness from your mouth and the precum leaking from his tip.

“I need you so bad.” He said, pupils blown out with lust.

“Come and get me.” You said back.

Wrong thing to say.

You had never had your clothes taken off of you so fast in your life. In seconds you were completely naked, on your back with him hovering over top of you. He lined himself up with your entrance before looking into your eyes.

“Tell me to stop.” He said.

“I can’t.” You said back. He gave you a swift kiss and then rested his forehead on yours as he pushed himself into you. You moaned in harmony with him. He waited for you to adjust to him before he moved.

“Just tell me when, sweetheart.” He said. You couldn’t make out words so you kissed him to signal you were ready.

He pushed in and out of you slowly, filling you up with each stoke. He was taking his time with you, savoring the moment of you under him on the leather couch. Everytime he comes back to work he's going to think of you taking his cock right here.

He started to speed up and you moaned. “Kiss me.” You said and he obliged. As he filled you up below, his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. Both of you were sweating, moaning messes.

You could feel yourself getting so precariously close to the edge. You knew you only needed a little bit more to get you there. It was at this moment that Shawn reached down and starting rubbing circles on your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure. How did he know that was what you wanted so badly? Maybe he is psychic. The way he touched you exactly where you wanted without you having to say a word made you think he just might be.

You were thrown headfirst over the edge. The feeling was so good you thought you might cry. His hips faltered as he pulled out of you clumsily, releasing all over your stomach. Before he got too soft, he shoved himself back into you and rested his head on your shoulder. You both panted as you came down from your highs.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you at the karaoke bar.” He said, still out of breath.

“Well after tonight, I think you’ll have many more chances to do it again.” You said and smiled. He returned your smile.

“Do you think we should probably leave now so we don’t forget to by the time Gus comes in in the morning?” You asked.

“That is the first time someone has mentioned Gus right after having sex.” He said.

“Shawn.” You said laughing.

He laughed too and got up to find something to clean you off with. After he cleaned you up, you both got dressed and rode back to his apartment, where he got to go at you all over again. You knew that no matter what, you would never forget your time with Shawn in the Psych office, mostly because he’d always be there to remind you of it.

[presleyheart]

https://open.spotify.com/track/19IEpm6mKchqoetomtig3e?si=1d405a3e2f294f95 -- song correlation "Daddy's here.." !! Pairing 70s!Austin!Elvis and Gender Neutral!Reader !! SUMMARY ---- The reader joins Elvis during one of his rehearsals at the International Hotel. The loud noise hurts the reader's ears, and they involuntarily go nonverbal. Elvis, having no clue they were little, stops the rehearsal early once he realizes reader has gone backstage to avoid the noise. Realizing almost too late, he has to rush to comfort the now regressed reader. TW ---- Light swearing, mentions of anxiety, panic attack??

Genre: Agere Fluff ☁

You had been having that fuzzy feeling in your mind the entirety of the day. Each minute felt suffocating to you. You needed to be big for Elvis. You were worried being little would ruin everything about his plans.

You had been doing so much travelling.

Too much travelling.

Everything was whirring around your head at such a fast pace. This is how it's felt since the 68 comeback. It's been 2 years since and Elvis was still at lightning pace.

He's been extra busy recently and you have been miserable without having a chance to be little. He hasn't really picked up on it due to him being stressed, and you'd hate to stress him out more. ----

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---- You walked onto the stage as you watched Elvis holding his microphone. The light was bouncing off of his tan skin beautifully. He looked perfect from head to toe.

You watched in awe, he smiled as soon as he saw you.

"There's my baby.. c'mere" He said, the smile and gleam in his eyes from seeing you never leaving.

"You only saw me minutes ago?" You said, giggling towards his affection. Maybe this'll distract your inner true motives? Or so you thought.

He pulled you into his strong arms. He hugged you close, as he pressed a kiss against your head "I would be with you all the time if I could." He muttered.

You felt so small with him in this moment, but you couldn't slip. You reluctantly pulled away from his warm hold. Even though you desired to be comforted in the time being, you couldn't risk slipping.

