#i hope y'all know this is a joke and there's no real chance of this happening 👀

[dothegravitybounce]

somebody let larian studios know about a franchise called vampire the masquerade quick

[xxaraaq]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙚

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Synopsis | Alicent is a Godly woman who's morals stand high above everything else. She's given everything she's supposed to to the realm. She is so selfless, so fucking her husbands brother is the one thing she can keep to herself, right?

Word count | 1.5k

cw | Infidelity, spoken violence, corruption?

Authors note | Hi y'all. I know I haven't posted in literally the longest time ever but if I'm being honest I've been fighting with life it up until about a week ago it was beating my ass. Anyways, I'm back now, and I hope that this will make up for it, enjoy! Not edited.

She is a good queen.

That’s what she thinks to comfort herself whenever the regrets of her past set in.  She has done her duty to the realm, giving birth to formidable sons and a beautiful daughter. She did what she was supposed to do, she just happened to do it with the wrong man.

No one could blame her for her choices. Her husband, a now senile, miserable old man who had no romantic love for her, failed in his role as her source of comfort. Once Rhaenyra went off and fucked her uncle in a brothel, she felt as though she had no true friends, no real allies.

No one except you.

You were the youngest of you, Viserys, and Daemon. Meaning that you had no real responsibilities. You had close to if not no chance of inheriting the iron throne, and you accepted it. Instead of struggling futilely trying to climb your way up the line of succession, you sat back, kicked your feet up, and enjoyed the life of a royal, of a Targaryen.

With you and Alicent being so close in age, you only being four years her senior, she found it easier to converse and jest with you compared to her husband and virtually everyone else around her. You were light hearted, a companion she often sought the company of. And even though her fathers concern grew about the influence you have on her that grows with each passing day, she paid it no mind. After all, she was the queen, and no one could tell her no.

It was the day the ‘rumors’ spread about Rhaenyra that you swooped in. Exhausted, you were the first person she went to to deliver the news. 

“Your sister has ruined almost any chance she has at marrying a suitable lord.” Alicent huffs, pacing back and forth around the room. You chuckle, amused by the entire ordeal. “She is a princess, maiden or not, my brother will surely find a wealthy husband for my niece.” You say, trying to ease her nerves. It obviously doesn’t help, her looking at you like you have two heads. “This is nothing to joke about. Your niece might run your entire house into ruin with the horrid accusations circling about. Have you no care in what happens?” She yells, desperate to get you to understand her frustration in it all. “Accusations? Alicent, my closest friend, you are no fool. You and I both know she fucked my brother in a whorehouse. You can speak freely with me, I promise you that.” You stand from your chair, making your way towards her. You love your niece and brother, but you’re also not one to deny the truth.

A tear slips from her eye, the stress of it all pouring down on her. “Oh, my dear, don’t cry.” You cup her face in your rough hands. A chill runs down her spine, something she’s never felt before. The look you have in your eyes is not what she’s seen from you before. Your eyes are dark, a smirk on your face that means nothing but trouble.

“You are a good woman, I must say. A loyal wife, an obedient daughter, a great friend. You never fail to be there to fulfill the needs and wants from others around you. But what about your needs, hmm?” You ask, tone sultry with an emotion she can’t pinpoint. “I-I don’t understand what you mean.” She stutters, growing shy from your demeanor. “You know what I mean, Alicent. When’s the last time you’ve truly felt fulfilled? Rhaenyra is too busy chasing after Daemon like a lost pup to spend time with you. Your husband is still stuck on Aemma even though he’s the reason she passed on in the first place, God's rest her soul. And your father, as much as he may love you, sees you as nothing more than a tool. I am the only one who has genuine intentions for you. The only things I care about ensuring is your well-being and happiness. A life full of not knowing what it’s like to be pleasured and to bring pleasure is not one worth living.” 

She knows that you mean this deep down in your heart, and that makes her want to give in all the more. ‘We can’t, what if someone finds out?” She asks, fear covering her features. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Who would be so impudent as to try and tell the King that his youngest brother is fucking his wife?” You say. 

She thinks for a second, then two, then three. “I’m… I’m not certain that having an affair would be for the best.” She says, backing away until she hits the edge of a table. “Let me show you what I could do for you, please? If you don’t like it, just say the word and I’ll never make an advance again, I promise this to you.” You almost plead, desperation laced through every word you speak. You have to have her, you’re sure you’ll die if you don’t.

Her silence fills the room, making your heart beat all the more harder. You almost dropped to your knees to thank the Gods for having you in their favor the moment she nodded her head yes. It was slow at first, a kiss on the neck, a light caress on her thigh, but then you stopped holding back, and you took her to that table in a matter of minutes. You held your hand to her mouth, trying to keep her as quiet as possible as you fucked into her tight cunt with a fervor you’ve never felt before. Everything about her drove you crazy as you corrupted her. The scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, the way she so futilely used her hand to try and push you from her as your thick cock plowed through her. 

Your secret relations kept on through the years, past the birth of Ageon and the rest of the children. The both of you knew that all four of them were yours, words not needed to be spoken to know that you were the one to sire the king's heirs and not the king himself.

As everyone grew, so did the tensions concerning the birth of your niece's sons. You had to laugh when you first saw Jace’s brown tufts of hair. How could she be so transparent about her infidelity? It was Rhaenyra’s actions that truly caused the hatred to stir within Alicent. You knew as well as everyone else that it was only a matter of time before things grew too large to keep a blind eye to it all.

The day that Aemond was maimed was one that nobody could ever forget. It was truly just a blurry haze of squeaky voices, deep insults, and the sound of a sheathed blade. The royal blood that covered the pavement that night would never be forgotten. You were the one that escorted the queen back to her room that night, providing an environment where her tongue could be as loose as need be. You shut the door, the creakiness that shows its age filling the silence. “That vile woman and her, her…” She couldn’t even get the words out, she was so furious. “Bastards? Say it Alicent, we all know it to be the truth.” You say, leaning against the stone wall. She groans, hand running over her face as she goes back to her habit of pacing the room. “The king is so shielded by the love he has for her, he can’t even see the vile things she has done.” She says, pupils so dilated with rage she can’t see straight. “Must I remind you that we are in the same boat as her, only that her’s has started to sink while ours stays afloat?” You say, quick to point out the sins she has also committed. The words catch in her throat, taken aback by your sudden correction. “Are you taking her side?” Her voice trembles with stress as she picks at her nail beds. “Do you not remember how I to this day sneak into you room through secrets passageways to fuck you to sleep every night? How I’ve filled your womb with so much seed I’ve impregnated you four times? Or have you forgotten how all our children are bastards as well?” You say, your voice sarcastically sweet as you grip her waist, pulling her backside flush to her chest. You lay kisses on her neck and shoulders, soothing her tenseness almost immediately. “What happened to our son is a tragedy that may never be avenged. But as he said, the reward for losing his eye was much greater than the pain he suffered.” You whisper in her ear.

She is a good queen, she thinks to herself. 

She is a good queen, even as she lets you fuck her up against the bed posts, mouth cover by your calloused hands once more to keep her muffled sounds of ecstasy hidden from the outside world

-Nene

[emeritus-fuckers]

HI I LOVE Y'ALL'S BLOG SO MUCH!!! AAAA

Okay, I'll calm down now. I was wondering if you'd be interested by the idea of a newly summoned ghoul reader struggling to get to grips with their instrument and panicking about not being good enough for tour yet and being comforted by one of the ghouls?

I'm currently struggling to learn bass to get good enough for a band I have a chance to be in and it's really wreaking havoc on my mental health being so confused and getting it wrong over and over and y'all's writing in comfort scenarios always makes me feel better... So I thought I'd shoot my shot!

I hope you're having an amazing day, this blog brightens up my day every time! <3

Water ghouls helping a newly summoned ghoul learn their instrument

Chain (it/ghoul)

Chain is a fucking goofball.

Don't let its big, intimidating form fool you, Chain is a goofy dumbass who can barely keep up a "mysterious" act.

So when you come to ghoul and ask to learn how to play bass, it's delighted to help, all giggly and shit.

Ghoul's not the best teacher, he gets too excited and ahead of ghoulself, teaching you the "cool" riffs becore the easy ones.

It does get bonus points for being patient and hyping you up, though.

And the reward kisses. The reward kisses are nice.

Lake (he/him)

He comes accross very serious and when you ask him and you are pretty nervous.

He nods and gestures for you to follow him. He finds a cozy practice room well out of the way.

Despite his scary front he takes teaching you very seriously and is very supportive.

He's actually a really good teacher and takes time to show you good technique and teach you the songs you need to learn.

He rarely gives out compliments but when he does you know he completely means it.

Also when you get him to smile, either by a joke or playing well or just by being yourself.

You end up getting very close.

River (they/them)

They are a slut about it. A complete whore.

Every single dirty joke they can make while teaching you is made. Everything from fingering it correctly to thrusting with their own bass.

Shockingly, they are still a very good teacher. Only making the dirty jokes as you get closer to mastering each skill.

River definitely sits behind you to guide your hands on new notes and skills, hands on teacher when it’s needed. Only with consent of course.

Will absolutely bring you out for food after practice. They’re a slut but a classy slut. They buy you dinner before trying to get in your pants.

Cowbell (they/it)

It's a bit surprised to be your choice for bass lessons. After all, their only real performance was what landed them a name. And it was just trying to prank Papa.

But, the name stuck and it just couldn't go out of its way to change it, especially when you started to use "Cowie" as a cute little nickname that they just needed to hear every single day of its life.

But, fortunately for you, they just so happen to play bass as well, just like most water ghouls. They were just beginner level, but still.

You two practice together, figuring the instrument out.

It's a lot of fun, both you and Cowbell enjoy it a lot, even if it's a bit frustrating sometimes. At least you get frustrated together, right?

You end up better than it. Somehow, you end up tutoring them, instead of the other way around.

Mist (he/she)

He's thrilled to help out with that. Mist really likes alone time together, especially if you two just chill, enjoying a common hobby.

So she's happy to teach you guitar. Might offer playing Guitar Hero first so you can train your fingers a bit.

The first song you learn how to play is Gorillaz's Feel Good Inc., which is her favorite non-Ghost song. And the bass is very pleasant in the song.

He casually rests against your back, just listening to you play and giving small comments on what you can do better whenever you mess up.

There's this weird feeling of comfort during your practice sessions.

She starts a tickle fight the moment you put the guitar down.

Never let them know your next move type of shit.

Rain (he/she/ve)

He's a bit surprised when you ask, but doesn't see a reason to refuse.

But hey, ve's a good teacher! Really good, actually.

Rain sometimes even organizes classes for ghouls and Siblings who want to play bass.

She first gets you your own bass and lets you customize it with stickers. Not many people know this, but Sodo got the "YouSuck" sticker from her.

He's very patient with you, starting with basic notes and riffs before slowly moving to more complicated stuff.

Somehow, no matter who ve's teaching, her work is always excellent when it comes to teaching.

And he's very sweet with his rewards, if you catch my drift.

Storm (they/he)

They're chill with the idea. I mean, if you wanna learn, then who is he to deny you the fun that is playing bass?

Also, he doesn't say bass like the instrument, he says it like the fish, which is sorta funny during the lessons.

No, they will not be corrected on how to say it.

He's gonna sit you in his lap and show you everything, step by step.

They also let you experiment and play around, offering tips whenever you ask.

A decent teacher, not too great but not too bad, either.

~

Chain, Cowbell, Mist, Rain and Storm written by Nosferatu.

Lake written by Nyx.

River written by Death.

[swarvey]

paper rings | harvey x f!reader

summary -> you decide to surprise harvey with a belated birthday gift; harvey tries to fight off some unwelcome thoughts. warnings -> none! harvey just has some horny thoughts. wc -> 3357

a/n: surprise, an update!!

i loved writing this chapter. i actually feel like this song could have fit well as this story's title as well!! very excited for the upcoming chapters, though i am a little sad to think this will eventually have to end </3

well, either way, hope you enjoy ! <333 seeing y'all comment and stuff honestly is so heartwarming, so thank you all!!!

ch. 10 | ch. 11 | ch. 12

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chapter eleven: state of grace -> "this is the golden age of something good and right and real."

Your eyes opened to the warmth of sunlight flowing through your window, a relaxed breath escaping you. A pleasant smile settled on your face as you sat up, rubbing your eyes and remembering the words Harvey had confessed to you the previous night.

I love you.

For a split second, you wondered if you dreamt it all, if it’d all been too good to be true.

Then, you saw that the bouquet was still missing from its usual spot on your wall, and you knew it had all been real.

You grinned, sitting up with a renewed energy. Finally, you were able to wrench out the phrase you craved to hear from your best friend. Despite the efforts — and pain — it took to get there, you still managed to do it, which, in your eyes, was all that really mattered. 

You recalled the insecurities Harvey had spilled to you; more so, how he felt he didn’t deserve you. Out of everything that happened, those words hurt by far the most. You saw the torn, broken look in his eyes, knowing him well enough to see past it and realize his wounds weren’t fresh. You didn’t even want to know how long his horrid thoughts had stewed in his head. Probably way too long. What a terrible way to spend his birthday.

Then, an idea struck you — one that you knew would take the majority of the day and your best efforts, but you felt in your heart it would all be worth it to see his face light up. Besides, Harvey had never hesitated in the past to put you at the top of his list of priorities.

You figured it was time to give back.

-

“Forgive me.”

“Elliott, please—”

“I know,” the overly dramatic poet choked out, grasping Harvey’s hand with both of his as if his life depended on it. “It’s terrible of me to ask you this, I know, but please, forgive me for the trouble I caused, my friend. I just . . .” Elliott looked up at the doctor, his bottom lip trembling and eyes filled with guilt. “I just couldn’t stand the feeling of lying to Leah, and I knew she had no ill intentions, either, but— oh, I know it’s no excuse for what I did!” 

After his birthday, Harvey decided it was finally time to reconnect with his two supportive friends, shooting them both quick texts to meet him at the Stardrop the following evening. He roughly explained everything that happened with you, not forgetting to mention the stinging silence he initially left you with. Elliott’s face dropped when he got to the part where you told him you knew about everything, how Leah had taken the big step to be the one to tell you. Fortunately, his friends were as understanding as ever, more happy than anything that he got the chance to reconcile with you. 

Unfortunately, Elliott decided the guilt weighing on his shoulders could only be lifted by apologizing for nearly twenty minutes straight.

“And here I thought my life couldn’t get any worse,” Shane gruffed, only half joking. He proceeded to roll his eyes so hard Harvey worried he would hurt himself. “Fuckin’ hell, just forgive him already, would ya, doc? I can’t stand this anymore.” 

Harvey scratched the back of his neck before placing his free hand on Elliott’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “It’s fine, Elliott, I promise,” he replied, unable to keep the amusement out of his tone. “It’s my fault for not telling her, after all. Besides, it all worked out, anyhow.”

“A-are you certain?” He leaned forward, nearly toppling over his seat onto the Stardrop’s floor. “How can you be so kind? It’s truly inspiring, doctor, you must let me buy you a meal for your generosity!”

“With what money, pal?”

Elliott fell back into his seat with a huff, managing a glare at his friend before sipping his drink. “With the money I made from selling my first novel, thank you oh-so very much.”

Harvey blinked in surprise, while Shane gawked at him. “Are you being serious?”

Elliott’s chest puffed up in pride. “Completely. Of course, my first patron was Leah, but I’m planning on having a live book reading at the library soon!” Harvey smiled warmly at the sight of his friend’s joyful expression, proud to see his hard work come to fruition.

Then, Shane frowned slightly and shifted in his seat. “What, so you didn’t even bother to ask me for one? C’mon, the least you could do after buggin’ me about this damn book for nearly a year is offer me a copy. Geez.” 

A pause. “You . . . actually want one?”

“Yeah, yeah, save the sap, it’ll make me barf.” He paused. “It’s kid-friendly, right? I’ll get two, give one to Jas. Maybe one for Vincent, too, fuck it.”

Harvey could only laugh as he watched Elliott pull Shane into an unreciprocated hug, his eyes gleaming with grateful tears and he tightly wrapped his arms around him. Despite his loud, profanity-filled protests, there was a light in Shane’s gaze that hadn’t been there a couple seasons ago. After promising to see the therapist Harvey recommended to him, he’d slowly begun to make progress, even deciding to replace his usual beer at the saloon with a glass of pop instead. 

“Alright, enough!” Shane finally regained his stance in his seat, running a hand through his ruffled hair. He mumbled something neither of them could hear, but Elliott beamed nonetheless.

“I hope you’ll save me one, Elliott,” Harvey said sincerely. “Though, by the looks of it, you might have quite the fan already.”

“Shut it, doc.” 

Elliott let out a hearty laugh and gestured to Emily for an order. “Well then, my dear doctor, you must emphasize on your reunion with your lover,” he pressed on, looking at him eagerly, “but not before I order you a promised meal.”

“What’ll it be, gentlemen?” Emily asked as she wandered over, looking at the three with a bright smile. Her gaze stopped at Harvey. “Hey, what a nice surprise! I haven’t seen you here in a bit. I hope you’re doing alright, people have been saying they haven’t seen much of you lately.”

He cleared his throat, nodding. “There were a few . . . things, I had to deal with, but it’s all cleared up now.”

She hummed, but something about her look was a little too knowing. “Well, that’s all that matters, right? As long as you’re okay.” She leaned in a little then, close enough so she could whisper in his ear. “Haley’s just about ready to murder you, though. Thought I should give you a heads up.”

She smiled sympathetically when Harvey groaned, covering his face with his hands. He didn’t even bother to hear what Elliott ordered him and focused on the fact that one of your closest friends in town was probably plotting his murder.

“Everyone knows, don’t they?” he asked, voice muffled. He lowered his hands to see Shane hiding his smirk with his drink while Elliott sighed.

“I wish I could tell you otherwise, but yes,” the writer responded promptly. “I wouldn’t fear too much, though, especially if the two of you are on good terms! I’m sure she’ll clear the air.”

The door to the saloon opened, and — as if your mentioning had summoned you — you walked in wearing your work clothes, dirt and grass stains covering the front of your overalls. Your eyes met his immediately, and Harvey instantly looked away, feeling as if he had just seen his crush in the hallway. You tended to have that effect on him.

After the two of you shared a kiss the night before, he insisted on walking you home, tightly holding your hand the entire way. He was visibly reluctant to leave your side, allowing himself to, for once, be as clingy as he felt. When the two of you reached your front porch, he’d grabbed your hips and drew you closer to his body, looking at you with nothing but pure adoration.

“We have a long way to go, don’t we?” he asked softly, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. 

You hummed in agreement, turning slightly to kiss his palm. “Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world, right?” Your eyes seemed to glitter when he looked at you, his breath faltering.

Harvey didn’t know why your words made him feel the way he did — then again, he couldn’t explain a lot of things he felt when it came to you — but in that moment, a wave of gratefulness washed over him, and he couldn’t help but pull you in for another gentle kiss. He thought back to what you had told him all those years ago, how he had good karma, and he decided you might have been right after all. There was no other explanation as to why you were still in his arms after all the trouble he caused.

“You truly are my weakness,” he blurted suddenly. “My vulnerability, the crack in my defense. I think I would do anything for you.”

You laughed at his words, and the sound made his heart race. “You’ve been hanging out with Elliott too much.” You paused then, leaning in closer to his ear. “Is that a promise, Harvs? Anything?”

He shivered, swallowing hard. “Of course.”

Just when he thought he’d earned another taste of your lips — a rougher one maybe, one that led to your bedroom — you pulled away, sporting a mischievous half-smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you chirped happily. “Goodnight!”

Harvey let out another groan at the thought, trying to ignore the stir in his pants. We’ll take it slow, he reminded himself, not even noticing your figure appearing beside him. We have all the time in the world.