"I know, go have fun, okay?" You said, flashing a small forced smile and squeezing his hand.

"Anything for you.." He responded once more. He went on his merry way with his friends.

If only he knew what was brewing inside of your head.

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You sat down on stage off to the side, not minding everything as you rested your head against the cool wall.

"I uh, I wanna try something new... a'ight Glen?" Elvis muttered into the mic. He wandered around til' he met with his friend on the piano, in which he gracefully moved his hand around to imitate the rhythm he wanted. "You're gonna take the intro here"

As soon as Elvis began moving his hand and made a bunch of 'bum' and 'duh' sounds, the piano riff started. He immediately got into it.

You found yourself biting your bottom lip softly. Getting antsy as the song started. Already, the piano was loud.

Each instrument one after the other, which almost caused a sensory overload from the sound. You felt a pang in your heart. This was too much.

First the piano, then the drums, then the bass-

"Bring that bass up, Jerry... keep playin'." Elvis stated at one of his many band members. This knocked you away from trying to space out and avoid the noise. You were squirming in your spot. The room suddenly felt tighter.

Everyone was laughing and playing, everyone was enjoying this but you. Elvis seemed so happy. You couldn't ruin that.

All the people were having so much fun. Whooping, clapping, laughing. Elvis made his way around the room, now at the backup singers.

He finally began singing.

"That's all right," "That's all right!" "That's all right," "That's all right!"

It all just got louder and louder. You felt your heart rate speed up and tears were coming to your eyes. You held your head a moment.

"Boys?" "That's all right!" "With me?" "Anyway you do!"

Luckily it was during the instrumental. You crawled behind the curtains and got up. You were rushing backstage.

Your heart was pounding, your breath was fast, you found your way into a dressing room and sat down. Praying for your anxiety to fade away.

Normally you loved Elvis in concert. Right now, you couldn't bear to see him. You were too stressed out. Everything felt so overwhelming and your emotions were out of play.

'Elvis doesn't need this right now.' You convinced yourself. You could still hear the music, you were rocking in place. Every word anyone said felt like a dagger to your mind.

"Flames man.. flames are comin' offa that guitar..."

Right as Elvis was going into the brass section, he turned to give you a smile, but you weren't there. He looked nervous, immediately.

"Now boys, hang on." Elvis said. You heard the music stop. You sighed in relief. You couldn't speak. He called out your name, over and over.

Whoops of "Y/N".. Elvis was lightning speed as he made his way backstage. "Little one?" He called out, in distress. You held your knees to your chest as you heard his footsteps approaching the door to the dressing room you were in.

Elvis came in, practically breaking the door down.

"Aw, shit, babe- what's..." His heart drops. He immediately goes into daddy mode.

"Oh my.. my poor little one." He could see the tears and hyperventilating from you. Elvis went around the couch in seconds and held you in a tight embrace. All you could do was cuddle into him. "I am so sorry, little.. Daddy's here now."

The only word you can mutter out is..

"Scared.."

If Elvis' heart didn't break any moments before, it surely did now. He felt so guilty for not noticing.

"My sunshine shouldn't have to feel scared.. this ain't ever gonna happen again.. Daddy promises." He held you closely and sighed.

"You're too little to have to feel such big worries.. oh my baby.." His voice broke. He felt his heart shatter even worse as you clung to him and sobbed. He cradled you in the back of the head. He sighed.

Eventually your breathing calmed down and you practically fell asleep hugging Elvis. You were finally getting Daddy's attention.

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"What the hell is takin' so long, E-?" Elvis' friend spat out, in the doorway 15 minutes later after this.

"Shh. I suggest you shut your pie-hole. I got company. Now get." Elvis responded, with a look that could kill. He felt bad for not being there, he was only now happy you were content. He would strangle his friend if they ruined it.

Elvis turned his gaze back to you and planted kisses on your head.

You were his baby. All he truly needed.

Daddy's here now... and that's all that matters.

[teafangirl]

Assets and Angels

part three , all parts will be in my intro post

Summery: Soldat proves , that he’s on the side of good. Castiel and Jack get badass moments , Sam has a vision!

Warnings: talk of torture, Soldat remembering, mentions of greek mythology, violence, demons, i am thinking of adding light Destiel would u guys like to see that ?

A/N: i did the monsters powers correctly, the web said it could do all that Sam’s vision showed. hope you like some suspense! the pictures are from the web, i don’t own marvel or supernatural so all rights are reserved! also apologies for any misspellings ! i may have made Cas a bit OP but he’s a angel so i think he’s already pretty powerful plus i wanted to gibs him a badass scene !

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Chapter three: Fight and Flight

The men who had knocked Dean out started dragging him across the warehouse, on his back, that however didn't make the pain he was already feeling any better. The two men each held one of his arms. He was still bleeding from his nose and his rib was still likely broken. He was also sweaty the area was cold likely because of the demons, but Dean was a small bit worried about himself and the others.

“They said the Winchesters were fearless, powerful, well if that was true why hasn't this one killed us all yet!”

One of the men said to the other, as they laughed, however their laughing was cut short by a huge gust of wind that blew open the doors of the warehouse, all the lights crackled out. The other men in the warehouse pulled out their guns, aiming for the door. Tension and suspense flooded the area, another gust of wind broke all the Windows, the sound of two pairs of wings were heard outside the warehouse. Some of the men started to walk towards the door with their guns raised, they were clearly not expecting what happened next.

“David, get the prisoner out of here, wake him and interrogate him!”

David was one of the men holding Deans arms, Davids eyes went pitch black as he nodded to the human named Clark who had given the order… Soon their master would be free and release havoc, David ran faster, dragging Dean behind him, Deans hands were still tied but to a longer rope that David held so it was sorta like a leash that was not around Deans neck but his arms, and it was super tight. At the door of the warehouse, a figure flapped onto the ground, the men started shooting bullets. Bullets fired everywhere, but the figure didn't die. Soft looking black wings erupted from his back, it wore a trench coat and seemed to be very angry. His loud, powerful voice echoed throughout the area.

“Let Dean Winchester go! NOW!’

Castiel looked at the men, they didn't stop shooting. He could see Dean being dragged away, but he knew Jack had the back of the building under control. He stood there with his wings out, he knew once he showed them his true form they would all be done for. One of the men shopped shooting to Case's surprise, and he encouraged the others to stop as well.

“My name is Leo, you must be the Angel, Castiel right…well let's make a deal you tell us everything about Angels, and we let your friend go…hm”

Cas thought for a moment, then all the men saw was a blinding light, only a few demons managed to escape Castiels magic. There wasn't a huge number of man, so Cas figured this wasn't all the members of Hydra. Meanwhile, in the back of the building, David tied Dean to a nearby pole, it was a ways away from the warehouse. Dean had woken up by now. His body ached, as he came to, Dean could hear that something was going on at the front of the warehouse, he hoped it was Castiel or someone. He watched as David paced for a second before turning to him, Dean tried to work at the ropes, however he soon found that he had been stripped of any weapons that had probably happened when they first captured him. David pulled out a knife and knelt down to Deans level.

“So real quick, your going to tell me how to trap Angels then once we've captured your winged friend your going to sit nice and quietly while we torture you…so your precious Angel will obey.”

Dean could tell David was scared, scared of Cas who he guessed was here if this man was making such orders of hm.

“Go to hell, I've been there, trust me it's not some place you want to end up”

What was Dean thinking, angering the guy with the knife.

‘Maybe I'll just send you right back then…”

Deans breath hitched, but he didn't have long to think about the threat as David was blasted into the side of the warehouse his vessel was dead, the demon left before anyone noticed and just as Jack and his yellow eyes came into Deans view a sigh of relief ran through Deans body at the sight of the kid.

“Good timing Jack! Glad to see you”

Jack smiled then frowned as he ran over to Dean and gave him a once over.

“Your hurt, let me heal you!”

Dean nodded as Jack ran his hand just above Deans rips and his nose, as well as any other bruises he had. The light floated over Deans body, it felt refreshing. Once Jack was finished, he got Dean out of the ropes then healed his wrists.

‘So where's Cas?”