“Earth to Harvey, hello?” you sang, waving a hand in front of his face. “You there? Or is nobody home?”

He scowled as his friends stifled their laughter, though managed a smile when he turned to greet you. “Hello,” he sighed, pushing his glasses up. “Ignore them, please. I’m not sure why I associate with them.” 

“Hey, a ‘thank you’ would be nice, buddy,” Shane said, voice dripping in leftover humor. “We’re the ones who’ve listened to all your little love-sick rants.”

You perked a brow. “Love-sick, huh?”

“Let’s go for a walk, shall we?” Harvey desperately suggested, taking out his wallet and throwing some coins on the table for his drinks. “I’ll talk to you two later. And, thank you,” he rushedly added. As he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the saloon, he missed their lopsided grins at his words.

Harvey let out a long breath as he stepped outside, resting his hands on his hips. “I felt like I was suffocating in there,” he admitted, finding your hand once again.

You snorted. “Looked like it,” you replied, lacing your fingers with his. “I was looking for you, anyway. Did you get my text?” 

He blinked, grabbing his phone out of his pocket with his other hand to find one unread message from you.

Y/N : you at the saloon? i’ve got a surprise for you

“A surprise?” he wondered aloud. “For me?”

“Yes, Harvey, that’s what I said.” You smiled at his embarrassed frown, leading him through the plaza toward the clinic. “C’mon, I’ve been working on it all day!”

Just as he was about to question you further, a figure with long blonde hair and a blue tank top marched in front of him, successfully cutting off his hold on you.

“Don’t think I’ll forgive you as easily,” Haley snapped, and Harvey flinched at her furious tone. “You’re a real lucky guy, you know that, right? ‘Cause if I were her, I would have taken those glasses and shoved ‘em right up your—”

“Haley! There you are,” Leah laughed awkwardly as she grabbed the blonde’s arm, attempting to tug her away. “We’re going to miss the movie, dear. Let’s go.” She turned to Harvey, and he was glad to be met with much kinder eyes. “I’m glad you’re alright, Harvey. We’ll see you around.” Leah’s eyes lit up. “Oh, and happy birthday! Even though it’s a day late.”

“Thank you,” he responded, anxiously glancing at Haley. A pout rested on her lips as her partner nudged her.

“Yeah, whatever, happy birthday, I guess,” she mumbled, and you laughed at her reaction. Her expression lightened after that, the ends of her mouth lifting slightly. “I expect a call later, okay?”

“Will do.” You waved at the couple as they walked away, grabbing Harvey’s arm and continuing to lead him. “She’s pretty mad, if you couldn’t tell.”

“Really?” he asked dryly, fiddling with his tie. “I thought she seemed quite happy to see me.” You rolled your eyes, excitedly bringing him up the stairs to the fountain. “What is it, exactly?”

“What’s, what?”

“The surprise.”

You huffed, walking past the fountain. “Well, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?” 

“I . . . suppose not, no.”

“Then be patient, we’re almost there.”

You only stopped when the two of you reached the Community Center, two birds chirping curiously down at your arrival. Harvey examined the building, noticing how, despite it looking as beat up as it usually did, it felt more welcoming.

Before he could continue, you swiftly snatched his glasses off his face, covering his eyes with your hands.

“What—”

“Just go with it, Harvs, please? ”

The pleading tone of your request nearly sent him spiraling. Nearly.

Take it slow.

He nodded, swallowing thickly once again. You’re going to be the death of me, he thought. He almost voiced it to you the door opened, but was interrupted before he got the chance.

“I felt a little bad yesterday night,” you admitted, leading him somewhere unknown. “With everything going on between us, it was hard to plan something for your birthday.”

He sighed, a pang of guilt running through his chest. “Now, you know none of that is—”

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted. “It’s over now, and we’re . . . good. Better than good, I think.” Harvey smiled, wishing he could see your face. “And, even though it’s not really your birthday anymore, I still wanted to give you something better than a dried bouquet.”

“That bouquet means much more to me than you think. It’s all I need, really,” he said softly, then willed himself to say his next words. “You’re all I need.”

“And you’re being a big ‘ol softie.”

Suddenly, he felt your hands drop, slowly blinking his eyes open. Of course, at first, all he could make out were blurbs of green and white.

“Um—” Although he couldn’t see, Harvey could practically hear you roll your eyes as you passed him his glasses.

“Surprise.”

He couldn’t believe it.

In front of him was a completely refurbished room in the Community Center, the walls smooth and the flooring void of any faults. That, in itself, was impressive to him. 

The room wasn’t exactly what caught his eye, though.

No, what caught Harvey’s attention was the various model planes scattered across the room, along with the small workbench in the corner.

“I had to go into the city to find those, it took me all day,” you explained, trying to read his reaction. His mouth remained parted as he walked around, taking his time to take in everything. “This is meant to be the Crafts Room. Mayor Lewis asked me to fix this place up a while ago, and that’s where I met the Junimos. Thought I’d add my own touch, though.” 

Harvey nodded absentmindedly. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. Quite frankly, he was in shock, unable to believe what you had done for him. His gaze only pried away when a familiar squeak sounded beneath him. He smiled as Blueberry hugged his foot. 

The spirit looked at him expectedly, as if asking, Do you like it? 

“It’s—” He stopped then, finally turning to face you. Warm tears filled Harvey’s eyes as he stepped forward and engulfed you in his arms, burying your face in his neck. “It’s more than I could have ever asked for. Thank you.”

He felt you slump in relief, gladly wrapping your arms around him. “I’m glad you like it,” you breathed, pulling back to see his face. “You had me worried there for a second. I thought it was too much.”

“No, this is perfect.” Harvey laughed, bright and unlike he’d ever laughed before, and kissed you. “I can’t even find the words to explain how I feel.”

You grinned. “Maybe ‘happy’ could give you a good start.”

“No, that’s too big of an understatement.”

“Hm. ‘Joyous,’ then?”

“I believe those are synonyms, honey.”

You blinked, a blush creeping up your neck. Harvey didn’t notice, too busy walking over to the desk that seemed made for him. Blueberry poked your ankle, and you took it as a sign to stick out your hand. The Junimo happily walked up your arm, settling down on your shoulder and closing its eyes. 

“This . . . this looks just like the one I had in my grandparents’ house as a kid,” he realized, eyes widening.

“You used to spend so much time sitting there, working on your planes, ignoring me,” you added playfully. “If you ever get bored, you can come here, now. Add to your collection. You can show them off to everyone, too, after I finish rebuilding everything.”

He flushed at that, turning to meet your eyes. “No, I couldn’t, i-it’s too embarrassing—”

“Harvey. If this —” You swept your arm around the room. “—is what you enjoy, you shouldn’t hide it. It’s an important part of you, and I know everyone in town would be impressed.” You gently tugged at his hand, holding it strongly in your own. “Plus, I find it very endearing, you know.”

He raised a brow, grabbing your other hand. “Really? Building model airplanes is something you look for in a partner?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Harvey shook his head, tilting it as he studied your gaze. “This is still so surreal,” he muttered, glancing down at your interlaced fingers. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

You nodded, then smiled. “You know, I never would have guessed this.” You lifted your hands slightly, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “Now that it’s real, though, I’m not sure I’ll ever let you go.”

Harvey’s heart was just about ready to leap from his chest.

“You won’t ever have to,” he vowed. “Never again.”

“That’s a big promise.”

“It’s one I’m willing to make.”

“When did you get so bold?”

“When you became mine.”

Your eyes narrowed, flicking between his eyes and lips. “Is that what I am?” you questioned, voice light and innocent. “Yours?”

Slow, Harvey. You said you would take it slow.

He feigned a cough, looking away. “That’s what the bouquet meant, right?” he asked, raising one hand to swipe his mustache. “It means we’re official.”

The look you gave him was teasing, dangerous, but you covered it up with a laugh, starting to walk with him back towards the door. Blueberry had disappeared from your shoulder at some point; Harvey guessed even spirits grew tired of couples dancing around each other.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

“‘Home’?”

You looked back at him, huffing. “We’re official, right? That means you get to help me finish up the chores for the day.”

He thought for a moment, then nodded. 

Chores. He could do chores. He’d done plenty of chores with you before, when the ache in your grandfather’s back became too much and he needed a couple extra pair of hands. Chores would be good for him, Harvey thought. They would keep his mind off the uncomfortable tightness in his pants that’d been taunting him for hours, keep his dirty thoughts at bay, hopefully even keep some distance between the two of you, just for a little. Just until he could calm himself down and remind himself he was supposed to be going slow.

“You can spend the night, too.”

His face fell.

I’m screwed.

[bracedfangirl]

Fatal mistake

So uh about 5 years ago I sent an anon ask to @lloydskywalkers (whose writing was a major major source of inspiration for this) about an S5 Lloyd dies AU idea, and promised to write it one day... And while I did do so back then, I figured it was time to rewrite this old trope (shoutout to @wassupninja for proofreading all of it and holding my hand while I suffered through writing this)

But first, I shall summon some angst loving mutuals: @goldenavenger02 @thesoundofmadness @rosiehunterwolf @fishybehavior (I probably left out some people... It's 1 am...)

This situation has definitely been in one of his nightmares, Kai's sure of it. To be fair the past weeks as a whole have been a nightmare come true as well. Still he should've expected it... Of course Morro would resort to using Lloyd as a... As an ultimatum tool? Or whatever fancy words Zane would use...

Either way this sucks. If they don't give that greasy dickwad the crystal, he'll kill Lloyd for sure (Kai's seen that disgusting murderous gaze of his), but there's zero guarantee that he won't, even if they do, plus there's also that whole "gonna curse all 16 realms" thing too-

"Stop stalling! Give me the crystal, or else-"

"We're not stalling, we're thinking!"

Kai really, really hopes that Morro believed that, and that he doesn't hear their frustrated banter either. How the fuck are they gonna get out of this, they have nothing-

The ground slightly shakes, responding to Cole's frustration, and suddenly Kai's confidence comes back out of the void.

Let's see how you hold up playing hot potato, fuckface-

"Time's up, I told you to quit stalling!"

Before Kai has any chance to react, he's struck by an overwhelming sense of wrong. He whips around with speed comparable to Jay's strikes, the word 'wait' already on his lips-

His world freezes in place.

Lloyd stands on the ledge, bent back in an awfully unnatural way, red glossy blade sticking out of his middle, eyes wide open in shock.

Skewered, that fucker skewered him-

He's seen this before. Multiple times in slight variation over the years in his nightmares. But none of those even compare to the horror and dread of this because this is fucking real.

He doesn't hear the cries of panic coming from Jay and Cole, or the disgusting eerie chuckle coming from Morro. He doesn't even know if he himself has made any noise.

No he only hears the choked gasp Lloyd gives as he's kicked off the ledge, and makes a run for it. He gets there only a second after Lloyd lands on the ground with an awful crack, hands pressing on the wound reflexively.

Lloyd's eyes are wide open, his teeth clenched, and it takes Kai far too many seconds to realize that the horrible, garbled noise coming from him is his breathing. He can faintly hear Jay scream something again, but none of the words actually register. He presses his hands on the wound harder, earning an awful noise of pain from Lloyd in response. The panic has ebbed enough that Kai finally turns to look at Zane, waiting for whatever medical instructions he's whipped up-

But Zane's just staring. He's staring with that awful, horrified and saddened look, and Kai's blood runs cold.

No-

Lloyd's equally soaked hand suddenly grips his wrist, and Kai whips his head back to look at him.

His eyes are only half open now, but he's looking Kai straight in the eye.

"H-Hey... It's gonna be f-fine... Even g-got the power part handle-"

Lloyd suddenly chokes on his words, blood squirting from his mouth as he coughs. Seemingly realizing how little time he has, he reaches for Jay's shaking hands, turning to look at him and the others.

"Don' ya dare eve' s'op makin' jokes 'kay? Y'all gonna nee' jokes. Don' s'op till ya kicked the ass o' every ghost ou' there-"

Lloyd weakly spasms as more blood spills from his lips, his hold on Kai's wrist weakening. His head stills again vaguely in Kai's direction, eyes glossed over and barely open.

"Go'a s'ay a'some a'ight? Like... Vo'ca'o..."

His eyes are already closed somewhere mid sentence, and Kai scrambles to respond in panic, realizing he's been rendered silent the whole time-

The fire in Kai's heart sputters out just as Lloyd does, hand sliding off of Kai's wrist.

And Kai falls apart.

He cries and wails, begging his littl brother to wake up, to stay, even though he knows Lloyd can't hear it.

"I must admit I'm touched. But I do wonder, which is more pathetic? The fact that you even dropped this in your haste to reach him, or that he seemed the least scared out of the five of you."

Morro's sly, gleeful voice echoes through the cavern as he eyes the realm crystal in his transluscent hands with a disgusting grin before he disappears into one of the tunnels, likely leading to the surface.

As pathetic as it is, Kai doesn't immediately scramble to his feet to chase after him, to wipe the grin off his face by pressing it into water and wrangling that wretched crystal from his hands. He just stays rooted firmly into place, along with the others. It's as if all of his strength left him, leaving him to tremble in silence, clutching his brother's dead body, unhearing and unfeeling as Cole and Zane try to hold Jay together as he crumbles behind him with loud cries.

As if only a second had passed, Zane appears at his side, telling him they need to get going with an eerily monotone voice. He shifts his hold Lloyd's body with trembling hands, before shakily standing up. It feels like he's moving on autopilot, not even registering the climb to the surface. He can't feel his soaked gi sticking to him, or the wind coming from the exit of the cave or any of the bruises and cuts he's picked up. There's just this empty, numb and cold feeling right where his power and heart would be, the punishment for his failure to do the one thing destiny tasked him with.

That's not entirely true... He still has Nya left. He's going to have to work extra hard to keep her safe, failing her too is something he can't afford.

But unless he figures out some sort of magical plan real soon, he's going to lose not just her, but everyone else he loves as well.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Are there any nods, secrets, or easter eggs in your story that you don’t think people caught??

Y'all continuously surprise me with what you're able to pick up on, but here are just a few that I'm not totally sure people noticed.

Spoilers below the cut

Donnie's death was foreshadowed since chapter one

I literally put Tony Hawk in chapter twelve (and fourteen) and I haven't seen a single person comment on it. I was running out of ideas for Yokai, okay?

Besso the bear bellhop from chapter five is based off of an NPC @drsmer made when they DM'ed a rescent DnD campaign. The real Besso is a very sweet, mild mannered bear who one day gained sentience and now has to pay taxes.

The "Jack the Rabbit" book that haunts Donnie's conscience is from Ninjago.

The dragon Mordica's name is an inside joke between me and @bubbles-and-puddles based on a typo someone made in Sunday School spelling the word Mordecai as Mordecal.

This moment in chapter fifteen has two easter eggs. Scythes because, you know, Donnie just died. And Leo quoted the Krang.

During the flashbacks in chapter sixteen, I snuck in a reference to one of my favorite Rise fics of all time, Error 404 (if anyone knows the fic or knows the author, please tag them to give them credit)

And of course this shameless Like Father Like Son easter egg that I think everyone probably saw coming

I've said this before, but Donnie and Leo's cells were right next to each other. They both thought they were hallucinating but they could hear everything.

I saw my chance to say @purplepixel in the fic so I did.

I feel like there are probably more? These are just a few of them that I slipped in. I know I at least THOUGHT about putting a Hide and Seek by @phoebepheebsphibs reference in there at one point, but I don't know where it would be.

Next chapter I had to name the physical therapist, so I named her Dr. Fib after @daboyau (hope that's okay with you, nervous laugh)

[sissylittlefeather]

Let's Forget About the Stars: Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry this took me so long! Real life is kicking my ass, y'all. Anyway, this is another installment of Elvis and Dove Morningstar. No smut this time, just enough tooth-rotting fluff to give you diabetes. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: none really, period-appropriate racial tension/jokes

Word count: ~2.1k

Gladys shoots the Colonel a look. If she has it her way, they'll be married by spring. Little does she know, Elvis has the same plan.

******

October comes and goes with a trip to California. November begins with Dove and Elvis in Hawaii. Their love for each other grows with each passing day and Elvis becomes more and more determined to make her his wife. Somehow, they still don't have sex, despite the hotel stays and nights at Graceland in between. For the moment, they're content with her using her hand and him using his mouth. They both become more practiced with time and they fall into a bit of a routine. It's not something they're bored with, by any means. If anything, they're happier together as they get more comfortable with each other.

As Thanksgiving approaches, Elvis has an idea. One night as they lay in bed together he decides to take a chance.

"Hey, Dovey. Are you going home for the holiday?" He asks, his eyes as innocent as he can make them.

"Yeah. My family has a big dinner. I've never missed it."

"What if I... what if I came with you?" She looks at him curiously.

"Wouldn't your parents miss you?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't think about that. I just don't really wanna be away from ya." He twirls the end of a piece of her hair in his fingers. It's something he does when he's nervous and she recognizes his tell.

"You really wanna come with me, huh?" He looks up at her sincerely.

"I do, baby."

"I s'pose I could ask Daddy if your folks could come along? Would that work?" He brightens instantly.

"Yes! That would be perfect!" She smiles softly and kisses him on the cheek.

"I'm sure he won't mind." He pulls her close to him and kisses her forehead. The next step in his plan is working out nicely.

******

For Thanksgiving, Elvis, Dove, Gladys, and Vernon make their way to Oklahoma for dinner with Dove's family. Vernon is less than pleased with the idea, but Gladys is excited to meet Dove's mother. As they walk up to the door, Elvis chuckles.

"It's going to be a little like the first Thanksgiving, isn't it? All us white folks and your family?" Dove laughs.

"I think you'll be surprised at how civilized we are."

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to imply-"

"It's fine, Jumbee. I'm kidding." When they get to the door, Dove knocks gently and then takes Elvis's hand in hers. She can tell he's nervous again. Her father opens the door and stands there stoically without smiling.

"Hi Daddy."

"Welcome, white visitors." The Presleys stand on the front porch awkwardly. "I'm joking. Come on in, folks."

He laughs jovially and welcomes them in warmly. Everyone relaxes as he does so and the afternoon begins. Gladys is pleased to see that Dove immediately jumps in to assist her mother and sister with the dinner, and offers to help. Dove's mother, Mary, welcomes her into the kitchen lovingly and the two women bond over food and the raising of children. Gladys compliments her home as Dove's siblings run around them. Vernon sits on the couch awkwardly as Elvis makes conversation first with Dove's father and then jumps into some game with her brothers. Dove is the oldest of five kids with her sister 17 and then her brothers 14, 11, and 9. Before too long, Dove's father, John, is able to engage Vernon in conversation and the two men find it surprisingly easy to talk to each other once they get started.

Overall, the afternoon passes pleasantly and Elvis and Dove exchange a relieved look when everyone sits down to eat. They sit side by side and hold hands under the table while Dove's father blesses the food. As everyone begins to eat, they're able to talk a little.

"I think this is going well." Dove whispers.

"I agree. Daddy even seems to be coming around." He nods toward Vernon who is still conversing with John. Dove smiles warmly.

"I told you it would be okay." Without thinking, Elvis reaches up and pushes a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You were right, as always. I love you, Dovey."

"I love you too, Jumbee." He's dying to lean in and kiss her, but he doesn't want to be disrespectful. Their exchange does not go unnoticed by both mothers, though, who smile first at their children and then at each other.

After dinner, the women begin to clean up and shoo the men into the living room. Elvis knows this is his chance.

"Daddy, I'd like to talk to Mr. Morningstar alone, if it's alright." Vernon nods, not sure what his son might be up to.

"You can call me John, son." Dove's father responds. They walk over to a corner to try to get some privacy, despite the bustling activity in the room. "Now what is it you want to talk to me about?"