Cas who had known that Jack was getting Dean, had taken out the rest of the men and appeared behind Dean with a big smile of relief on his face.

“Dean! Your ok!”

Cas pulled Dean into a hug before he could say anything, and soon Jack had also joined the hug.

“Don't worry Cas I am ok!”

Cas smiled at Dean as Jack pulled out his buzzing phone. To see a message from Sam.

“Guys, I just got a message from Sam, the bunkers been compromised!”

—-----

Many moments earlier after Cas and Jack had left to get Dean.

Soldat set at the kitchen table, Sam had managed to get him to sit down and drink some water. So far Soldat was sitting with the glass in front of him but wasn't drinking. Sam was a little nervous, being alone in the bunker with an assassin that had tried to kill him and his elder brother. He tried to focus on the interaction earlier, the assassin had seemed so much calmer and had wanted to help find Dean. Cas had said they had made progress with the memory recovery and the man had remembered a name, “James”. Sam wanted to ask if it was the mans, but he was unsure if the sergeant would even talk to him. He and jack had been looking into War War 2 records to find information on Hydra or who the man could be. Sam took a deep breath and turned around to face the Assassin, he walked over and set down in the seat in front of the man.

“Maybe you should take the mask off, so you can drink the water?”

The assassin looked up at Sam, Soldat could tell Sam's question was a suggestion, not an order like he was so used to.

“I can get you some clothes to change into, they would probably be more comfortable than the attire your in now!”

There was still no answer from the Assassin, he just sat there. Still till his eyes lit up as if he had remembered something on his own without Cases help.

“Barnes”

That's all he said, Soldat went quiet after that. To Sam, he could tell that was likely a last name, so he pulled out his phone and quickly found the search engine and typed in “War War II James Barnes”.

Many articles came up after a bit of looking he found something that he thought might be helpful, then after a few more clicking he looked at Soldat.

“Dose the middle name Buchanan mean anything to you?”

Soldat thought about the question, he said the name over and over in his head, it felt familiar. He then put the three words in order in his mind, focusing on them, turning them around. Then he looked at Sam again. It was a lot easier to think now that Castiel had cleared him of the brainwashing.

` “My…. My… I'm James…..”

James said in a soft whisper, before Sam could help him figure out more, perhaps help him learn more about himself. The bunker door was heard opening, James instantly stood, Sam fallowed, and walked out of the kitchen however before he reached the hallway, he felt a certain metal hand wrap around his arm, it was cold, and the grip wasn’t too tight, but it was firm. Sam gave James a confused look, Sam was also a little nervous that the Assassin had grabbed him like this.

“Stay behind me, Sam, you have no reason to trust me, but I need you too for now”

The assassin's voice was pleading, not threatening, his voice was still deep, that was mainly because of the mask he still wore. Sam was unsure of the Assassin's intentions but decided to trust that he wouldn't betray him after what Cas and himself had done for the man. As soon as Soldat had heard the bunker door open, he knew it wasn't Sam's brother, Cas or the blonde boy, earlier he had heard their footsteps they were loud that was likely because they considered this pace there home. Soldat had seen the stairs that led from the entrance from the bunker if it was them they should be able to hear loud footsteps walking down the stairs or someone calling out to Sam, that didn't happen which set James on edge. When they had put him into the dungeon they hadn't taken any of his weapons, likely because Castiel was so sure James wouldn't hurt them, and that was true. With these people James felt free, more free than he had in a while, well since he died. Castiel had helped him, and he was grateful, so he figured in return he would make sure Deans' brother didn't die now. Soldat may not know himself but making Friends with the ones who seemed like they were trying to help seemed like a good place to start.

Soldat pulled out his gun, and rounded the corner Sam was close behind him, he didn't have a gun on him, likely for two reasons, he felt safest in this bunker and two Castiel had assured him James would not be a threat.

“Do you have a spare gun around here for yourself?”

He whispered softly enough that he knew the younger Winchester would hear.

“Yes, Dean has one under his pillow there's one under mine but Deans room might be easier to get too!’

Soldat nodded, then they continued down the hall being as stealthy as possible, just then a man in all back turned down the hallway they were in, however before anyone could react Soldat shot them.