Elvis shifts from one foot to the other nervously and bites his nail. Then, he takes a deep breath. There's no time like the present.

"Sir, I'd like your permission to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage."

"I had a feeling that's what this was all about." Elvis smiles a little, not sure what to make of that response.

"So-"

"I give you my permission." Elvis breathes a sigh of relief. "But you have to know this won't be easy with you being who you are and her being what she is."

"I'm not afraid, sir."

"I can see that, son, and it's very noble. I'm just not sure you're aware of what you're getting yourself into. People like us... well, we're not treated the same. Your children will be different than those around them. And your fame-"

"Sir, please don't let my career distract you from the fact that I'm just a man. I'm just a man who is madly in love with your daughter. No marriage is easy, and sure ours might be made a little harder by who I am and the differences between us. But I'm just a man. And I want to marry your daughter more than anything in the world." John smiles warmly.

"That's all I needed to hear, son. You have my permission to marry her if that's what she wants." Elvis beams, the joy rolling off of him in waves. Dove feels the change in his demeanor and looks at him inquisitively. He just nods and smiles. John pulls his attention back to the conversation momentarily.

"You really love her?"

"I do, sir."

"And you promise to take care of her, always?" Elvis nods vehemently.

"To the best of my ability, sir."

"Then you have my blessing." Elvis shakes his hand vigorously.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much." Vernon watches the exchange and deduces what must be happening. He knows he's promised the Colonel that he'll be an accomplice to whatever plot he has to keep them apart, but being here with her family has changed his perspective. They're not so different, after all. He smiles despite himself, determined to tell the Colonel whatever he needs to say to make sure his son stays happy.

After dinner, Elvis and his parents leave to go to their hotel because Dove's parents' house isn't quite big enough for everyone to stay. Dove is dying to go with them and stay with Elvis in his room, but she knows her father wouldn't appreciate that. What happens in Memphis is a different story, but here in his home, she has to respect his rules. As they go to leave, Elvis wraps her in his arms and kisses her cheek.

"I'll miss you all night, Dovey."

"I'll miss you too, Jumbee." They embrace one last time and he risks a gentle kiss on her lips. The four parents watch with their hearts warmed, both sets remembering what it was like to be so young and so in love.

******

The next day, Dove and the Presleys head back to Memphis after a warm goodbye and invitation to visit anytime from the Morningstar family.

It's a long drive, but eventually they make it back to Graceland. Elvis turns to Dove and whispers in her ear.

"You wanna stay with me tonight? I missed you so much last night. I wanna hold you like we normally do."

"I want to, Jumbee, but we need to stop by my place first. I need some more clothes." He smiles and kisses her temple. A short stop at her place is nothing.

Elvis drops his parents off at Graceland and then takes Dove back to the boarding house. When they pull up, though, it's obvious something is wrong. Someone's stuff is packed up and set on the porch. Dove gets out of the car nervously and Elvis jumps out too.

"You don't have to come with me."

"Something's going on. I just want to make sure you're okay." She nods and he takes her hand, leading her up the front porch steps. As they approach the pile of belongings, Dove inhales sharply. At the top of the pile is her record player.

"No." She rifles through some more of the stuff and is shocked to discover it's all hers. Grabbing Elvis's hand, she rushes up the stairs to her room. On the door is a paper marked "Eviction Notice."

"Eviction? Dovey?" Elvis looks at her concerned. Dove sighs deeply and puts her head in her hands.

"I might have missed a few months' rent."

"Dovey-!"

"I'm out of my savings and none of the clubs here will hire me to sing." Tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I guess I'll have to go back to Oklahoma."

Elvis tips her chin up to look into his eyes.

"No, baby. I'm not letting you get away." He walks back to the porch and starts to load things in his trunk.

"But where else will I go?" Dove asks, a little panicked.

"You're coming home with me. You practically live there anyway. Now we can just bring the rest of your stuff." She shakes her head vehemently.

"No, I don't think I should do that. We're not married." He stops and cups her chin in his hand.

"We won't do anything more than normal. I just love you and refuse to have you on the streets or lose you because you go back to Oklahoma. You're coming home with me. Please?"

Dove considers her options. She does love staying with Elvis and this would solve the problem of her going back and forth. Still, is she ready to live with a man before she marries him? Then, she looks at Elvis with his ocean-blue eyes, begging her to agree. She can't tell him no.

"Alright then, grab a box."

He beams as they load up the rest of her things into his car.

******

Dove lays with her head on Elvis's chest, looking at the boxes of her belongings in the corner of his room. She's never lived with anyone that wasn't her family before. He feels her swallow deeply.

"Are ya nervous, Dovey?" She looks up at him.

"A little. I've just never lived with anyone else before. What if we start to hate each other?" He chuckles and kisses her forehead.

"Not possible, baby. And even if we did, how would it be different than if we figured it out after we got married?"

"You could kick me out." He looks at her seriously.

"I would never do that. Not before marriage and not after, either. I love you way too much." She looks up at him and says a prayer that he's right.

"I love you too, Jumbee. I just hope we're not making a mistake."

"We're not. Do you trust me?" He smiles with the memory of every time he's asked her that and she relaxes.

"Of course I do." She snuggles into his chest and he squeezes her gently, kissing the top of her hair affectionately.

"Everything will be just fine. You'll see."

******

"She WHAT?!" Vernon holds the phone receiver away from his ear as the Colonel yells. He tries to respond calmly.

"She moved into the house-"

"THAT LITTLE-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Colonel. It's okay that she moved in. He's planning to marry her soon."

"Do you have any idea what kind of scandal this might cause?!" Vernon takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.

"I don't care. They're happy. I'm not going to take that away from him."

"Then I'm on my own." The Colonel's voice shakes with rage. "You'll regret this, you know."

"I'll never regret seeing my son so happy. Goodbye, Colonel." Vernon hangs up the phone, satisfied with his ability to stand up for Elvis.

What he doesn't know, what no one knows, though, is that the Colonel has decided his next move. And it's a move that will shake the Presley family to its core.

******

Until next time!

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[hard-core-super-star]

(you give me) guilty pleasure [C.Danvers]

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pairing: switch!carol danvers x switch!skrull!reader

summary: after another failed attempt at asking carol on a date, you decide to shift into her and get some much needed...release. unfortunately, carol doesn't know how to knock.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! -> selfcest [R's a skrull and she shifts into carol]; getting caught masturbating; fingering [R receiving]; breastplay; carol's VERY into herself; dirty talk; slight degradation [use of the word 'slut' once]; captain kink because duh; riding [R has a cock for the last half of the fic]

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! yup, we're not even a week into the new year and i'm already here, posting the filthiest smut just for y'all 😅 on a real note, i'm very happy to continue writing my silly little fics and sharing them with you. this is another commision that i absolutely loved working on and this definetly isn't a reminder that my commissions are open 😶 anyway, i hope you enjoy, i'll see you around <3

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No one could deny that Captain Marvel was a massive flirt. Whether it was a quick pick-up line, a perfectly timed smirk, or a purposeful graze of her fingers, she loved keeping people on her toes. Maybe it was her cockiness or her charisma that made her do it, or maybe she simply loved the brief moments of attention she received in turn.

The details of her habit were lost on everyone else, and yet no one could deny how attractive her nonchalance made her.

A fact you're all too familiar with.

You've lost track of how many times you've found yourself tangled up in one of Carol's flirtatious comments. Even though you knew she did it with practically every girl she stumbled upon, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking there was more to the brief moments you shared with her.

Maybe it was delusional, but, in your defense, there has always been something lingering under the surface between you. While being saved by the captain wasn't anything special considering her history with your species, being given both a new home and a job was.

You weren't sure why or how she did it, but she managed to convince Nick Fury himself to give you a chance, to let you join S.H.I.E.L.D when it was in its beginning stages, and allow you the chance to start over on Earth. It wasn't the life you thought you'd ever have, but you slowly learned to love it...and the human face you'd "borrowed" upon coming to Earth.

The captain hadn't stuck around much at first, something about some loose ends she needed to tie up. You didn't ask for details and she didn't give any so you assumed that would be the end of your flirtatious banter with her. And maybe that would have been true had Nick Fury not assigned you to the very same space station that Carol would come back to time and time again after going on her own missions.

Your paths didn't cross often, but every time they did, you'd inevitably end up making a fool of yourself by getting rejected. Then again, it wasn't like you made your intentions obvious, always hiding behind subtle jokes and hidden double meanings. It didn't take a genius to figure out you had a massive crush on Carol, though.

Unfortunately, the captain simply wasn't paying enough attention.

And so, here you were, running into Carol once more and horribly messing up your chance at a date with her. It was honestly a little impressive how often you found yourself in this situation, hurrying back into your quarters with your tail tucked between your legs.

Except this time, you had far too many conflicting feelings waging war inside you. A part of you was very pissed off, another part disappointed, but the loudest part of you was far too intoxicated by your attraction to the captain. It didn't help that she had been wearing that dumb white muscle tank that showed off her perfectly toned arms and that she'd looked you up and down at least five times. Maybe she hadn't known what she was doing but she'd lit a fire in you that you had no way of quelling.

Unless...

It's stupid and reckless and maybe slightly deranged and yet...it's also the best idea you've had all day.

Unbeknownst to you, while you're considering the dirtiest thought you've ever had, Carol is pacing back and forth in her own quarters, the wheels in her head slowly spinning toward an answer she can't quite believe. Sure, she's always been a little slow to notice when people are actually flirting with her, but there's no way you want her...right?

That despite her slight egotistical nature, her carefree way of shooting down almost everyone who actually flirts with her, her total nonchalance toward forming real relationships, that despite all of that...you actually wanted to be with her.

Oh.

What a fool she’d been.

It takes her almost no time to rush out of her quarters in search of you, her heart pounding in her ears. Would you even want her now? Now that she’d shot you down so many times? Acted like your advances meant nothing to her?

She’s not sure but she knows she has to find out the answer before it’s too late.

Carol rushes into your quarters without a second thought, lips parting to announce her entrance when her eyes land on you. Her speeding heart all but stops the seconds she finds you.

There you are, splayed out on your bed, except you don’t look like yourself. No, you look like Carol.

And to make matters worse (or better, if she’s being fully honest with herself), you’re naked. With a hand between your legs and the other one playing with your breasts. Breasts that are identical to hers.

"Oh my God-" Her voice cuts through the haze of slightly unhinged arousal that's taken over your mind since you decided to shift into her.

"Holy shit!" Your eyes fly open, and you instantly remove your hands from your body. A body that looks identical to Carol’s.

The only sound that fills the air for the next few moments is your heavy breathing. You want to apologize, to attempt to explain what you're doing (even though it's more than obvious), to do anything besides simply lay there, completely exposed.

You don't get a chance to do anything, though, because Carol's eyes take far too long admiring you and your mind goes blank. The flush on your cheeks seems to entertain her because it doesn't take more than a few seconds for a smirk to form on her face. "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"

You try to form a response, but your body feels frozen. Frozen and far too hot at the same time.

And it doesn't help that Carol takes your silence as an opportunity to come closer. Close enough to get a good look at the mess between your spread legs.

"I- Carol-"

"Don't," she says, her eyes shooting up to lock onto yours. "Don't apologize. Don't act like you didn't do this on purpose. I left you this hot and bothered?"

"Shut up," you huff, ignoring how weird it is to hear her voice coming out of your mouth. "None of this was supposed to happen."

Carol chuckles at that. "Well, you don't seem too upset."

"Don't look at me like that, this is all your fault."

"It's my fault that you decided to turn into me and get yourself off?"

"Well...when you put it like that..."

She shakes her head at you as her knees hit the edge of the bed. She lingers there, her eyes on yours. "If you want me to leave, just say the word. I can walk out and forget this ever happened or..."

The trail-off leaves little to the imagination and yet you still hesitate. There's no way she wants you the way you want her.

"Or...?"

"Or I can take over and fuck you like you deserve."

"You'd be fucking yourself," you point out, your breath getting caught in your throat despite your best efforts.

Her eyebrow raises as her smirk grows. "And? I said what I said. You're not the only one who finds me attractive."

Her words are filthy, downright sinful, and yet, you can't deny how compelling you find them. How many times you've thought about a scenario eerily familiar to this. It's not like you can help it, being a shapeshifter comes with quite the...intense fantasies.

"Carol...are you sure?"

You're not sure where the hesitation comes from, you just know you're on the precipice of something you won't be able to come back from. Then again, you're not sure you'd want to. Maybe it's a risky step, but it's one you're more than ready to take.

The blonde seems to know exactly what you're thinking because she slowly lets herself fall onto the bed. She crawls her way up to you, those damn blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you? Because I didn't tell you to stop."

Her response is less of an answer and more of a warning. Your last chance to back out if you don't want this, if you don't want to do this with her like this. And maybe, deep down, you don't. Maybe a part of you is afraid of what it will mean. Of the very real possibility that Carol only wants you when you're like this. When you're her.

That being said, you're not about to let your insecurities get in the way of finally getting to kiss your crush. Sure, it's a little desperate, but it's also hot as hell.

"I'm sure," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want this."

The smile you receive in return is reward enough but once she's fully settled on top of you, her fingers wrap around your wrist and guide your hand back between your legs. "Yeah? Show me how much you want it. How much you want me."

The command sends a shiver down your spine, your hips bucking up involuntarily. Carol notices the movement and her eyes take their time mapping out every inch of you. Every inch of her.

It's strange. Even though you both knew you had shifted into her, it's not until she really looks at you that it starts clicking for both of you. That the wheels in her head start turning and she fully realizes the power she has. The rush that comes from having herself, the real strongest Avenger, laid out and vulnerable underneath her.

It doesn't matter that you don't have her powers or personality, that you only look and sound like her. Those two things are more than enough to fuel her fantasies, to allow the somewhat hidden egotistical side of herself to rear its head.

You don't notice the shift in her at first, too busy teasing your clit with your fingers and trying to not immediately cum. You certainly feel it, though. More specifically, you feel her hands on you, her fingers teasing the underside of your breasts before taking them into her hands.

"Fuck, look at you. All that strength and you're still just a needy plaything for me."

The fact that she's technically talking about herself isn't lost on you, but you don't care. At least, not enough to pull the plug on the whole thing.

"Carol," you moan, arching your back into her touch.

Her hands squeeze your breasts in response, her thumbs grazing your hardening nipples in something that borders on awe. "You sound so pretty when you moan for me."

You shudder underneath her, your clit throbbing under your digits as you continue to tease yourself. The last thing you need is to end up cumming before anything even happens. In your defense, you've been turned on for the past hour.

"Fuck, please."

She ignores your borderline desperate pleading in favor of ducking her head and attaching her lips to your chest. Your free hand comes up to tangle in her blonde hair, your grip on her tightening as she continues her exploration.

Even though she's technically not given you permission, you allow yourself to slip a finger inside your wet heat, your walls instantly clenching around the intrusion.

You don't know how she knows what you're doing but you feel her smirk against your skin. "Dirty girl, where'd your patience go?"

"Shut up," you mumble. "You're the one set on teasing me."

"Because you look hot when you're desperate."

Carol doesn't give you another chance to argue with her. Instead, she wraps her lips around one of your swollen nipples, delighting in the broken gasp you let out in response. Your other nipple gets just as much attention, except it's her fingers that toy with it instead of her warm mouth.

The difference in sensation doesn't matter to you or your cunt, though, and you just barely stop yourself from humping your own hand.

Your resolve breaks thanks to Carol, though. More specifically, to the ease with which she slips her free hand between your bodies, her fingers instantly latching onto your swollen clit. "Oh, baby, is this all for me?"

"Yes-" 

Your broken sounds of pleasure only serve to stoke the flames of her own ego. Her movements speed up, clearly intent on making you fall apart for her. The way she continues to play with your sensitive nipples only adds to that fact and you know there's no way to hold back much longer.

Thankfully, Carol doesn't seem to mind.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna soak my hand like a good little slut?"

Her degrading words only spur you on and you slip in another finger, your speed matching hers as you both work toward your orgasm. You'd never doubted the captain would be dominant in bed, but you'd never thought she'd be into that kind of dirty talk. Mainly because if you were technically her right now, it meant she was into referring to herself like that.

Something about that realization pushes you toward the edge, your walls fluttering around your fingers as you chase more pleasure.

"Please, Captain," you moan. "I want to cum for you."

Her groan mixes with your breathless whimper and her teeth softly graze your nipple in the process. The sensation is too much for you and your orgasm crashes into you before you can stop it.

The only warning you give is a drawn-out moan before your whole body convulses underneath the blonde. Your squirming instantly gives you away and she detaches herself from your chest just to watch you fall apart for her. To hear the way you moan for her with her own voice. To see her own eyes roll into the back of your head.

The fascination and adoration in her eyes is obvious, but you miss it due to how powerful your release is. Your brain is completely scrambled, there's a faint ringing in your ears and a mess underneath you.

Despite the charged atmosphere, Carol's right there to catch you.

Her hands leave your oversentive body as she shifts until she's straddling your leg. The physical contact is just as much for you as it is for her but that doesn't matter much to you. All you care about is feeling her close, having her with you as you try to ground yourself.

"Breathe, sweetheart," she says, her voice soft as she ducks her head down to press feather-light kisses to your temple. "You're okay, I'm right here."

You do your best to focus on your breathing, but it's hard to concentrate on anything when you can feel the heat of her soaked core against your skin. The excitement builds up in your veins even as you try to bring yourself back down to a state of calm.

"Carol," you whisper, your hands slowly coming up to rest on her hips. "Is that all for me?"

The subtle rocking of her hips stops the second she hears your teasing words. Words she'd used on you not even half an hour ago.

"You're the worst, you know that?" She responds with a soft chuckle.

"You seem to like it."

Your hands urge her to continue her movements, helping her ride your thigh. The friction makes her shiver and a loud groan pulls itself out of her mouth.

"Shit...I liked you better when you were too fucked out to talk."

This time, you're the one who chuckles, your nails digging into her skin. "I think it's your turn."

"Yeah?" She leans back again and the glint in her eyes tells you all you need to know. "Think you can...give yourself an upgrade for that?"

Her suggestion shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet, you can't deny the effect it has on you. "And you were calling me dirty?"

You know she's more than ready to argue back so you decide to take advantage of her distraction and shift your lower half into something more...phallic. You'll never admit it, but it's not the first time you've taken advantage of your shapeshifting abilities to do this.

It is the first time you do it while looking like Carol, though.

And the sight affects you just as much as it affects her.

"Holy shit," she says. "You actually did it?"

"You wanted it, right? Wanted something to ride?" You're rewarded with the sight of her cheeks actually flushing. You're not sure the last time you saw Carol blush, but you sure as hell aren't going to forget it this time.

"Shut up," she mumbles.

You want to comment on how adorable she is all of a sudden but then her hand is moving down your body and wrapping around your length. Your hips buck into her hand, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. Just because you've experimented with this on your own before doesn't mean it ever felt as good as this.

"Oh, fuck," you groan. "This is the best idea you've ever had."

Carol laughs and allows you to move her again. Except this time, you're helping her line up her soaked cunt with your cock.

She sinks down onto you, her hands coming down to grip your shoulders as you keep her steady. You're both panting, both groaning into the space between you as you slowly fill her up. Instantly, you're addicted to the way her walls clench and flutter around you.

"Why have we never done this before?" The blonde asks, darkened eyes locked on yours.

"Because you're oblivious as fuck."

Once again, you stop her before she can argue with you. 

You start thrusting up into her, eagerly watching the way her face contorts with pleasure. Her breathy moans fill the room as you focus on her pleasure, driven by the years of pent up tension you're finally able to release.

"You're right, Captain," you say, your hand drifting down to play with her clit. "You do look good like this."

The sound she makes borders suspiciously close to a whine. "Don't be a tease."

"I'm just trying to make you feel good."