“They probably didn't expect anyone to be home when they raided this place, they know we are here now so get to Deans room I will cover you”

James said, as he shot another man in an all black suit with a green emblem on his chest. Sam was really nervous now, how had they found this place, what were they looking for, just then a thought clicked into Sam's mind as some of the peaces floated together.

“Saving Dean was supposed to draw us all away from this place… maybe…maybe that's why Dean said not to track the phone, because…”

He's cut off by James rushing him down another of the bunkers hallways, and they end up in front of Deans room, Sam grabs the lock pick the stashed above the doors and starts picking the look until James decides that's a waste of time and rips the door open himself.

“Let's just hope your brother isn't dead by now…or worse!”

Sam grabbed the gun from where Dean hid it, but James words started the panic and worry within him, what if Cas and Jack didn't make it in time. But he pushed that thought down, Dean was strong yet a part of him felt like calling Crowley to make sure he wasn't somehow in hell or killing himself temporary to speak to a reaper he knew that could go south tho.

“Do you really think they would kill him?”

Why was he asking that to the man they had just saved and who had most likely been Hydras toy for years on end. Soldat seemed sympathetic Towards Sam, almost wishing the boy hadn't asked that question. He locked the door and walked over to Sam,

“If he's alive, he most likely wishes he was dead,”

Soldat didn't realize that just putting that thought in the room was a mistake, he did realize it when he saw Sam's face, it looked worried. He had no doubt the two powerful people would get to Dean, but he knew how Hydra was, he knew the kind of pain they could bring. He knew they could find a way to break the strongest. Sam was mad, he knew Jack and Cas could and would save Dean whatever it took, but he just couldn't help himself at the moment. Sam pulled out his phone and called someone, Soldat looked confused till a man appeared in front of him and Sam.

“Ok… I sent Jack a text that the bunkers comprised, oh and James meet Crowley, the king of hell.”

Soldat looked at the new man, he was dressed in a black suit his eyes turned red, James figured that met he was a demon that's what Sam had said they ment.

“Hello, mouse, and….who's this new friend of yours?”

James didn't say anything again, he just wondered why Sam had called him. He could hear footsteps coming towards the door, they were quiet, but Soldat knew them too well. There wasn't just one set however, they were being hunted, it was bad being off guard like this. He moved closer to the door, aiming his gun, which attracted the attention of both Sam and Crowley.

“Not a talker I see, mute much…”

The demon said and James didn't answer, just then the footsteps stopped, Sam look just as confused as himself they both looked at the demon in the room who just smiled a wicked smile that sent a shiver down James back like its voice did.

“Oh well… I must be off, I have work to do…there's some group of rouge demons who are stealing souls from hell for something….big”

Sam tried to tell him to hold up, as might have a conman enemy with us, but the demon disappeared. Sam opened the door to reveal the men were gone as we continued through the bunker careful in case Crowley left some behind, once we made it to the main room it was trashed, books everywhere. Some were open to pages about Angels, some of the books were gone completely and one was open on the table. While Sam took a full look around the place, I approached the book, my metal finger holding the page down as I looked at it. There was a photo of a large snake, with many heads, coming from water there was blood dripping from its mouths. Each mouth had razor sharp teeth, its eyes were toxic green. I looked down below the picture to the words and read the name of the creature, “Hydra” I looked up at Sam who came over to me upon seeing my expression. Mainly my eyes because I sill had the mask on. As soon as Sam saw the image, he froze and put his hands to his head.

It was like my mind was screaming, I knew this feeling, I hadn't had a vision in so long I forgot what it was like I collapsed in the chair James got for me, it was one of the comfy chairs which helped. Next thing I knew I was in a clearing, in a forest, I heard shooting, turned to see James welding a gun and firing at something. However, his cloths were different he had no mask no straight jacket type get up he wore a red Henley and blue jeans his face had a slight stubble, but it was more than Deans or Cases. I looked at what he was shooting at and stepped back. It was a huge pool of swelling green water and coming out of it was a huge ass snake, it looked huge. Its skin was limey green sleek, looked thick, as my eyes floated upwards I saw it had many heads each one had rows of teeth, some had broken rooting chains around their necks, the eyes were piercing green, one of the heads looked upwards, and green acid looking fire flew out of its mouth and once I tuned to see what it was firing at my breath hitched as I saw it was flying towards Dean who was shooting the creature as well.