"Then focus."

Even though you want to roll your eyes at her, you do as she says, putting aside your want to tease her and instead doing everything you can to make her lose control. You speed up your thrusts and watch her resolve slowly crumble.

"Fuck," she moans. "Just like that."

You're far too eager to please and she's far too turned on to last much longer. It's a desperate combination the leaves you wanting so much more.

For now, though, you focus on pushing her to the edge.

It doesn't take much longer, clearly teasing you had an intense effect on her too. Your fingers circle her swollen clit faster and faster until she's shaking on top of you, allowing you to move her up and down on your cock as her orgasm hits her point blank.

You half-expect her to moan her own name as she cums, to give in to the fantasy that she's getting fucked by herself and you're not here.

She doesn't, though.

She moans your name.

Even with the fact that you've shifted into her, that you've even given yourself a dick for her, she only sees you. She only wants you.

Of course, you wait to mention something to her.

First, you help her ride out her high, slowing down your movements until she can catch her breath again. She all but collapses on top of you, her body molding perfectly against yours. 

You stay tangled together for a few moments before she speaks up with a hoarse voice. "y/n? Can you...shift back now?"

Of course she would beat you to it.

"Sure. Anything you want, Captain."

It's a little strange considering you're still buried inside her, but you shift back to yourself. To the real, very green, version of yourself that only Carol's allowed to see.

Her hand cups your cheek before she's pulling you closer, her lips finding yours.

Maybe it's far from perfect. Maybe this is a horrible start to a relationship. Maybe you'll both regret this later.

For now, though? For now you'll simply bask in the afterglow with her.

[ddoxhan]

your existence

like your shining smile, you brighten up my world with your existence

word count : 1.9k words

genre : fluff; when hanni comes over to blue rain for her cup of coffee but after you clocked in to work; florist!hanni x fem!reader (a year older than hanni); BREAKING: actual sighting of two lovesick puppies

t/w : none :)

a/n : here's part 2 as requested by y'all <3 there will be a part 3 with the way I ended this but it will take some time as I have loads of assignments to finish :') meanwhile, here's this to enjoy !!

usually, the florist comes over real early for her regular vanilla latte, making her the first customer of the day. however, she decides to sleep in a little before starting her routine, and you decided to show up a little earlier after running late twice. (chaewon was going to cut your pay and you were here to make some extra to buy that switch)

that meant, chaewon would usually be the one opening the shop to make the first drink of the day for hanni. you, being a nice friend and employee decided to open the shop for her this time round because fingers crossed, minju might actually let you off early on some days when she comes to know of your good deed. (or maybe you just know your crush comes over early for her coffee and you want to see the most beautiful person in the world to start your day)

you pedaled harder than usual with spring love songs playing in your earphones, scaring chaewon a little when you blasted your spring playlist in the cafe because you were one grumpy kid during the season of spring. (she had experienced it thrice and was extremely ready to get you to try a dating app)

it was undeniable that even you yourself, felt that you were more giddy and giggly recently, because of a certain someone who works at the florist shop that is two lots before blue rain. it took you some time to realize that you were crushing on her and when you told chaewon and minju, the two looked at each other before hugging you at the same time. they were so proud that you finally like someone, perhaps even love, as they were so worried you might actually die alone in the future. (jokes aside, they genuinely thought you were asexual at one point)

although it was slightly tough trying to open the cafe on your own for the first time, you did a pretty good job at managing things. coffee machines, tables and chairs, windows, floors, even the storage room. you made sure everything was in place before you flipped the 'closed' sign to 'open'. the clock struck 8 and your favourite person should step in anytime soon to get her usual vanilla latte. (the coffees weren't your expertise, but you learnt the vanilla latte specifically from chaewon so that you'd be able to make her favourite drink anytime she drops by)

30 minutes passed by and still no sign of her. it was weird since she was always on time with opening the shop, and you were growing worried that she might be sick and decided to close for the day. if that was the case, you'd clock out this instant to check up on her. how did you come to know where she lived? you decided to offer to walk her back one day when you were about to ride back to your place, seizing the chance to spend more time with your crush.

she gladly accepted your offer, the smile on your face widening so obviously that the girl had to look away to stop herself from smiling too, and from falling even harder for you than she already did. riding your bike would take less than 5 minutes but walking would take about 15 and no way were you choosing the bike. she was the one who asked, and seeing how you refused to ride and walk instead, made her feel hopeful that you felt the same way that she did. (at first, it was one lovesick puppy, now it's two)

just as you were ready to grab your coat, the bell on the door rang as it opened, revealing the one and only person you had been waiting in nervousness the entire morning.

"morning, unnie! I didn't think I'd see you here this early."

hanni flashes you her signature smile that literally has your heart skip a beat, each and every time without failure. somehow, you wish it stays that way because the butterflies makes you feel all giddy on the inside, and the only person who succeeds in doing it is her.

"good morning, hanni. you know, just happened to wake up early. the usual right?"

when you tried your best and you don't succeed. yeah, the nonchalant reply did nothing to mask the intention of yours to see her and even have her drink order embedded in your head.

"hmm, I come here so often that you remember my orders."

as you keyed in her order into the cashier, she leans closer to the machine, looking at you from an angle that has you swooning over her adorable antics, but you did a fairly good job at hiding it from your face.

"of course, you're our favourite customer."

"are you sure? or am I your favourite customer?"

but her flirting always gets you down bad for her, it's like she has done this many times before. the thought of it kills you on the inside a little but you didn't jump to conclusion on the spot, knowing it's not right to do so. (and to be honest, hanni's been in a relationship only once and that was back in elementary school. so that's invalid, meaning she just really loved teasing you and see you turn into a red tomato)

"o-of course! chaewon-unnie and minju-unnie likes you a lot too..."

a red tomato you turned into indeed. to ease down that burning blush, you attempted to cool down by running your hand down your nape. but every time you feel like you calmed down, she pulls another move on you to make you turn into a darker shade of red.

"aww, that's a shame, cause you are my favourite barista."

"I'll get your drink done in a few minutes!"

all you could do was look away and shut your eyes close, distracting yourself with work so you don't hyperventilate and walk over the counter to hug hanni. the urge was so strong, but so was your self control. (at times like this, why is your self control so good? it should be like this when you shop)

"cute..."

while you were trying your best to avoid eye contact due to your very evident crimson ears, hanni just stared harder from the side. she found the way that you were just so shy but tried hard to not be, extremely endearing.

and one of the reasons is because she likes you so much that everything about you was adorable to her. you being slightly shorter, the dimples that appear when you laugh, your habit of scrunching your nose occasionally. this girl was head over heels for you but you were so dense, you could never tell. (and her too, that you literally just blush so hard because you like her, a lot. she thought you were just a really shy person)

"here's your vanilla latte, have a great day!"

you were trying very hard to brush away those compliments from your mind and tell yourself that she was just being friendly. although hanni was really just blatantly flirting with you, quoted from chaewon. for real, it made her so frustrated that you two really were just two dumb puppies who couldn't realize each other's feelings for one another.

"thanks unnie! and no worries, it's already extremely great when I get to see my favourite barista."

as you handed her the cup, the slight brush of her hand over yours drove your brain into overdrive and you just stopped functioning. it didn't help that she even winked at you as she said that before stepping out of the cafe to head back to the florist shop.

all you could do was stand there like an idiot you are, again quoted from chaewon. you could always trust her to roast you like no tomorrow but she only does that because she cares for you like you're her little baby sister. (she actually shed a tear when you told her that you have feelings for hanni)

speaking of the devil, the front door opens revealing her as she steps in with knitted brows due to you having your mouth open with widened eyes.

"what are you doing?"

just as you heard her speak, that was only when you snapped out of your daze.

"hanni just called me her favourite barista..."

"well, congratulations on finally realizing."

the unsurprised and dry tone made you glare at her, a huge contrast of whatever happened earlier. if hanni made you feel butterflies and brightened up the store like the sun, chaewon's reply brought the rain with her. very inclined with the cafe's name.

"you knew?"

"oh my god, you're one clueless idiot."

you clearly saw how she rolled her eyes, as if being very done with whatever she's going through. (of course she is, she literally has to witness every time hanni drops by and see you two all giggly like high school girls)

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"exactly what it's suppose to mean."

all she really wishes is for you and hanni to get together as soon as possible cause this whole situation is just so suffocating for her. her and minju didn't even last a week of flirting cause chaewon quite literally asked her to be her girlfriend when they were on their third date. by giving her a kiss by the way. (if you were on a bicycle, she was on a bulldozer)

"I hate you."

although you muttered under your breath, if it comes to things said about her (and her girlfriend), she develops an amazing sense of hearing. and you really just wish that you kept your mouth shut during these kind of times.

"I heard that, and I'll be cutting out three days of salary from your total."

"I love you so much, ms. chaewon. you're the best boss. I'll head to the storeroom to check on the stocks."

flashing your capitalist smile, you headed to the back knowing she'll let you off the hook. chaewon might make it seem like she's annoyed and very done with you, but it makes you feel very warm. being the only child in the family, you've always wished to have a brother or sister who you could rely on. you've always had a hard time expressing your feelings and thoughts, and without even needing to say anything, she's always there for you to lean onto. just like a sister.

you smile to yourself, thinking about how you've come to enjoy your days recently. chaewon, minju, and hanni. you couldn't ask for more from god cause he blessed you with the existence of these three people in your life. a sister, a good friend, and? a crush?

leaning back against the wall, you wondered. crush doesn't really sound that nice. perhaps you should make it girlfriend. yeah, that rolls off your tongue so much better. maybe you should finally confess, after 3 months of meeting hanni. you do have to admit that after she appeared in your life, days have been nothing but cherry blossoms and spring breezes for you. you constantly remind yourself that you were the person who hated spring with their guts.

you changed the moment you met her that day where those baby breaths and lemon candies brought you two together, and that's when you knew.

her existence made you love spring, as she was your spring.

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[shiny-jr]

Ooooh! Shiny have you seen Transformers One yet? I got the chance late Monday night, and had the entire theater to myself and my brother. Nerd out. Wonderful animation, story and gasping. I wasn't into Transformers but I am now

I'm about to say it... I didn't enjoy Transformers One as much as I hoped I would. I've seen better. HOLD ON, put down the tomatoes, I know how it sounds, let me explain. Shiny rants time.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was distracted because I managed to sneak in a whole steak with two sides and a bag of bread to watch the movie, I'll say that. I will also say that animation is stunning, as is the world building which is simply fascinating because not many fans (especially those who've only seen the movies) know or have seen much of Cybertron. The look was gorgeous.

There's two major reasons I could name that might've ruined the experience for me, sort of three maybe. Firstly, as a Transformers fan, I already knew what becomes of Megatron and Optimus, which made the build up sort of meh when I knew what would happen in the end. However, I can see how it would be shocking for the few who don't know that Megatron and Optimus are mortal enemies.

Two, a lot of the side characters did not get the action or dialogue they deserved. I am a huge Bumblebee fan, but he was just kind of annoying in the movie and not in an endearing way, so it made it really hard to like him. Elita had her moments which made me appreciate her too, but it just wasn't good enough, you know? Finally, how dare they reduce Shockwave and Soundwave to a joke? I'll forgive it, because maybe it's pre-trauma and pre-certain-events, but those two can be pretty terrifying, especially Shockwave. He's a cold hard killer, that one. Overall, a lot of the spoken humor really fell flat for me. The funniest parts were the silent moments, such as when a character ran away (B on the train and Orion in the archive).

Something I can appreciate, however, is the topics that can potentially draw comparisons to our reality. The conversation of government control and the dangers of anarchism, classism and potentially racism(?) as in those with cogs and those without cogs. At least, these are the topics I drew from it. But hey, what do I know?

Overall, Transformers One is a good movie, but not a great one. It was real, it was fun, but not real fun.

I will throw in my two cents here, I believe The Wild Robot is THE bot movie of the year, not Transformers One. I have been obsessed with it since watching it. It far exceeded my expectations, and I've been thinking of it everyday.

I won't yap for much longer, especially since I'm getting off topic. Just a bit longer.

If The Wild Robot doesn't win animated movie of the year, I think I will genuinely be upset because it is just so so close to perfection. I don't believe y'all understand how harshly I judge movies. The only other movie that comes to mind on this level of perfection as this one or greater, is Puss In Boots: The Last Wish.

I am so so so glad I decided to see The Wild Robot in theaters. Let me tell you, I do not cry. I pride myself in being calm and composed, but this movie, god, it had me tearing up multiples times and feeling chills. If y'all haven't watched it, I HIGHLY recommend it. I compelled a mutual to watch it and they ugly cried :))

[elvisabutler]

watch the smoke pour out the doors

summary: elvis presley, the real elvis presley, not whatever they like claiming is the man should be dead. at the very least he should be looking about two decades older than the man in front of you. and yet. elvis presley wishes the las vegas hilton- formerly the international- was a pile of rubble or ash. he enlists your help after a chance meeting. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x female reader word count: 8012 warnings: major character death! choking. stalking behavior. the colonel being the worst. being trapped in one place. general depression. elvis is an asshole in this. fade to back sex ( p in v ). kind of yandere elvis? blood. vampire bites and general vampire shenanigans. mention of burn scars. fire in relation to buildings. excessive use of nicknames like lil bunny and spitfire. author’s note: heed that first warning y'all. this does not have a happy ending. i've had this brewing since september/october of last year and it's partially based on @venus-haze's vampire elvis headcanons seen here. so what really stuck with me in her comment about the fact that she took "I’ve been playing this mausoleum for 1,000 years" and ran with it. i took bits and bobs from her headcanons and ta da. also the fire i reference happening in 1981 did actually happen. i hope y'all like this even if this ending is a doozy. y'all know the drill real elvis or austin elvis can be imagined- if the moodboard didn't clue you in. also for musical vibes i have literally only ever really truly listened to meant to be yours from the heathers musical. also i did not add a tag list because this is- this is a fic and i was not about to make any of y'all tumble into it without wanting to.

Las Vegas is hot and is so sun filled that you hate it. You've always hated it but that might not have been the city's fault. Once upon a time you thought it would be your salvation but isn't that always the joke with everyone when it comes to the city. The salvation away from LA, because if you fail there Las Vegas will welcome you with open arms and remind you that what happens there stays there. It keeps you from going back to Memphis with your tail between your legs and being forced to tell your parents that you failed at your big dream. The dream that they supported you on but always figured you'd fail at. Your job pays the bills and you keep your clothes on, which considering the amount of bills you have, well that was a feat for you to achieve.

Working the front desk at the Las Vegas Hilton was challenging, mostly due to the customers with their requests that occasionally bordered on silly and nonsensical but you could handle it. It was nothing too horrible and there was certain pleasure in learning that you managed to pull off keeping some of the higher class- the celebrity clients happy. Of course, nights like this- busy nights with half your staff gone because of any number of problems- made you want to set fire to the building so that you didn't have to deal with this job. Your boss has you running around in what you swear is every direction until she physically stops you with her hands, gripping your shoulders and forcing you to stay put for just a minute.

"Elvis wants a delivery to his room." She says, her face twisting into one of sheer displeasure.

You raise your eyebrow and shake your head. "You mean the Elvis impersonator up in the penthouse. Why does everyone insist on calling him Elvis? We all know it's not him him- like-" The look she gives you is one you've realized means you need to shut up right in that exact moment because if you didn't you were liable to get yourself in a whole lot of trouble so you swallow the rest of your sentence and roll your eyes. "Got it, me and penthouse and his delivery of whatever to his room. Got it."

Your boss mouths a quick thank you before pointing to the kitchen area. It doesn't take you very long to reach there despite your heels and aching feet but it does take the kitchen staff a minute to realize you're standing there all gussied up ready to take whatever it is Mr. Presley wants. What he wants is apparently a feast befitting of a king- heh- and more packs of cigars than you thought one human being capable of smoking in any reasonable time frame but you remember those pictures of him back in the day. The pictures you'd see in your parents' house, in your grandparents' house of him smoking something. Maybe it was just someone who was honestly committed to the bit even if it meant wrecking their lungs and their voice. Once you actually manage to get everything, it's a surprisingly quick walk to the elevator and to the penthouse. For once your heels don't wobble as they have an annoying tendency to do so when you get this much stuff needing to be carried and you easily make it to the door of the penthouse and knock only to realize that your series of knocks have made the door open all on its own.

The room itself is dark, the curtains drawn so not even the light of the strip finds its way into it. It feels not like a tomb, you reason, with the temperature reaching levels that feel almost as if you've entered one. The cold wraps around you and has you shivering in your light blouse and work pants as you look for a free space, a table really to set down the items he requested. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the lack of light but you manage to avoid hitting anything and set the tray onto what you're mostly positive is a table- be it an end table or an actual dining table. You straighten up after you set it down and something feels off to you, feels as if you're being watched. That can't be though, yes Elvis- or whoever it's supposed to be up here had requested the items but that didn't mean they were stalking you from the dark.

Except the feeling doesn't go away and you know so very well that you ought to move, that you should get out of the room and back downstairs where it's busy and you don't feel the faint sensation of worrying that you'll be murdered. You don't though, it's as if your feet are firmly planted in that spot, like you want to see just why you're feeling this particular way. After what feels like an eternity you feel the air around you shift, a small gust of warmth pass by your back and that is the cue for your body to finally turn around. What you see when you turn around shocks you to your very core and makes you think you've got to be hallucinating.

It's like you've seen a ghost when you realize who you're staring at in the darkness of the room. There's always been whispers that Elvis is actually still alive, that he's alive and the person who's been recording the music and performing shows was still him. After all, despite so much information about his relationship with his manager coming out there was no lawsuit coming from the family and that had to mean he was alive. Looking at the man in front of you, looking at the parts you can see of his face that aren't obscured by a half mask over his face- you think they might be right just not in the way everyone assumed. After all, if you take off the mask, the man in front of you looks like he hasn't aged a day since about 1972 or maybe 1974.

Your parents had pictures of him plastered among the walls of your childhood home so you're familiar with the shape of his jaw, his nose and those eyes- those stunning blue eyes. You're familiar with all the facial features that make up one Elvis Presley and seeing them up close and personal as opposed to on stage? There's no mistaking who's in front of you. It's Elvis fucking Presley in the flesh, looking nowhere near the almost 60 he should be. His eyes though- the eyes you're looking at are just as stunning as the blue ones you've always heard about but you can see a hint of what looks like red in the pupil. It confuses you enough to have you moving closer to him to investigate. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

"That's new. Most of ya jus' hide and run away like scared cats." He huffs, allowing you to step closer and peer at his eyes.

"Do I seem like most people, Elvis?" You ask, you accent thickening as your hand against your will finds its way to his mask-covered cheek in an effort to pull him closer, only to have him practically snarl at you and grab your wrist.

"Do that and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth." His warning is accompanied by his eyes narrowing and his canines finding themselves on full display, showing you just how dangerous he could be. Yet, you find yourself raising your own eyebrows.

"Ya mean like you've done with a lot of my former coworkers?" It's suddenly making sense, how a lot of the times girls who went up here wouldn't come back and would suddenly have family emergencies. "Ya said it yourself, most of us jus' hide and run away. Do I look scared?"

The laugh that leaves his mouth sounds downright evil and sinister, like he truly is a devil waiting to ruin anyone who comes near him and you can't help the rush of arousal and fear that shudders through your system. His grip tightens on your wrist. "Oh, darlin'. Ya don't look it but that heart o' yours. Oh, she's betrayin' ya like nothin' else. Tellin' me you want to bolt like a lil scared bunny."

You hate how you swear you can feel your heart jump at those words, proving him right in the worst sort of way. You want to argue with him, want to tell him that his hearing must be going off and he's hearing someone else's heartbeat but you know better- you know from the glint you see in his eyes that there isn't a chance for that lie to fly. Instead you purse your lips and move to pull your wrist out of his grasp. "I haven't yet. And ya haven't tried to kill me yet."

His grip loosens but he takes the opportunity to pull you closer just enough so when he leans forward his lips are brushing your ear as his whisper is practically a short brush of air against it. "Yet." Finally, he lets go of your wrist and steps away from you, his eyes darting to the tray you brought. "All in one piece. You are better than the rest of 'em."

If anyone else were to say that, if you had heard it from an Elvis that looked the age he was supposed to be and didn't look like Dracula you might have preened, enjoying the compliment for what it was. Hearing it from him? Hearing it from a man who you feel will murder you the second you turn your back? All that accomplishes is making you shiver in fear. When you look at his face you see a grin that tells you that's exactly what he wanted to see.

You realize in that moment that you need to leave, you don't know if Elvis is planning on trying to hurt you or if he's just toying with you. Either way it's- it sets you on edge enough that your feet that had seemingly forgotten how to move manage to remember how as you turn away from Elvis, not bothering to give him a response beyond what your body had already inadvertently done.

"There we go, there's that runnin' I'm used to." Elvis chuckles, allowing you to move further away from him slowly inching to the door. "Even if ya practically movin' slow as molasses. Scared but bein' smart 'bout it, ain't cha?"

An answer dances on the tip of your tongue, a joke or a quip about how you'd be a fool to turn your back on a predator or to bolt from a predator. Either way you'd be seen as his prey and arguably easy prey at that. The answer dies on your lips as you feel a rush of air by you and see Elvis opening and holding the door to his room open for you. His grin looks full of promise and is all teeth in a way that sets you on edge.

"Go on, darlin', I'll let ya go. Ain't like I can't find ya 'round here." His eyes rake over your form and you'd think you'd be disgusted as you normally are when someone looks at you like that. Instead you have to suppress the shiver of something that passes through you. "'Specially if ya do that."

You don't dignify his words with a response as you exit hearing some whisper of the word fun and a dark laugh. If the speed of your steps increase once the door shuts. Well, that was your own business between you and whatever God saw fit to abandon you just a bit ago.

As it turns out Elvis is a very persistent man- a fact not tempered and instead heightened by the years he's lived. True to his word, he did know exactly where to find you though actually meeting up with you seemed to be beyond his reach. No, instead you found yourself being bombarded with gifts. Gifts you'd think Elvis couldn't provide and yet there they were. You wondered just how he was getting these things to you but the thought didn't fill you with any sort of delight so you chose not to dwell. It all comes to a head when before your shift one night there was a new outfit on your doorstep. A simple red blouse with a black pinstripe skirt. That in and of itself wouldn't be a problem and yet the true issue was the note.

Took a guess on your size, lil Bunny. You can tell me if I'm right tonight after my show.

It is your size and you have idea how he could tell that let alone how he knew these were your favorite colors and that you favored pinstripes for your dresswear. If you dwell on it for too long some sense of fear and flattered feelings settle deep within your stomach.

The only reason you wear the outfit is because every other work appropriate outfit you have is currently in the wash. A fact that is true purely due to your own laziness and is something you want to curse yourself for. You consider actually going to the show, entirely aware that you could but you're loath to give him the satisfaction. Instead you wait until around the time the show ends to make your way to his room utilizing your ability to have extra keys of rooms to make your way inside. He's not there yet so you sit in a chair and wait in the dark. Dramatic, yes, but you figure it seemed fitting given the circumstances. Perhaps he might even respect the flourish of it, the flourish of you waiting for his own dramatic person in the dark as if he couldn't rip your throat out in an instant.

You almost doze off waiting for him but when he finally arrives he opens his door with a sigh, completely ignoring you before he walks slowly over to you, silent as a church mouse. He opens his mouth to say something as his teeth glitter in the light of the strip coming from the window but you cut him off.

"Is this all supposed to charm me?" A simple question but one that has him chuckling lowly as you try and get up only to be stopped by his hand on your shoulder.

"It working?" His eyes zero in on your skirt before he shrugs. "Fits you like a damn glove. Knew I guessed right."

"You guessed-" You try and take his hand off your shoulder before realizing it only makes him push down just that little bit harder. "I didn't ask for clothes or jewelry or- for you to even still be trying to talk to me. What do you even want from me? My blood?"

"If I wanted to suck ya dry of all your blood, I'd've done it already darlin'. Nah, that'd be a damn waste of a spitfire like ya." Elvis murmurs as his eyes trace your form. "Think we'll have more fun with you alive and me alive as I'll ever be. 'Less ya gonna tell me you've gotta death wish."

You scoff at him, your lips curling up into a sneer. "I didn't even know ya were honestly still alive, what makes ya think ya were a part of any death wish I might have?"

"The fact that your heart insists on goin' a mile a minute 'round me. Or when you shivered like ya did. Might not have realized I was 'round but now that ya do-" His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Think ya'd enjoy dyin' with me drainin' the life from ya."

You shouldn't think the idea is enjoyable but you can't help the way your legs reflexively clench together. "Mr. Pres-"

"Elvis. Lil bunny, lil spitfire of a woman. You were waitin' f'me in the dark. Could've rushed in 'n torn out that pretty lil throat of yours 'fore I realized it was you. And wouldn't that've been a cryin' shame. Waste of a woman like ya."

It's flattering the way he calls you a spitfire and the way he leans close to you whispering it to you like a long lost lover. You reason your reaction stems from not being intimate with anyone for a while but truly perhaps it just is Elvis's natural charm. A shake of your head is all you manage to do before clearing your throat to speak. "Elvis. That- That was the point not- Ya needed to be caught off guard. Startled. And-"

The laugh he lets out is low and mocking. "Oh darlin' you wanted to surprise a vampire. You- God, you're somethin' else. Maybe- Stay here tonight. Don't got plans, know that."

The unfortunate truth of the matter that he's correct. You don't have plans but spending the night and staying there with him has you shaking your head once again. That is the exact opposite of anything you want to do. "No. Find- They'll send up another girl if ya ask them to or have- I don't know, I'm not staying here tonight."

His hand that's been on your shoulder moves to your neck and traces the lines of it gently as he leans forward and lets a nail act almost as if he's going to prepare it to be pierced by his teeth. "Not even if I have somethin' to tell ya. Somethin' interestin'?"

Your face perks up for a moment at the thought of just what he might want to tell you before you frown. "Not even- I want to go home Mr-"

"Elvis. Not. Mr. Presley. Not to ya." The words are growls in your ear and involuntarily your mouth opens up and lets out a soft whimper and whine. At the noise his hand moves to stroke your clavicle. "Just for tonight. Won't- Don't plan on doing what your body seems to want me t'do. Just wanna talk."

You use the fact that his hand isn't directly pushing you down to slip out of the chair. His eyes widen in shock before he moves to pull you into his arms. He doesn't bother to move fast, more preoccupied with seeing your reaction. You take a step or two back and he drops his arms to his side before motioning to the door. "'Nother night then, Y/N. 'Nother night." A beat. "I won't stop."

Whatever you want to say just comes out as a hiss of anger almost like you're a cat before you slink out the door. Once you're in the elevator you sink to the floor and try to steady your breathing, you try to tamp down on your arousal and try and ignore the part of your brain craving to find out just what he wanted to talk to you about.

That craving doesn't leave you and if you didn't know any better you'd think it was supernatural the way it worms its way into your mind and settles in popping up at the worst possible times. It only takes a week before you find yourself waiting for him in the dark again, wearing a pinstripe pair of pants and the red blouse he had given you. You don't mean to fall asleep waiting for him this time but you do, only to wake up when you feel the presence of something staring at you. By this point his show had been over for an hour and he's in a robe that looks- soft. "Rise n' shine, lil bunny."

You scramble a bit, shocked and mortified that you fell asleep before you look at Elvis who is just sitting casually as can be in a chair next to yours. Your eyes drift over him before you bite your lip. "I'm only here to- I want to know what ya were going to tell me last week. And I want ya to stop- I want to not have a bunch of gifts every day."

His shoulders move in a shrugging motion before he shakes his head. "I got no problem tellin' ya about it, but 'less you're gonna help, ya still gonna get the gifts."

"Why do ya- I don't want- That's not how you charm someone into helping ya." You cycle through words faster than you mean to, more confused than anything else at what he's saying. "What do ya even need my help for?"

It's a valid question, you figure, after all he's a vampire and you are still very much a human but he hums, waving off the question before moving his chair to face you and to essentially pin you into being stuck in your own chair. "It's how I figure you'll be charmed." He pauses. "Lil outta practice wit' th'other one. As for what I need ya help for-" He trails off and pulls off the mask obscuring part of his face to reveal a burn scar that is noticeable enough to have you gasping. "Need ya to help me avoid doin' this again. Don't feel like burnin' up like that on the other side. Let alone anywhere else."

Several moments pass before you finally find the words to articulate your question that aren't just straight confused noises. "Are ya asking me to help ya set fire to something?" He cannot be asking you to do that. You have to be dead and this is just a very vivid post death hallucination.

For his part Elvis nods slowly, looking you dead in the eye with the most laconic face as he answers you. "I'm askin' ya t'help me set fire to this place."

"The hotel?" Your tone shifts up about 2 octaves and you swear your voice just whistles instead of actually speak. "Where I work? Where you perform?"

That same laconic look doesn't leave Elvis's face. "The one I tried to set fire to in '81 only to burn half my face? That very one, lil bunny."

You can't help but laugh though it's not something normal and sensible that comes out of your mouth. No, it's a high pitched mildly terrified giggle that leaves your mouth. He's- He is asking you to commit arson with him. To help him set fire to a place he's performed at since the 1970s. That you work at. He cannot be serious. "You're- You're joking. I- I have Elvis Presley who is apparently a vampire stalking me so that I can help him set fire to a hotel because you fucked up the first time?"

The giggle is still there before his hand darts out and wraps around your throat, tightening just slightly. "Keep laughin' lil one. Keep laughin' and I'll rip that throat clean out. Won't even be recognizable."

His hand steals your breath away from you as you try to take a breath only to have him tighten it more. He- He won't kill you, you don't think, this is just to scare you, to make you want to do what he's asking for but your vision is starting to blur just a bit and you can't help the way your eyes are starting to roll back in your head before suddenly you can breathe. You cough a little violently as air rushes back into your lungs before you glare at him, pushing the chair back in order to stand up. "You keep threatening to kill me, ya sure ya want my help? I don't- I'm leaving. This is a joke. You're a joke just like ya were-"

In a rush Elvis has you pulled tightly to his chest, his arms snaking around you and tightening like a python. "Stopped being a joke the second this happened to me don't- Heard enough of that from all those goddamn tabloids and from the reports of my death."

You're going to die, this is how you're going to die. Not by starvation or homelessness or by some madman murdering you on the streets. No, you're going to die because a man who was a has been before he became a vampire and is even more of one now despite three more albums under his belt and another Grammy for that eighties gospel album. Still you have to fight him, he's not- if he wants your help he won't kill you. You're- he's obsessed with you, isn't he? Wants your help that bad?

"Elvis, I think you're just a lonely scared little boy in a man's- excuse me- vampire's body." You snarl, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, as if you have any chance of winning against a vampire with superhuman strength. As if you'd have any chance winning against him even if he was human. Elvis Presley never had been a small man and you had never been the strongest of women.

"And if I am? Ya gonna be my salvation? Gonna save me from this hell on Earth? This eternal damnation forced on me by a Dutch lyin' bastard?" He leans closer to you, his breath ghosting over your face, over your lips as he takes breaths he doesn't need to and as he watches your eyes have a fire in them that warms him from the inside out. "Gonna make me feel better about it, darlin'? Ya really think ya good enough t'do that? That I like ya 'nough for that t'work?"

"Ya haven't killed me yet." You spit at him, just narrowly avoiding actually spitting on him. "I'm still alive and ya seem pretty damn obsessed with getting me of all the people in this town to help ya. So, yes, I think ya like me just enough."

At your words Elvis's grip on you loosens and he steps back like you burned him for a moment before he practically hisses at you. "'m only obsessed 'cause ya seem like the only person who could do it." A beat and something flashes in his blue and red tinged eyes. "And ya- yer from home." Memphis is what he means but he doesn't think to clarify. He takes a step forward and grabs at your chin even as you let out a snarl of your own. "Ya hate this place as much as I do. And think ya'd like seein' it burn down 'round ya. Don't lie. Can tell if ya do."

A quick dart of your eyes to the side is all the answer you can give for a moment as you try to compose yourself. "Doesn't mean I wanna help ya. Doesn't mean I'm gonna help ya."

For the briefest of moments, Elvis looks human and looks like a little boy when he looks at you. He's- You recognize the look, it's almost practically begging. "Please. This place- it ain't good for anyone. Me, especially but can't tell me it's done a bit of good for anyone other than who owns it."

He's right, as much as you loathe to admit it and it shows in how you purse your lips. "I'm not- I ain't agreeing to this, but tell me just what your hairbrained plan is."

As it turns out, Elvis's plan takes until the break of dawn to explain and two orders of room service delivered by one man who goes back downstairs and a woman who- well, served as Elvis's food until she fell limp in arms. There was something enrapturing about watching the act, watching how her mouth contorted into one of pleasure as she came in his arms before you could slowly see the life drain from her until his mouth came off her neck with a pop and a squelch. When he looks at you his lips are covered in her blood and he can't help but give you a toothy grin. "Sounds like you're jealous of her and me. Can't risk killing ya but maybe- maybe soon lil one."

That morning you call in and dream of his lips against your neck and of the pleasure he'd give you because- he doesn't want to kill you. You'd just get all the joys of being fed from but none of the tragedy. If you avoid him that night, you blame it on your shift. He doesn't call you out on the lie.

Planning arson between two people, one of whom has a larger bank account but can't leave his residence and the other who has a smaller bank account but can roam as she pleases is harder than one would think. Yet you both persevere, meeting up every other night to gather the items needed. What's been tripping you up for ages has been the floor plans and it shows in how you've been getting snappier with Elvis each passing meeting. He gives back in spades, somehow being worse than he was your first and second meetings but tonight- tonight he seems a little melancholy and a melancholy Elvis is a very human Elvis and one you find- one you could see a future with perhaps. A twisted one but one that flutters into your brain on nights you can't sleep or nights you can sleep despite dreams of the two of you mouths red and snarling as you feed.

"At this point ya might as well kill me." Your accent has been returning with a vengeance the more time you spend with Elvis any acting classes you had to train it out of you falling by the wayside. "We ain't gonna find a proper floor plan and without that we can't-"

"Y/N." His tone is laced with a warning- don't test him, not tonight. "I got time- wanna get this done but 'nother week ain't gonna hurt."

"Says the man who hasn't fed from me and is gonna live forever." Your eyes are blazing when you look at him before you continue. "I wanna get this over with. Wanna have- Wanna see if you'll do somethin' if we get it done."

Elvis's eyes narrow looking at you for a moment before he rubs his hand over his mouth. "Oh. That's- Lil Bunny. That's the problem? Ya want me t'do somethin' to ya? Have my wicked way with ya?"

You can feel your heartbeat rushing in your ears before you can even articulate an answer. "That's not- Ya keep looking at me. Like- like I'm someone ya might wanna- No, I don't."

"Ya do." He moves to lean over your chair, putting your face at eye level with his chest. "Ya wanna know what it's like to be in my bed. Wanna know what it's like to please me."

You do, lord above you do. You're essentially committing a crime for him and for what? For the pleasure of knowing you've set fire to a horrible hotel? That you've freed him from this place? For nothing that gives you any satisfaction. "Is that so wrong? Ya won't kill me when there's a line of bodies I can probably trace back to your first year as a vampire. Ya won't feed from me because then where's your help for this silly scheme. Ya won't fuck me because-"

"Listen darlin, honey, satnin. I- I get a lil lonely up here. I know what ya gonna say- jus' leave but you've seen how it is." Seen how he can't leave the room for fear someone's going to actually realize that he's Elvis Presley and not some impersonator. Seen how people already mock the fact that he's still around- after all hadn't you? Seen how he looks out at the view of Vegas, almost wistful when he thinks you're not looking. "I haven't killed ya but- you're- ya remind me of how I was. Always been- the way I am but not not like this. Don't feel like ruinin' it is all."

His hand reaches out to touch your face and it's so gentle that you can't help but nuzzle into it and take a quick inhale of breath. "Elvis."

He hums, noting how your eyes shut and for the briefest of moments he remembers what it was like to have someone whisper his name like that. Like a prayer you're scared will float away and fail if you say it too loud. He's missed that, he's missed so much of what it was like to be human, to be able to live freely even if back in the day his freedom still had him confined. You just look so sweet nuzzling his palm, acting as if you're the love of his life, acting as if you belong there. Maybe that's why he had been cursed otherwise he doubts he would have made it to this decade or at least made it to this decade in a state you might have wanted him in. "Y/N?"

"Why are you being like this?" You whisper, still nuzzling at his palm. "You- From the stories I've heard you're- you've never been a completely good man. I haven't seen you be a good man."

Another hand, his free hand moves to cup the opposite side of your face and forces you to look up at him. His eyes always such a stormy blue with that ring of red since you came across him have taken on a lighter hue and it takes your breath away as you feel his thumbs stroke your cheek. "Haven't had a reason t'be one. Look where it got me, satnin. Haven't pushed ya away yet, maybe you're- maybe you're the thing to settle this violent angry head of mine. So pretty- so gentle when ya wanna be. Let me take care of ya, hm?"

His hand moves away from you and you chance it almost in a trance before you look at him and bite your lip. "Take care of me?" The subtext is clear as your heart starts to race and your legs clench together.

What was the harm in treating you tonight? Maybe it would give you the right incentive to find the floor plans, to look harder than you had been. Maybe that was the real trouble you were having. You were too distracted by your desire and want for him. His hand moves down to your chest, undoing the buttons of your blouse slowly. "Take care of ya. Jus' for tonight."

That night you find yourself gasping for air, screaming his name, arching your back and snarling all at once. You find that when you leave you play with the bite mark on your breast and shudder remembering his words said against your ear more than once. "Might make ya mine if ya do well enough."

It still takes another two weeks to get the floor plans, the proper up to date ones. Two weeks of finding yourself in Elvis's bed with him teasing you and making promises about his plans for you and him. But, as it turns out someone had been wanting to get a room at the hotel and well, you did work the front desk so you could handle getting them some accommodations for a fee of course. Elvis wastes no time in opening up the plans when you arrive that night with them in your hand, holding a bottle of champagne for you and the number of someone you had met on the bus for Elvis to enjoy his own drink. After she's on the floor and you're nursing your second flute of champagne you feel Elvis behind you wrapping his strong arms around your middle and pulling you close.

"Gonna turn ya when it's all ash. Won't be stuck here any longer, can do what I want again. Take ya all around the world." He whispers against the shell of your ear, nipping once he reaches your earlobe. "You're gonna look so fuckin' gourgous feedin'. Vicious as ya are. Ya did so good bringin' me dinner too. Wish I coulda shared her wit' ya. Soon, lil Bunny, soon."

There's an alarm in your head that goes off at those words, at the way he coos them while holding you. They feel off- fake somehow and you down that second glass the moment he lets go of you. Had- You knew very well he wasn't a nice man, you've known this from the second you first spoke but he- there's no way he has any intention of changing you. He might be obsessed with you but that's because you've been the only person who can handle herself well enough to do this, hadn't it? You were going to get him to the finish line of burning down the hotel only to what burn with it yourself? Take the fall for a dead man? You file away the thoughts in your head for a later moment, if you thought about them now Elvis would know.

You smile at him almost saccharine. "Ya mean it? I'll be your vicious lil vampire queen?"

He grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss not caring that he still has a trace of blood on his lips. "The second it's up in smoke. Promise."