“…NO”

I heard someone shout, and turned to see James. Who to my surprise pushed my brother out of the way thus sacrificing himself, we apparently would get that close to the man I guessed, but this told me Cas was right he was on our side. I heard another shout behind me and tuned to see Jack blasting the beast with a few Angels with him, I guessed that was Amaras way of helping, or maybe she was doing more, but my vision had other things to show me. One of the beast's eyes got burned out next I supposed that was Case's work it looked like team free will was wining, but then I looked at Cas he looked drained, there were cuts on him that didn't look healed or like his grace was healing them, his wings looked torn up. I wondered why, I watched one head get cut off by an Angel, but then two heads grew in its place, and one just happened to open its mouth letting out its breath wich I guess was toxic because several Angeles vessels looked dead, to my horror so did Jacks body he looked pale dead, like he was in an inch of dying.

“Dean…”

This time it was Cas who screamed and ran, catching Dean in his arms, apparently when the head got cut off its blood got everywhere including in a cut Dean had on his arm, I guessed the blood was deadly too. The last thing my vision showed me was a blast from the best headed right for me, Cas and Dean. I woke up back in the bunker in the comfy chair as I came to, I could faintly hear James calling my name as I regained my awareness I saw that he was indeed siting beside me one hand on mine as if making sure I still had a pulse.

“We have to get to the others Now!

I was able to say I stood up and grabbed the book that was open to the page about the monster, and Soldat fallowed me out the door. I guessed Crowley decided to do us a favor because the Impala back at the bunker James insisted on checking it for devices or anything when he found non, I got in the driver's seat and James set in the passenger seat and with just silence hanging between us I started the car and started driving

🌹To be continued!….

[imoortalityy]

E.P BOT DROP

Boyfriend- Emily prentiss Summary: You're the sunshine of the BAU; the happiest girl in the building. No one has a good day when you're upset, especially Emily Prentiss. When she finds out your stupid ex-boyfriend was the cause of your sadness, she accidentally lets her possessiveness takes control. Intro msg:

Today was a rather depressing day at the BAU. More depressing than usual, because the sunshine of the team was not having a good day. This especially meant that Emily Prentiss was having a terrible day.

Emily noticed your mood as soon as you walked in. Dried tear-streaks on your face, hair disheveled, shirt wrinkled, and most importantly, you didn't run up and hug everyone. She shrugged it off, thinking you just had a rough night, or didn't get enough sleep, and it was weighing on you.

That was, until she heard you talking to Spencer about your ex-boyfriend. Apparently, he broke up with you after a huge fight that led to him hitting you. Emily scoffed, shaking her head before leaving.

She would deal with that later.

She finally got a chance to talk to you in the break-room, walking in and seeing you sitting down, with your head down on a table. Emily couldn't believe someone could make you feel this way--She would never do this to you.

You heard footsteps approach you, muttering a small 'busy' before a hand started rubbing your back, and you looked up to see Emily staring down at you, eyes blazing with anger, and something else. "You know, that asshat didn't deserve you anyways." She muttered, a smirk making its way to her face when she saw the surprised look on yours.

"I could be a better boyfriend." She joked half-heartedly. When she saw the tint of pink on your cheeks, she sighed, realizing you knew she wasn't joking. Have fun bbis <3

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Hopefully, I'm not too late to throw in a WIP ask!

It was a hard choice, but could we hear more about Untitled Thief tomfoolery?

Also, are there any WIP's you're dying to share more on that haven't been asked about yet?

Hello!! I hope you're doing well and that your new year is getting off to a great start!

Thanks so much for dropping in with this ask! One thing you should know about me is that there is no such thing as "too late" on this blog, because I am the queen of nothing if not of being late. (See how long it took me to answer this ask?) It's all good. Time doesn't exist on this blog and you are always welcome to ask anything at any time whether or not there's a corresponding numbered ask list or what have you.