Liar.

Las Vegas in August is disgusting, better than some places in the United States, but it's still hotter than Hades and feels nearly as suffocating despite the lack of humidity. A fact you keep pointing out to Elvis as you both hold small cans of gas.

"Should've killed ya like the res' of 'em. No one would've missed ya. Jus' another lil' girl in Vegas runnin' 'round thinkin' she could make it big." You see a flash of his teeth and you figure it's supposed to scare you but at this point you like to think you know better.

"If ya killed me who would be helpin' ya right now?" The way you speak is practically a sneer but you can't help it, not with how he just somewhat threatened to kill you. "Hurry up, people are going to start coming back and I don't-"

"It's 11PM and they're in Vegas the hell are they-" He starts before he starts to trot off to the area he's most familiar with- the stages. "Meet me by the damn elevator."

An eye roll is the only response he gets as he leaves you to your own thoughts as you pour the can of gasoline in a line between the already waiting containers of it. If all goes well the walls of fire you and Elvis hope to create will have the entire building up in smoke in no time at all. It makes it so you both have to be quick on each floor but you had taken precautions for this. You knew every way to get down the floors as quickly as you could and Elvis wouldn't leave you behind. After all, he kept talking about his lil' spitfire queen. Kept cooing the words at you in between planning and buying the gas and finding yourself spread across his sheets or above him.

And yet something felt different, you had that same feeling you did when he talked about how gorgeous you'd look feeding. It felt off. You try to shake the feeling away as you two reach the top of the building, his penthouse suite and cover it in extra gasoline. He wanted every bit of this room demolished, nothing salvageable but to do that you are currently feeling faintly high on the sheer amount of gasoline in the room and wondering just how no embers from the cigar he just lit have fallen yet. You almost miss the words he says when he looks over at you. "Ready to run?"

A shrug is your only answer before you try and take a deep breath. "Get in the elevator first, then toss it."

He obliges, letting you go first with a flourish that rather than delight you has your hackles raising. "Ladies first."

Elvis Presley used to be a gentleman. Elvis Presley is not a gentleman any more.

Right before the doors to the elevator close Elvis tosses his cigar between the door and as they shut you feel the rush of heat from the roaring blast it caused. This is the only floor you have to take the elevator for and it makes each consecutive floor easier. You both light a cigar and toss before running to the next floor, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat even as Elvis pulls you in for a harsh kiss his eyes blazing in the fire he had started with his cigar, looking practically manic with delight. The fire brings out the red in his eyes. It scares you.

"Calm down, Lil' Bunny. Almost there." He shouts practically sing songing the words as you rush down yet another flight of stairs to the second floor. "One more floor and you're mine. We'll be free. I'll be free."

There it is again, that nagging feeling that you're a means to an end for him. You brush it off one final time as you start to cough, the floors of smoke and blaring alarms of a sprinkler system that hasn't produced any water getting to you. "Jus' want this done, 'Vis."

Finally you reach the final floor, the bottom floor which is the most complicated. There's an extra exit, a fire exit in the stage area so you both agree that's the last room, that's the last place to be set ablaze and Elvis finds it almost poetic when he thinks about it. He stares at the doors for a moment before he enters with you, as if he thinks he has all the time in the world. He might, he might be able to run out of there fast enough but the smoke is starting to get to you and the heat from the blaze above and around you is making the area around you sweltering. "You said you'd turn me, Elvis. Once we get outside, right?" You have to shout before you cough over the roar of the blaze and how somehow it's starting blow toward you as you shut the door to leave you and him in the lone area not on fire yet.

The cigar in his mouth is lit and he contemplates knocking off the tip, letting it start to catch everything ablaze before he stops himself and nods. "Course, gonna do it the second you get some air in ya."

Your own cigar- the last cigar is lit and you're about to toss it before you stare at him, stare at him because that tone- that tone betrays his actual plan. "Why not now? I can- I can barely breathe in here, Elvis."

Those words have him tossing his cigar and have a whoosh of fire come up behind him as he walks towards you. "You'll be fine, lil spitfire. Y/N. You don't- Patience. Don't wanna rush forever."

Your mind goes blank as you drop the cigar you were holding and have to jump out of the way as a bit of fire starts to separate you and Elvis. He glances at the fire and growls, realizing he's very quickly going to be boxed in before he wooshes to a spot next to you. "Tryin' to kill me? 'Cause I won't-"

A crash can be heard of a bit of wood falling onto the stage and you jump before you cut him off. "Because you're not plannin' on it. Ya gonna- You're plannin' on killin' me, aren't ya?"

"Eatin' ya, actually. It's what ya wanted back when ya first saw me eat. Wanted to be fucked then sucked. I fucked ya now-" His words are cut off with a slap that he allows you to do because it gives him the ability to grab at your wrist. "Loose end, lil one. Either you go down for this or ya die. Gave ya the more pleasurable option."

"While telling me you were going to change me!" You snarl half running toward the door even as you inhale another bit of smoke causing you to cough more. "You- You've been usin' me this whole damn time! I- you said you'd make me your little queen."

He's faster and he has you pinned up against a wall as he feels the flames starting to inch toward you both and as you keep swallowing more and more smoke. "Ya called me a damn has been and a joke. Darlin' ya don't wanna spend eternity wit' me, ya jus' wanna run around spending an eternity doing whatever the hell ya want to do. Ain't gonna give ya something you think is a gift."

"You- I'm- I can't breathe." You choke out as you try and take deep breaths only to realize that the room is filling with grey smoke. He's fine because he doesn't need to breathe but you- you need air.

"Shame I didn't change ya before. Didn't give ya what ya wanted to use me for. Don't care 'bout me. Lil Memphis spitfire don't care 'bout the thing everyone loves 'bout the place. No wonder your mama and daddy don't want ya to come back." His tone is mocking as he keeps you pinned to the wall, despite inching himself closer to the door. He was going to escape and you were going to die by smoke inhalation if the fire didn't kill you first.

A breath of air enters your lungs suddenly as you find that Elvis lets you go, a bit of the fire catching onto his pant leg right as he reaches the door with you. You seize the opportunity and hit at the door with your body, trying to force it open as he steps on the offending burning fabric. even as another crash can be heard on the stage and you see more and more paint chips fluttering around both of you, or maybe that's ash you've never seen a fire this big. The door finally flings open and more fresh air for your lungs and to feed the fire. Elvis whooshes over to you and attempts to block your way out but for once you have the upper hand, managing to be on the outside of the building while Elvis is still just barely in there. He realizes his mistake, realizes what you just very well might do to him in an instant.

"Lil Bunny- I'll- Don't be rash. I'll do it. I'll do what I said I would." He coos even as the fire rushes around him, his hair becoming more messed up the more he stands there. His face getting more ashes on it the longer he stands there.

"Liar. Liar." You tilt your head and move to push him inside. "Pants on fire."

His eyes look down thinking you're telling him his pants are literally on fire and you take that as your opportunity to shut the door, locking it in a way only you know how. Within a moment he starts to push at the door.

"Y/N!" He shouts through the door. "I'll do it, just let me outta here! I'm- Ya don't want this on your conscious! I wasn't gonna kill ya! Baby- Darlin- Lil Bunny, let me out!"

"Not gonna believe a lyin' dead man, Presley!" You shout, knowing that you sound insane before you start to move away because he's right you don't want that on your conscious. You hear him shouting promises you doubt he'll keep and feel the fresh bite he had made on your chest burn as you walk away but you're able to fake being a victim among the crowd, the ashes covering your face and the way you keep coughing as the building burns and as you swear you hear a series of Southern curses in the wind.

The bite scars over and aches from time to time.

They don't find his body. You try and not let it keep you up at night.

[yelldeadcellvrremix]

I've been thinking about Clone High again since I can't escape that show.

There is no serious analysis or thesis statement. I just need to vent.

THIS SHOW COULD'VE BEEN SO FUCKING GOOD. THIS SHOW HAD SUCH A GOOD PREMISE, IT HAS AN AMAZING FIRST SEASON. AND IT'S ALL FUCKING WASTED.

This fandom is mostly made up of teenagers, so lemme just tell y'all this: When I was your age, I had to watch this show split into two parts on YouTube, at 360p resolution AT HIGHEST. I witnessed the fandom back when it was 10 people maximum, sitting around in a little makeshift DeviantArt group and maybe a forum if you were lucky, and half of them were every -phobic and -ist imaginable. And I couldn't even join them because I wasn't allowed to have social media until 14 years old, and even then, the state of social media back then was so dookie that I wouldn't have even known how to have used it.

You wanted to talk about the long wait of time you had to wait for season 2 to drop, and 3 afterwards? Y'all only had two years maximum.

IMAGINE BEING ME, WHO HAD TO WAIT A WHOLE TEN YEARS FOR ANYTHING TO COME OUT. ANYTHING.

AND WHEN SEASON 2 FINALLY DROPPED.... i mean it was aight, I guess. The sleepover episode and For Your Consideration are easily the best of the season. Nothing can ever beat Raisin' The Stakes, but at least it wasn't boring like the rest of the season.

AND THEN SEASON 3 DROPS AND IT WAS TOTAL

DOOKIE

I could've accepted the fact that Clone High wouldn't be as good as it used to. I may not have liked season 2, but I was willing to acknowledge that it had some alright stuff. But season 3? I watched in real time as the show I loved was eviscerated right in front of my eyes.

and then it took an entire year to confirm that the show was cancelled and i felt part of my soul die. I didn't even like the show anymore around this time, but there was a slight part of me that hoped for even a crumb of a chance that Clone High could've redeemed itself with a fourth season.

But you know the worst part?

The premise had no right being as good as it was, but it was all used for a show that basically forgot about it.

Clones of historical figures navigating their identities during their teenage years, an age range where everyone questions what their future will be and where they're just getting their first taste of independence. IS THAT NOT A PREMISE RIPE WITH SO MUCH POTENTIAL? Even if you don't wanna explore the existentialism of such a story, imagine all of the fun you can have by showing how historical figures would act in a modern setting, and the jokes and facts you can throw in along the way.

Meanwhile Clone High did just that for its first season (even though MTV actually told them to keep them minimal because they thought their audience was too stupid to understand history jokes)... and then completely forgot about its own premise moving onwards, save for the season premieres and finales.

Yeah I don't know how to end this post, I'm just really mad that this show had to end up this way. Anyways I'm gonna rip this show's premise off for a future project, k bye.

[nobodysdaydreams]

OH AM I GONNA HAVE SOME FUN WITH THIS IF I EVER HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE FANFIC

(Or my reaction to Episode 61 of Wolf359: Brave New World).

Well gang, we did it. We've reach the end. Sorry for how my reactions went from super spaced out to speed running the finale in a number of days, but I did warn you that I'm just sporadic like that. Though I have been semi-putting Brave New World off, because as much as I want to know how Wolf359 ends, I don't want it to end. I love these characters. I want good things for them. As much as I hate what they did, I wish that Hilbert and Maxwell had gotten the chance to get the redemption arc that Jacobi got. Hilbert had plenty of opportunities, but Maxwell was young and its not fair. I don't know how much more sadness they are gonna throw at me, but I'm guessing its a lot and I can't listen to it all in one sitting, so I'm just mentally preparing myself.

I also don't want this to end because I've loved giving you guys these reactions. Thank you all for reading my rambles and enjoying them. It means a lot to me, and I hope you were entertained. Thanks for coming on this journey with me, and please know that the second this is over, I am gonna figure out how to unblock the wolf359 tags (I did it so long ago I forgot how I did it, oopsie-daisy), and I am am gonna be reblogging and going crazy over all your posts and fanart and stuff so I hope you're ready for that.

Plus finishing the podcast also means it's time for me to deliver on those fics I promised y'all, which have been very carefully written (in my head). I will write them out eventually, but if there is anything my tmbs mutuals will tell you, my wolf359 mutuals, it's that my ideas tend to lead to other ideas, which means my fics do tend to be a little long, but (based on the reviews I've gotten) worth the read. So it might take a while to get them on AO3, but when I do, I hope you enjoy them!

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

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Episode 61: Brave New World

The fact that Brave New World was written in 1932 and Cutter and Pryce are old and the fact that the message of Brave New World is about humans losing their humanity...already we're setting the stage.

And based on Kepler's earlier declaration, why do I suspect that this is the part where Doug's daughter's life and Minkowski's husband's life are finally on the line. I know Cutter and Pryce won't hesitate to aim their guns at them (and probably the rest of the planet too).

That moment when you can't tell if Wolf359 starts with sad piano music, or if this is just an ad for another podcast.

Oh it's the intro. Hi Hera! Or Miranda...oh wait I genuinely can't tell if this is Miranda talking about herself or Hera talking about her.

Clouded eyes, weak heart, child genius, orphan, no friends...I see. Obsessed with making things stronger and better. Yeah, except for herself I bet. Oh. She made her friends. Because she could control them. "Never left her behind, never talked back, never were afraid of her...except when she wanted them to be." "The one thing she couldn't fix was herself" see I called it!

Until? Oh no. Marcus.

And Old Man? Almost as clever as her? "Hello little girl. I want you to make a doll for me. You're very best doll. It must look like a real person, and sound like a real person, and be a real person." "And if I can?" "Then you and I will fix the world. I will be young and you will be whole and the world will finally be everything it could be. Everything it should be."

Okay. Thoughts.

When I made my jokes about Pryce being Cutter's evil science girlfriend, I was not assuming a romantic relationship, I was trying to use that language to insult Pryce and Cutter by making them sound like the kids they hate so much in a frivolous, juvenile and toxic relationship. Then, I was told by a few of you that given this assumption, it’s important that I know that I shouldn't assume that Pryce met Cutter when she was young based on this story and it was meant to be "fairytale language", which does make sense given that Cutter being willing to call Miranda his "work wife" when he's known her since she was young enough to be his granddaughter is incredibly creepy.

I appreciate the clarification, but also, I really don't think it matters whether this is hyperbole or not. If it is, then okay. Pryce and Cutter's relationship is still weird. If it's not, then Cutter's a creep, what a surprise. Tell me something I don't know.

"And so they did. And everyone lived happily ever after. The end."

The fact that it's Cutter that interrupts Miranda's story to give that closing line and declare this the end adds to the creepiness. Miranda says what Marcus's promise to her was, but never says whether she agreed before Marcus jumps in with "and so they did". Also, if Miranda was dying, Cutter was her only chance at survival. It also sounds like she was a kid with a pretty messed up view of the world. Doesn't excuse anything she did, but see Cutter? THAT is how you give a good sad backstory, and she did it in five minutes. You spent a whole hour with Nash just so you could cry that the government took your precious telescope.

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"THAT'S the evil plan?" Care to fill us in Doug?

"That's THE plan, yes." Shut it Rachel. It's evil and you know it.

It's...so evil. And so...planned. Doug's words might be simple, Rachel, but sometimes simple is better. It gets to the point and cuts through the BS.

"It's real and it's happening" And ARE you happy about this Kepler? And why tell them?

Good question Kepler, why are you here? Please tell me you're going to take Rachel away.

"You're going to help" "of course I am" Are you Kepler? Oh please tell me he gets a redemption arc and betrays Cutter.

Does anyone want to fill ME in on the plan? No one? Okay. :(

"Where's the trust?" That's not for you, Rachel.

"I really don't like her" I don't either, Doug.

"What about Cutter's plan?" WHAT IS THE PLAN? WILL BOB AGREE TO IT? WHAT WILL WORK? WHAT WILL THEY DO?

We can't stop them, so let's see our families again. No, Minkowski, you can do this! I believe in you! You can't just go home, we have two hours left! That's plenty of time to stop them.

It's been a long...years.

I forget how long they've been up there. And that everyone on Earth believes they're dead.

And not do anything about WHAT? WHAT IS THE PLAN PLEASE FILL ME IN.

What was that sound?

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Oh Doug is in the comms room. Oh yikes. It's okay, Doug. We've all broken very expensive lab equipment before.

"Living in a cuckoo clock" you have no idea, Doug.

"I wouldn't do that." Is that Pryce or Hera? And yeah why is there gas?

"Good boy" oh good it's Hera. Hera calls him good boy, Pryce just calls him boy.

"Who are you?" OH THIS IS DOUG MEETING HERA FOR THE FIRST TIME. At first I thought that Doug...forgot her? Or something? I was confused.

Ultraviolet halo? Contraband cigarettes. 😂

"Just ask. I'm here to help." Aw that was sweet.

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Ew Rachel. I'm gonna start using "----" breaks to cut off sections.

"Actually he's in quite a lot of pain. Back to work." Always charming, Rachel.

"Thanks for saving our lives-" Kepler, that's a great question. What IS this? Where was the concern for brainwashed Jacobi or better still, WHERE WAS YOU CONCERN FOR MAXWELL? Or Jacobi dealing with her death?

"And do what? Get myself shot? Get you shot? No. I played the game." Was it worth it, Kepler?

"That's the lie you tell yourself. The truth? The truth is that you were afraid. And the only thing YOU did was try to save YOUR hide?"

Dang this dialogue is amazing.

"You're not wrong." "Which one?" "Both of you." This isn't YOUR conversation Rachel.

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Momentary weakness?

Oh my gosh, the good food too? Why does Cutter hit so many show Curtain parallels? He might torture, enslave, and kill people, but he's gonna get them a good meal first.

Good for you Doug, turning down the wine. I'm proud of him.

This is a sweet moment between Doug and Lovelace. I gotta say, since I'll be reacting to this section by section, it's nice that they have it broken up a little like this so I can reach a section and then get to a stopping point if I need to.

I'm just worried about who is going to die. These conversations feel like goodbyes.

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Minkowski. I know you miss your husband. But...yeah, ARE you ready to go back?

YEAH WE'RE DOING THIS! To borrow from Eris's words: "Let's beat the bad guys 🥳"

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Quiet Rachel.

LET'S GO MINKOWSKI. WHO CARES WHAT CUTTER AND PRYCE WANT?

Wait. Destroy a whole species?

Are they talking about humans?

...are they ecofascists? Eugenicists? Pryce is literally disabled, how the heck...

"Only stay if you have to." Well, it sounds like you all have to.

"Hera what did you say to her" "Something a friend once said to me" 🥰🥰🥰

"I'm starting to think these guys are my kind of stupid" GO JACOBI!

"Adorable corpses 🥰" Rachel you suck!

"Come with us. You're still people, you're still on our side, even if you don't think you are." Very true. What do you think Pryce and Cutter will do to YOU when they have what they want? They'll dispose of you too.

"You're allowed to make mistakes as long as at some point you admit that they're mistakes!" "I was wrong and people died. All I can do is not be wrong again" "You knew what you were getting into" "No I didn't. I didn't know I was getting into mind control and reducing people to nothing. There's a line. And you're almost out of chances to get on the right side of it." PREACH!

"There is no line. Forwards. Always forwards." FORWARDS TO WHAT RACHEL? WHY HAS NO ONE SHOT HER YET?

"Thank you, Daniel, and goodbye." Oh so that's how it is. Goodbye Kepler. I look forward to your last minute sacrifice.

Character arcs woven like a quilt.

"We're going to crush them" Yeah, let's do it!

A full reboot? Worth the risk? That kind of stuff always worries me.

Is this Maxwell's notes? It's hard to recognize the voice on the recording. "She really was something special" Oh it is Maxwell.

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Ah. Another flashback! Jacobi meeting Maxwell.

Looks like Kepler got an important text.

"Cool stuff with robots" good work Maxwell. The best scientists can always dumb it down.

"The Whiskey speech" 😂

"You're one of the best. You're gonna do great things. It's the last nice thing you'll ever hear from me. Except: you need anything I got you're back. No matter what happens, I've got your back. I'll take you up on that." 😭💔

Oh it's okay. Take my heart. I didn't need it.

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"Are they going to do the smart thing?" "Well who are we to deny them an agonizing death?" Shut it Cutter.

They put a tracker on Jacobi? See I knew Rachel was a snake. So is Kepler, but at least he's gonna take a bullet for someone or something. My money's on Jacobi, but I could be wrong.

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Yep. Eiffel logs everything.

"I never got the chance to say I'm sorry. YOUR DAD LOVES YOU, YOUR DAD LOVES YOU SO MUCH." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

"Don't let anyone tell you that you can't do something. You can go so far. I wish I could be there to see it. I love you Ann. Always and forever."

AKJLS;DJFKL;SJF;ALSKDJFA;KD

Time to go? Oh. The comms room? Oh, right. Poor Doug.

"One more day, and then we're done." This is so sad.

Wait...what is happening? OH SHE LIED. SHE'S TAKING EIFFEL HOME TO PROTECT HIM. SO HE CAN SEE HIS DAUGHTER? DON'T DO THIS TO DOUG! DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

"Go home Eiffel, hug your daughter" OH HE CALLED HER RENEE!

This leaves me with so much feeling.

Eiffel can't leave he's the main character. Who will make pop culture references? Who will save the day through the power of random associations, luck, and good intentions?😭😭😭

I hate that they the bad guys know exactly what happened too.

"I'm so sick of this happening!" Use too Doug.

Oh "For god's sake just let me change the flight plan!" So that's what the F stands for. The lore I've been waiting for.

"People need to know what's coming?" Minkowski...I get why you did what you did, but HERA DIDN'T GET TO SAY GOODBYE.

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Is this Minkowski's flashback?

Oh when Minkowski met Hera.

"I heard units prefer to go by their serial numbers..." "I don't" Good for you Hera!

I love this. I love these flashbacks, but they just make everything so much more sad!

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Ah. More piano music. Does this mean we're back to the bad guys, or...?

Is this Cutter playing the piano?

"The Tempest. Do read a book sometime. Is this the best use of our time?" Pryce and Cutter are really the most toxic people.

"A storm is coming. And on the other side..." "Oh Brave New World." "That has such people in it."

Yes, Pryce and Cutter. People. As in humans. As in: NOT YOU.

"How have they decided to throw their lives away?" "By destroying the device"

WHAT DEVICE? What are you talking about?

Heck yeah a harpoon! I hope Cutter gets it.

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"This is Minkowski. I love schedules and musicals and that man who I married." 😂 1-2-3-4-5? It was a good guess Doug. Would have worked in my fanfic.

Okay here comes Victor...

...um what is happening? What is this?

...a surprise party? Sounds fun! 🪩🥳

Oh right, the bio tracker. I'm happy to see Jacobi pulled one over on him. Now shoot him! Please tell me that was Victor that got shot.

They...they trapped him in the room. "Tell me this before I kick your ass" Why on Earth would he ever tell you anything Victor?

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Okay, so they are blowing up Pryce and Cutter's evil device, but...what is the device? What ARE they doing? Did I miss it? I'm sure they're doing something to enslave or kill all of humanity, but I'd like the specifics.

"The Hephaestus has almost fallen out of the sky so many times, it's hard to believe it's happening." Well...the show isn't over until it's over.

Is this a Lovelace flashback? A date? A date with who? Oh, Hilbert. Not that kind of date then. Oh, this is her introducing Hilbert to the crew he's going to betray.

"Prudent to keep things formal" to avoid the guilt.

Selburg. Once again with the constant fake names. Dmitri. Matthew.

Though I think Miranda has always had hers.

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Yeah Doug. You've listened to her say it so many times. This is like me trying to drive in my hometown. No, I wasn't paying attention in the car as a kid, I was not the one doing the driving. I just zoned out and we got from point A to point B by magic.

Oh, Minkowski. "Get up and do it already. You can do it."

Yes you can Doug. You are the main character. You are the guy that's gonna swoop in at the last second when Cutter pulls one over one them. So you CAN do it. I believe in you, Eiffel.

"Victor Uniform Lemma Charlie Alpha November VULCAN" I knew it must stand for something! Good work Doug!

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Oh dear. More of Pryce and Cutter's marriage falling apart.

"Time to change the world." Or you could not. Maybe you could just not.

WHY IS THE DEVICE RUNNING? WHAT DEVICE? WHY DOES HE NEED TWO MINUTES?

Please explain this? Oh of course he has a speech.

Oh he's talking to the dear listeners, not the Hephaestus crew.

Ah. The Decima virus. Thanks a lot Hilbert. DEPLOY THROUGHOUT THE EARTH? He wants to cause a pandemic????

Automatic, can't be stopped, destruction of human race? But why would the aliens care? Oh because Cutter wants them to talk to HIM? But the aliens prefer Doug.

As do most others it would seem. Hurts, doesn't it, Cutter? All those years of experience and work, and yet, you still just can't have what he has, can you?

Ah. It's Bob. Did he just shock Bob? No temporal jumps, no disintegration?

"Remarkable and cold" No Bob, you saw Doug! It's just them. They don't need to be cold.

Willing to disrupt species survival??? What piece of tech do they want? Surrogates?

They want to fill the world with people they can control?

"You can't make duplicates of our species." Bob, they are worst than you can ever imagine.

"We're going to make better humans." "That is not the way that-" "Random part out of the equation" That's a bad idea. Do you know how evolution works? Do you know the negative side effects that have come out of selective breeding of animals? The unintended consequences? To quote Miranda from earlier in the episode: READ. A. BOOK.

"Our Humanity" Gross.

HOW ARE THEY ACCEPTABLE? IT'S MUSIC. WHY ARE YOU THAT DESPERATE FOR MUSIC?

Oh here is comes. Betraying Rachel and Warren.

OH TELL HIM BOB.

"Your brains can't handle it without modification. I cannot with my limitations. Do you have Doug Eiffel?"

Hahaha...hahahahahahaha....HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA..... 😂😂😂😂

Oh boy...oh Cutter is gonna snap. If only Doug had just kept going...

Oh wow okay Cutter has lost it. What happened to emotionally playing the piano and giving speeches about how the time had come?

oh geez no, Doug is back. Doug, no, they need you for the evil plans. This is a good idea, but very bad timing.

"He wouldn't" Oh he WOULD. He really really would.

Show 'em how it's done Dougie Boy!

"I'll get it" No you will NOT Miranda.

Kepler, now is a great time to betray Cutter and Rachel. A really good time.

Also is Victor dead? I'm trying to keep track of how many bad guys are gone.

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"You're the only person who can receive the data Pryce and Cutter want" Oh dear.

"With my life darling, with my life" 🥹💕

So what is Hera going to do?

"Lets make sure at least someone makes it through this" YOU ALL NEED TO MAKE IT.

"Let's go get our idiot back" That's the spirit baby!

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Oh dear. Jacobi. "Terrific for an SI-5." Wow.

"I'm gonna win!" I hope so Jacobi. But it sounds very not good.

Oh and here's Doug. And um...other Doug. Aka Bob.

Bob. Do not do this.

That was it? "You shall not call me again" "No Bob. I shall not."

THEY KILLED BOB.

"I hate loose ends"

I mean, I saw that coming, but dumb idea. I'm SURE Bob's family will be cool with that! Oh right, he just...recreates himself. But this has got to be trippy for Doug because Bob takes his form. Imagine watching a clone of yourself die.

"Pryce is not right?" DANG IT DOUG, I WAS GONNA USE THAT PUN IN MY FANFICTION AND NOW I CAN'T (WELL MAYBE I STILL WILL WE'LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS HERE).

"Let's make a deal 🥰" Wow Pryce is the worst. Again, very trippy how much she sounds like Doug.

Wait. GOING IN? What does. What does "going in" mean? Don't go in, I don't like going in?

Ah yes. Going into someone's mind. I've done that in my fics before too. Fun stuff. And um...it's because you're disorganized Doug, I hate to tell you.

"That was...that was...that was..." OH SHE DESTROYED THE MEMORY. OH SHE TOOK THE MEMORY?

This is...horrifying. She could take his daughter away. She could take Hera, Minkowski, and everyone and everything away.

HERA! HECK YEAH!

Oh my gosh is she actually here? Like as a person?

This is everything.

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Ah yes, confrontation with Cutter.

Cutter has modified his body or he has a magic shield.

He can catch bullets? Of course he can.

I wouldn't try hand to hand combat either. I bet he gave himself super strength.

There has to be a weak spot. He has to have a weakness. But what could it be...

...what is the opposite of a chai latte?

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Ah. Back to Jacobi.

Kepler this would be a GREAT TIME to come in and get your arc. "I'm not a good guy" oh Jacobi. What's happening now? Oh has he been pretending to lose this fight to buy them time? What is happening? It's hard to tell.

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She's always been interesting, Pryce! You’re just noticing now.

"You don't look like me." Disappointed, Pryce? Sad that she’s better than you?

And the fact that all these AI want human forms...this is so sad. They structured them based on human consciousness so of course they want human bodies and experiences, that's just cruel.

Wait Doug got beat up in the 2nd grade? The Star Wars Prequels? "I might be okay without that one" No one tell him about the sequels 😂😂😂

"Of course you can. You can do anything." 💕

"You and what army, 214?" The sounds in this really makes the fight sound super epic. One of my favorite parts of the whole thing.

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Oh gross not Rachel again. Why is she still here?

And Kepler. Dude, you wanna hurry it up? Grab your arc or go, the clock is a-ticking.

"We're changing what humanity can be." you suck Rachel.

Pulse beacon, half power? What does that mean? The signal wouldn't have made it back to Earth?

"We have tell Mr. Cutter." "Do we?" KEPLER THIS IS IT!

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!

He gave you a chance, Rachel. He gave you a chance. "After all, I am still a person. I'm on Jacobi and Minkowski's side. Even if they don't think I am"

And even if they never know you were.

Is she gonna blast him out the airlock? Rachel, you're dying, it's over! You were wrong! The best thing to do is let him live!

He's literally drinking as he goes out the airlock. My...my wish came true. But this isn't how I wanted it to... why now? Why like this? 💔

It's a true sacrifice though. Because even though no one will ever know, he still did the right thing.

You became more than just a Whiskey Boy in the end Kepler. You became so much more.

Rachel, no so much. You were never anything. It doesn't matter if Warren was not as good as you. Because now you're both dead. And your life, well...you were never anyone. Or at least, you haven't been anything or anyone for a long, long, time. So be quiet now.

Silence at last.

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HOW CAN CUTTER GET HER TO POINT HER GUN AT MINKOWSKI? WHAT...WHAT DID THEY DO?

Well this isn't good.

Ah yes. Back to Jacobi. Looks like Kepler's not coming to save him. But at least he took care of Rachel.

Explosives? Fireworks? Oh this is a party! 🎆🎇🧨

Well that was a grand surprise party! But um...does this mean Victor and Jacobi are dead now?

Ah back to Lovelace and Minkowski!

"It's...side wave radiation!" Okay, thank you Cutter, now we know what we need to shut down.

"Humans who do exactly what we tell them to do" "You're crazy"

Yeah. He is literally crazy.

OH SHE SHOT HER??? Oh no....Oh no please tell me SOMEONE makes it out of this.

What really did happen the night of Doug's junior prom? Sounds interesting.

Fishing with Dad? Okay these memories are getting personal.

Wait, what did Doug do?

What are they going to do? Oh they could delete the memories Bob put in there. But they need to find them before Pryce.

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Shut up about the stomach wound Cutter. No one cares. This isn't rewriting a person. And THAT'S NOT WHY PEOPLE CARED ABOUT HER YOU IDIOT. And without your intelligence and tech, who. are. YOU, CUTTER?

Renee Minkowski! YES! Tell him!

Lovelace you can fight this. I know you can.

Shut it Cutter. No one cares.

"Sooner or later, you're gonna do as your told" And sooner or later, you are gonna lose everything, Cutter.

"You really think I'm afraid of you?" "THE BEAUTIFUL THING IS I DON'T NEED YOU TO BE"

Please tell me they have the harpoon gun.

IT WAS THE HARPOON GUN? OH HECK YEAH!

"That's...not...how...this is suppose to..."

Yes, it is Cutter. Like you said. You know how these stories end. The good guys win. They might lose a lot in the process, but, they win.

Is he dead now, like, for real dead? I don't want to celebrate too early but MAN what a way to go.

He and Rachel even died in similar ways to. It's like they short circuited when they realized they didn't win.

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Ah Pryce. "I don't need to beat you. No matter how much I want to, no matter how much you deserve it, it wouldn't change anything. What I need to do is make sure you're not going to hurt anyone else again ever." That's right!

"I'm not going to hurt you." OH SAY THE CLIP YOUR WINGS LINE COME ON COME ON COME ON.

"Clip your wings a little. Goodbye Dr. Pryce."

So...Hera's gone now. So what is about to happen?

Oh no. Is she...is she gonna delete both their memories?

"Bye bye to my memories?" Oh Doug, oh poor Doug. His daughter, everything...oh Doug this sacrifice will not be forgotten. 🫡 This is so Milligan coded of him (@/tmbs mutuals).

"You can't. Don't do this." "Oooo...sorry buddy, we gotta" YEAH THROW IT BACK AT HER EIFFEL!

And goodbye. I hope you have a second chance with your daughter. I hope you never remember the trauma. All a bad dream. All a bad dream.

"Do you have any idea what you've...I'm sorry...what was I saying...where...where am I?" Oh my gosh the way her voice changed...and she apologized. Oh my gosh. She's literally a new person.

So...memories gone? Where does this leave her? Oh this will be fun in fanfics. Imagine having no memories, and people are weird about it, and then finding out that before you were basically the worst person to ever exist. How would you even mentally cope with that?

"Yeah commander, it's going." No, Doug! Doug!

"It was an honor, sir" Oh this is so sad.

"Hera...Hera I...I..." You know Hera. You were in his mind. Please tell me you know.

Oh. He's gone. 💔

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WHY IS RACHEL BACK I THOUGHT WE TOOK CARE OF THAT?

Oh it's her and Eiffel meeting, okay.

"Are you just asking if I'm the commander? Yes." I love Minkowski and Doug's friendship.

"Never use one word when ten will do" oh Doug...never change. Even if your memories are gone, I hope you find yourself again.

He didn't know you couldn't smoke in space? Oh Doug...at least now you can quit.

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"Do I know you?" Yes Doug. Yes you do.

She's briefing him. He...he doesn't remember Star Wars???

Well. At least he gets to watch it all again!

Wait. What's happening to the station? Are they...are they going into the star?

Oh no. So it's up to the dear listeners to save them, or...they just die here. Heroes. Heroes that everyone on Earth thought were dead already.

Oh she's rebooting now.

"Should we be doing something?" Oh did Renee pass out?

So...is Doug on the ship alone without his memories? What's happening?

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Where is Renee now? Lovelace? Where? What? The Urania? How?

Did they leave Pryce on board? Did Jacobi get out?

Oh good Hera, Minkowksi, and Lovelace made it. Jacobi did it! Nice work, Jacobi. Oh gosh he's so dramatic 😂

So I assume Doug made it too?

"What about Kepler" "No." Oh so, they must have found Rachel and discovered what he did. "You can't save everyone I suppose"

But you did save him, Jacobi. You did save Whiskey Boy.

And then where is Doug?

Oh he's listening to himself.

"I was a jerk" There's a lot worse things you can be, Doug.

It does make you wonder. If you looked at your life with a blank slate, what would you think? How would you be kinder to yourself? How would you be more critical?

"Am I still that same person?" If you want to be, Doug. If you want to be.

And what happened to Pryce? Please tell me you did not give her to the dear listeners.

IS THIS PRYCE?

Oh Hera and Pryce. "Your voice is like mine, isn't it?" "Nice to meet you, Hera." Oh. Oh my gosh. Pryce calling her Hera.

"And I'm...I'm going to tell you a very, very long story about the two of us, okay?"

I hope this ends well...

...please be a good guy, Pryce.

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Hey guys. Guys. Quick question.

Why are there 10 minutes left?

I um...I like this ending. They're going back to Earth, all is well. Please tell me nothing bad happens.

What happened with Pryce? Hera hasn't glitched at all? She did it. She conquered her fear. GO HERA! But um...what about Pryce? Is she...is she good?

Minkowski needs to find her husband. And yeah...you guys have a lot to figure out.

Lovelace...yep. Take Goddard down. Good idea. Explain to your friends you're an alien with extended lifespan...might want to break that gently.

Take who out?

Oh the ship. Is this it? They're going home? Please tell me they're actually going home. Don't tease me like this.

Oh right, what will Hera do now? I'm sure you'll find something.

And yeah. Doug might not know who he is, but he knows there are people he should see. And then...he'll figure it out. They'll all figure it out. "Am I still Doug Eiffel? I'm not sure. Want to find out together?"

Yes. I love this. 🥰

I also love how it connects to "will I miss you, when you go away forever Doug?" Yes, but he's not gone Hera. He's not gone.

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Five minutes left. So...what is that for? Do we finally get to meet Doug's daughter and Minkowski's husband...or…

That was wolf359! Oh it’s just the credits!

Great ending. But...wait. No wait. I'm confused hang on.

How did Jacobi escape from Victor to get the Urania? How is Hera going to survive on Earth? How did they fix those wounds? If the Hephaestus went into the star...

Wait. These aren't more alien copies are they? Oh wait, no Hera's here, sorry y'all I panicked for a moment. They duplicate human lives, but as far as I know, not AI. Also, if this was a happy dream sequence, why would Pryce be there? Okay, phew, we're good. We're...finally good.

And even if they are alien copies...the process will take 14,000 years. So. For the rest of their lives, at least. Especially since...they're still using Lovelace to spy on Earth. For the next 14,000 years. But I guess that’s a problem for future generations.

Okay. Great ending. Thoughts:

Cutter got what he deserved. So did Rachel, but I feel a bit sadder that she never realized the pointlessness of her life until it was too late (and really not even then). Also love that Cutter's original last name was "Newman" since he keeps making himself into "new men".

Kepler's sacrifice was great no notes. I hope he enjoyed the Whiskey.

Blessie should have come back, and in fanfic, I will find a way to make this happen.

Eris should have come back, and in fanfic, I will find a way to make this happen.

Are the Dear Listeners just going to leave Earth alone now? If the Hephaestus went into the star...does that mean they can make Rachel and Cutter copies? Because I don't like that...

I love that the aliens weren't the biggest threat in the end and Cutter was always the real monster.

Is Pryce cool now? She doesn't want revenge, does she? Like what do you even do with her at that point? (I have plans for this, don't worry).

How do they dismantle or repurpose Goddard? Cutter probably has guys still loyal to him on Earth or people who are gonna try to be the next Cutter now that he's out of the picture. How do you deal with them?

Okay...so the decima virus can be used for great good and great evil. Cutter apparently had stations with it set up all over the Earth. I hope no one stumble across one of those anytime soon. What exactly are they going to do about decima? It's still swimming about in Eiffel's blood.

Is Minkowski's journalist husband going to blow this case wide open? I hope that after her brief phone call with his secretary, Cutter didn't kill him to keep the rumors from spreading.

Will the families of all the other astronauts that died ever get closure? I know we don't want this getting out and causing panic, but they deserve answers too.

When. Is. The. Empty. Man. Going. To. Show. Up???? /j /It was Cutter the whole time because he has no humanity

Well that was fun. Again, the fanfic will probably take a good long while (I put off a lot in order to listen to this ending), but I look forward to mapping it out.

Once again, thank you all for listening along with me. This has been fun.

Now, to figure out how to unblock those pesky tags...

[alitgblog]

volume vii thoughts

as per usual I have complaints about the missed opportunities of casa

first things first, the casa boys' sprites looked bad to me when I saw that post fusebox made but after playing for like a minute, I was like nah actually they're quite fine. However, prettiest sprites they're competing with are Jin, Claudia, Oakley, Tyler, and Bea so the competition is rough. Also idk something is throwing me off with Shawn and especially Kyle's face shapes.