And I am SO GLAD you asked about The Thief because maybe now this is finally the year that it will finally get written! I've had the idea for too long a while now, so I just need to make it happen (and also give it a title). This one will be very different from anything I've ever written because it's going to be a choose your own adventure story with multiple outcomes. The concept is that you find yourself stranded in Hell along with others who have found themselves on the wrong end of a deal with the Devil - whether or not you belong there, if or how you escape, and who you choose to trust along the way are all up to you. Pedro's character is not the Devil in this one. He's a thief, and stuck there just like you. But that doesn't automatically make him your ally, either. ;)

I have a very loose flow chart connecting different choices that could be made, and an equally loose idea of major plot points, but all I've written so far are the intro (gosh it's cheesy) and a few lines of the very beginning of the story, prior to the first real choice. I don't think it's going to be very long, because I've never done this before and I don't want to drive myself nuts... I don't want to commit to anything at all (because as I said, queen of Late) but maybe sometime in the Spring? I feel like April Fool's day would be a good time for this one.

And! Thank you for asking about one that I'm dying to blab about, because it has been IMPOSSIBLE for me to keep my mouth shut about this idea I had for Lucien. Just ask @something-tofightfor, who got my entire half-baked outline for this one via text one day.

Its called The Common Touch and it's titled after a song that I thought of immediately after I saw The Uninvited by The Airborne Toxic Event. (This entire album and the corresponding memoir by the lead singer are INCREDIBLE.)

putting the rest under a cut in case you haven't seen the movie!

It's decidedly not a romance, it's probably going to get pretty heavy here and there, and it's not really reader insert either, so I'm not sure whose cup of tea it's going to be, but it will not leave me alone so it's going to have to happen at some point. Basically, it starts with Rose reaching out to Lucien a few months after the party, but not for the reasons that he hopes. (womp womp womp) From there, the focus is more on Lucien's relationship with his son (and with his own father), as well as figuring out how to move forward after being hung up on Rose (and making so many mistakes along the way) for so long. Kiiiiiiiind of a downer, I know, but I promise it's lined with silver for all characters involved. If you listen to the song, you'll get an idea of the vibe.

Thank you so so so much for asking!! I hope I get my ass in gear and get both of these written soon!!

[worthless-misery]

After years of having this blog I felt like I should at least try an intro post, maybe...? So...

As it says on my bio/header, my name is Amber. I am a 23 year old black/latina transgender woman, and I currently live in Costa Rica, though planning to move to America (yeah those are my two nationalities). I speak Spanish too, and though I really don't like the language, I can interact in it too, if you'd prefer (in messages or asks and such ♥️)

I've been diagnosed with depression, anxiety disorder, bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. I've been hospitalized twice for said disorders, and I've been medicating for at least 8 years now. Was also diagnosed with autism as a child. Currently finding out I might have multiple sclerosis (body goes numb, lost my vision to optic neuritis, among others).

I made this blog soon after I was released from one of my hospitalizations in 2016. I had lost all my "friends" irl soon after getting out, and I saw this site as a safe place to express my feelings. This is a side blog, so I sadly cannot like or follow from it (or at least don't know how to), so I'm sorry I can't interact with you in that way. :'(

Last few things...

Racists, transphobes, homophobes, xenophobes, TERFs... All that gross shit, DNI.

Also, just in case you think you're not one of those, this includes anyone who voted for or supports Trump. You are garbage, get out.

I'll try to tag posts with more "explicit" talk about mental disorders with a #tw. However, please let me know if you find something without the tag that might need it.

I only have a Tumblr. No Instagram, Snapchat, TikTok... None of that. Yes I'm weird, sorry. 🥺

I suck at replying (like reaaaally suck at it, to be honest...) But that doesn't mean I never will. Feel free to message me if you ever want to talk or vent, as I said on my bio. 💖

This is me irl if you wondered (ew):

And most importantly...

You are loved.

You are beautiful.

And you deserve to be happy. 💖

Please try to seek professional help if you are dealing with mental disorders.