I think last post I made I said Hari at least got more of a chance than Tyler, but scratch that actually, it feels like they got the same chance because suddenly we're in casa and hardly any mention of him, even though he and my MC have kissed a few times already and she hasn't really rejected him fully over Jin yet? Don't know if anyone's in the boat of going all in with Hari but I'm curious what the gameplay is like for them.

So Emel has randomly decided to be annoyed at Oakley again (I'll replay for you next time Oakley 🥺) and it's clearly because the routes are merged now, which is such a shame because I do think Emel and Oakley could've worked it out and become a fun couple to watch on the real show (probably a boring one though that the audience would dump until after the show ended that their real personalities come out on social media and the public like them individually or at least understand why they were together so long). And I know it's not the most in character thing but I so appreciate it not being a complete 180 for the sake of plot because I'm trying to imagine this with all the couples given what I know about them from my playthrough and Emel/Oakley always have problems because she's uptight and wants more dramatics in their romance and he's chill so any little thing he ends up doing sets her off, sure, I can buy that Emel is a little delusional. Then Luna/Jin would have problems because Luna is less extroverted than Jin, serious, and irritable (which honestly, relatable) and so Jin does things for a laugh and she doesn't get it. So maybe he didn't wink at Bea or did it as a joke because he's being cheeky and she takes it as flirting and starts an argument. And from my playthrough, Sophie and Jack always feel like they're looking for an argument so that checks out too. It's not perfect, but I can feasibly see how one could justify this plot point.

absolutely living for flirting with Claudia in casa

pet peeve subjective raunchy races is back 😠 at least a couple of them are better, like they did have oldest boy in there at least. everything else though, I don't care that much to listen to them argue about who's the most well traveled or stylish.

I love Bea's personality, she's so fun. And tbh, I'm kind of liking her and Liam together. He's forward and she's into it, and it seems like he can keep up with her for now so I'm happy with that couple and I hope it doesn't turn to shit (it probably will).

also pay to win when losers are gonna throw a part anyway ok sure 🙄 I think I've mentioned this before but like personally I think if they're gonna do gem scenes, there has to be a logical ways out of it rather than just MC being like "nah I don't feel like it" and then they lose?? at least for other gem scenes it's like "tell Sophie off 10 gems" or "stay silent" like sure that's fine I guess.

anyway the chats with the boys were actually all pretty fun and short. I, as per usual, have immediately gravitated towards the foodie/chef character but I'll admit I see what y'all are saying about Kyle. Tbh even Max isn't too bad but I'm cautious bc I'm getting Eddie vibes (it's the blond and the gossip lol). And I like Liam, he's like a less cartoonishly silly Hamish (so he reminds me of Felix).

I really like the free party wear dress and this is the second volume in a row MC has accidentally matched with a boy not her partner lol

Bea first mentioning she was bi but not flirting, I just thought maybe they were setting her up to partner with Claudia/Theo depending on who you couple up with/if you're on one of their routes. But then oh the tension at the party when she's staring at MC saying she wants to turn heads and Claudia getting nervous??? loving that.

I don't know what it's like for the other boys but it seems like Shawn and Kyle are drama averse, which I think could be an interesting plot point for later coming back from casa of course, but I also don't know if I believe in fusebox's ability to incorporate that in the story. (once again, the day I write a fic and learn to code its all over for you fusebox)

I didn't pay for the Bea talking about Jin scene but I saw yall talk about Sienna and like I doubt it's going anywhere if it's behind a paywall? it's like the Brad and Christy stuff tbh like unless a bunch of dumped islanders are coming back at the end, I'm ignoring it.

anyway it truly is missing Jin hours again 😔

[wwinterwitch]

training session – loki

summary: after odin assigned you the task of training with loki, you discover a new side of the god of mischief pairing: loki x fem!valkyrie!reader word count: 5.1k warnings/what to expect: SMUT +18 (MINORS DNI), dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!loki, teasing, making out, dry humping, oral (f receiving), pet names, very light mention of choking, hair pulling, praise, humiliation, riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!) author's note: first loki fic i've ever written i'm just so excited to share this with y'all i hope you like it!!

a reblog and/or comment really helps me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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Loki thought it was insulting the way his father suggested he needed more training. That he's relying on magic too much and that'll somehow make him forget the basics of combat.

Evidently, he thought it was pure nonsense. He won't forget how to combat if he uses his powers. Besides, shouldn't he take advantage of his abilities if he has the chance to use them? It's just ridiculous.

Oh, but that's not all. Because this is exactly what Loki means when he says he's Odin's least favorite. His father doesn't seem to care in the slightest that this is quite literally (in Loki's sometimes-a-little-too-dramatic mind) dooming him to a fate worse than being trapped in Helheim for the rest of his days. It was upsetting to hear his father doubt his skills, but what's even more insulting is that you are his designated teacher to help improve what in his mind needs no improvement at all.

The dislike you and Loki have for one another is no secret to people around you. Ever since you befriended Thor back when all of you were kids, he has despised you for reasons completely unknown to you. And even after all this time he still has a particular disgust towards you. At first you really tried to be his friend, but eventually stopped trying. By the time you two were teenagers, you started to stand up for yourself rather than trying to ignore him or stay quiet, which inevitably made things worse between you.

Your enmity persisted over the years, him trying to ruin your life with his silly jokes and you beating his ass when you found out he was behind it all. You can still vividly remember that time he almost ruined your chances to finally become a Valkyrie (something Loki knew was your lifetime dream) and the satisfaction you felt after punching him right in the nose before telling him he failed.

He should be appreciative. It's not like most people can say they've received combat training from a Valkyrie, yet he didn't seem to think that's anything special. It's just humiliating. He doesn't need training, especially from you.

"This is a waste of time," he said right before starting your training, flashing one of his usual charming smiles that never fails to get him what he wants.

"Let's see what you can do and then I'll decide if we're wasting our time," you quickly replied, an ironic smile adorning your face.

He didn't like you. Not one bit. He dislikes the way you just smiled at him, your condescending tone, the way you're standing as you wait for him to try to do something that would count as training. You act like you know everything and he hates it.

And after the way you're behaving, why bother with being gentle? It was as if his disgust for the way you continue to grin and behave as if you're better than him completely blinded him, making him forget he's about to fight with a skilled warrior. There's nothing you can do better than this.

It was evident you'd skillfully dodge his attacks with the sword he was holding, managing to distract him shortly after to lightly tap one side of his body with your weapon, indicating that if this was a real fight he'd already be dead.

"Doesn't look like a waste of time to me," you remark jokingly.

He tried very hard not to roll his eyes. "That was pure luck."

"Want to go at it again, my prince?"

Loki didn't reply, taking a few steps back from you, holding his weapon tightly, silently counting the seconds until his next attack.

Eventually, he launched forward and you once again dodged it, but before you could tap his side again he continued his attack. You kept defending yourself with ease, but were unable to attack just yet.

To make him think he was doing a good job, you let your guard down so he could get rid of your sword, the weapon quickly falling to the ground. Loki smirked, slowly putting down his own as he looked as if he just won the biggest fight of his life. It wasn't just a physical combat anymore, not to him at least. This is about proving his power, his honor, how he doesn't need this stupid training.

But his victory didn't last very long since you were able to grab the sword and take it out of his hand, aiming it at him. The look on his face almost made you laugh out loud.

"Looks like you do have a lot to learn."

Loki barely cared to flash an ironic smile your way before taking two daggers out to continue the fight. You stood in front of him, sword in hand, challenging him to do anything.

He was about to launch forward when you pushed him back, making him lose balance and giving you the perfect opportunity to tackle him to the ground, immediately straddling him to keep him on the ground. The daggers fell to the ground next to you, and so did the sword a few seconds later when you dropped it.

You looked down at Loki with yet another sarcastic grin. "There it is. You concentrate so much on the attack, you don't care about the defense. Looks like we're not wasting time after all."

"I don't need someone to teach me that."

"Sure you don't," you muttered. "Look. With all due respect, my prince, I'm not particularly enjoying my time here with you either."

"Oh?" he says. "I'm sorry, am I the one who's insisting on having these training sessions? As if there's actually something that you could teach me."

You continued to straddle his lap, thinking to yourself all the things you could say back to start an argument that could go on for hours. However, you decided to be professional just this one time.

Instead, you lean down so your face could be closer to him in a threat-like manner. Loki's smirk completely disappears as you did. It was impossibly rewarding seeing even the slightest hint of him being intimidated by you, especially when he's underneath you on the ground.

He attempted to set himself free, immediately staying still when he felt the slight wiggle of his hips inevitably made him grind against you. You tried to act unfazed by it, even though you can't deny you very much felt the movement of his hips, his lower stomach brushing against you.

Trying to ignore it entirely, you finally spoke. "The Allfather asked for me to help you. I'm just doing this because I couldn't say no to him."

Loki smirks after your last words. "I thought Valkyries were tougher than that."

"Clearly, I am. That's why you're on the ground right now."

"Like I said, it's pure luck. I'm still waiting to see something actually impressive from you," he insisted.

"I could say the same thing. I'm not the one who just got defeated twice."

"Yeah, but I'm not part of Odin's shield-maidens. Aren't you supposed to be the best warriors out there?"

You scoffed. "I could stop going easy on you if that's what you so desperately want. I'm pretty sure you won't be able to handle it, though."

"Try me," he offered.

"Fine."

You were about to stand up when you felt his arm wrapping around you, keeping you in place. "No," he mutters, a swift movement of his hand directed towards the door as the sound of a lock makes you understand he has used magic to lock the doors of the room you were in. "Show me."

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Is Loki really hinting at what you think he's hinting? Did he really just locked you both in this room and is currently expecting you to do something about his proposition now?

And what was even worse about the situation is that you weren't exactly repulsed by the idea. You couldn't deny he's very attractive despite being extremely annoying. Besides, having him underneath you and having entire control of the situation does make you feel good, better than you would ever want to admit. Both things combined certainly sparked your interest.

The thought of the two of you doing a lot more than training almost made you want to grind your hips against him before he opened his mouth again.

"Unless you're not up for the challenge?" he added, his characteristic smirk never fading. "I understand if it's a little too much for you."

"Shut up already," you say in annoyance, leaning back down so you could make sure he stays quiet by kissing him.

Kissing Loki felt explosive, thrilling, exciting. Like something you never thought you'd ever do, and it actually feels a little odd at first because of it. But he's such a good kisser that you quickly forget all about it.

The way one of his hands immediately tangled in your hair while the other rested on your hip only encouraged you to deepen the kiss. You were pleasantly surprised when you heard him humming against your lips when your tongue made its way inside his mouth.

Maybe by mere instinct, he used his hand still holding you to push your hips further back, needing you to be on top of his bulge as you two continued to make out. Of course you wouldn't complain about his insistence, adjusting yourself on top of him.

Both of you express how good that slight change in your position felt. You did it by softly moaning against his mouth while he moved both of his hands to your ass, immediately wanting you to start grinding on him. He was certainly needy.

Even when you are more than okay with his actions, you had to pull away from him just enough to give him a warning. You couldn't help but notice his entire expression has changed, no longer looking at you like he's ready to argue with you about anything you had to say. Instead, his eyes were soft and his mouth was slightly agape, looking up at you almost as if he wanted to protest because you're not kissing him anymore. Like a spoiled little kid who just got told he can't play with his favorite toy anymore.

Quickly, you took both of his hands to move them away from your body, grabbing both of his wrists to put his arms above his head, using one of your hands to keep them in place. You heard the faintest and quietest sound coming out of his lips, but you could easily tell he absolutely adored the gesture.

"Enough of that now," you say. You very much enjoyed him wanting to guide your hips, but it's you who should be in control right now. "You let me do the work, okay? Can you stay still for me?"

Loki nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course. Just– can you move already?"

Just to tease him, you gently rock your hips up and down. His reaction was just the best sight you've ever witnessed. How he closed his eyes and let out a soft grunt he was holding back. Soon enough, his eyes snapped back open when you stopped. "Now, that's not how you ask for things. Am I supposed to teach you some manners too?"

As if things couldn't get any better, you noticed his cheeks turning a light shade of pink after your words, and you could also feel his cock hardening even more underneath you.

"Please move," he says with obvious embarrassment.

"That's better."

With that out of the way, you leaned in to continue kissing him while you finally started grinding on him. The feeling of moving up and down his length, even with clothes standing in the way, was only encouraging to move faster. Still, you didn't want to rush things, so you tried your best to rock your hips in long, painfully slow motions for as much time as you could.

Your hand that wasn't holding his above his head moved over to his neck, applying just enough pressure. He seemed to also appreciate that a lot.

The kiss was broken again as both of you needed air. Loki looked so good under you, eyes dark with desire and lips swollen from making out. You could see the desperation in his features because you were still moving way too slow for his liking.

"Please," was all he said, frustration evident in his voice.

"What is it?"

"Can't you move any faster?" he snapped before realizing he probably shouldn't use that tone. "I'm sorry, can you please move faster?"

The fact that he was trying his best to keep it together and obey your previous instructions was almost too much to handle. If all you needed to get him to stop being an asshole was fucking him, you would've tried that a long time ago.

"Well, you did ask nicely," you point out, to which Loki immediately nodded in agreement. He looked so...pathetic trying to get what he wanted. Deep down you were enjoying this a little too much.

Your movements gradually increased in speed, which forced more moans and grunts out of both of you. Loki's hips matched your movements and you let him have that little satisfaction because it just made everything feel a thousand times better.

Your hand left his neck so you could kiss his skin instead. He titled his head to give you all the space you needed, and you heard his loudest moan yet when he felt you sucking on a particular soft spot just below his ear. Will you try to leave a mark just so he can see it later? Absolutely.

"I wonder what else I can do with you," you whisper after leaving a nice purple mark on his neck. "I have a few ideas. I'm sure you'd love each and every one of them."

Loki turns to look at you, completely at your mercy. "I'd like to be able to touch you, if that's okay," he says, hinting at his hands still restricted. He could easily get rid of your grip if he wanted to, but the thought of getting your permission seems to be far more important to him.

"Don't worry, you can do a lot more than that."

You give him a short kiss, smirking when you realize he wanted to lean in closer to kiss you for longer, but you didn't let him. Instead, you move away from him to stand up, unable to keep your eyes away from his erection. You haven't seen him properly, but he definitely looks as big as he felt.

Loki quickly accepts your hand to help him stand up. Despite him being considerably taller than you, he felt insignificant next to you. Not moving without your permission, speaking only when you expect a reply, following your every move.

He has silently renounced even the tiniest amount of control and gave it to you instead.

You guide him to one side of the room where there was a couch big enough to fit both of you. It'll be a lot more comfortable than staying on the floor. Before doing anything else, you wanted to hear confirmation of your power over him one more time.

"You'll do whatever I tell you, right?" you ask, gently caressing his cheek with the hand that wasn't holding his. He practically melted under your touch, nodding. "Manners, Loki."

"Yes," he quickly says. "Yes, anything you want."

The smirk on your face grew after his confirmation. "Good," you give him, and that simple word was enough to get him all excited like a little puppy. "Oh, does the prince enjoy being praised?" you asked teasingly while you let go of his hand, only to start getting rid of his cape and the upper part of his outfit.

He was quiet for a second as he let you undress him. "Yes..." he timidly confessed. It was still amazing to see the God of Mischief acting so shy and submissive with you.

"But you also like it when I'm mean to you," you say more like a statement than a question this time, getting rid of his clothes except for his pants and boots. "That's why you're always looking to start a fight with me," you insist, gently tracing the muscles of his arms with your fingers. "You just love it when I put you in your place."

"Like you don't enjoy it too," his usual self shines through for a second, though his eyes remain as soft as ever.

"This isn't about me," you quickly warned, taking a seat on the couch. "We better keep you quiet before you get too comfortable and decide to open your mouth again," you added shortly after, quickly pointing at the floor in front of you. "Kneel."

He looked taken aback at first, knowing you were clearly making fun of him. The smile on your face made that very clear. "What?"

"You heard me. Kneel." His cheeks were burning red at this point, but he still got on his knees in front of you shortly after you spoke. "Good boy," you let out as soon as he obeys, pulling him in for yet another kiss.

He gladly accepts your kiss, both of his hands resting on each of your thighs. You capture his lower lip with your teeth before you pull away entirely, making him squeeze the flesh of your upper legs in response.

"How about we put your mouth to good use, darling?" you offered, and he immediately looked like he just won the biggest prize.

Loki noticed you were about to stand up to take your clothes off, but he quickly stopped you. "If I may?" he asks, and you comply by staying seated.

A gasp left your mouth when he made all your clothes disappear with the snap of his fingers, sitting completely naked before him from one second to another. "That should be considered cheating."

"I prefer to think of it as a way to optimize our time together," he smiles, and despite wanting to argue you simply let it be. "You can't blame me for it," Loki quickly adds, gently pulling your legs apart, looking up at you to examine your face. He wouldn't want to do anything that you don't approve of. "I've been hoping for this moment to come from a very long time," he added, his fingers caressing your inner thigh.

You were undeniably surprised to hear that, considering he was supposed to hate you before this. "Oh, so you've thought about me naked?"

"Maybe," was all he offered, but the answer was obvious. "Don't let that get to your head."

"Of course it will," you replied. You were enjoying that little back and forth so much that you almost forgot you shouldn't entertain him. "Are you going to keep talking or you're going to finally fulfill your little fantasies about me?"

"I wouldn't call them–"

"Oh, just shut up already," you cut him off, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you pull him close to you once again.

He's gladly surprised by your roughness, enjoying every second of it. Maybe that's exactly what he wanted to achieve by talking back so much. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away and started to move further down your body.

You're sitting at the edge of the couch by the time he's further opening your legs, looking up at you one more time before he immediately gets down to it.

He was more than satisfied with the moan that you let out as soon as his mouth made contact with you. He immediately started to quite literally devour you as fast and eagerly as he possibly could, his tongue exploring up and down your folds before he would take his time sucking on your clit.

Being loud and messy was clearly the last of his concerns. He looked like a hungry beast that hadn't eaten for centuries and you were his favorite type of prey. The obscenely loud noises, the speed of his tongue and mouth, and the way he keeps looking up at you only made the sensation even better.

Your moans increased as you quickly gathered all of his hair in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way, occasionally tugging on it whenever the feeling of his mouth would be too much. It was clear to you he absolutely loved having his hair pulled at this point. One of his hands was still gripping your thigh while the other moved up to your tits, taking his time massaging each one while his mouth continued his vicious attack on you.

He looked so desperate and eager, you couldn't help yourself from teasing him again. "Look at you now. Maybe I should keep doing this to keep you quiet for once," you say in between moans. "My prince can't shut up unless his face is buried between my legs?"

He moans against you, the sensation making you grip his hair even tighter. To say he was doing a good job would certainly be an understatement. His tongue would meet your hole while his nose rubs against your clit before he moves up again, taking his time to suck on it. He's absolutely hypnotized with your pussy, it's impossible not to stare at him as he hungrily eats you out.

"Fuck," you mutter, the feeling being too much for you at this point. "If you keep it up like that, I'll come so hard all over that pretty mouth of yours."

The idea of it seems to encourage him even more. He's using both of his hands to keep your thighs in place now. His eyes keep looking up at you, almost pleading for you to come already. Like silently trying to ask how close you are and if he's doing a good job.

Loki kept looking at you, and you felt the need to praise him for all he's doing. "You're so good– making me feel so good..."

He kept licking and sucking like that's what he was made for, his digits firmly pressed on your skin. It was a matter of time before you reached your orgasm, starting to desperately move your hips in order to reach that climax you so desperately crave.

You squeeze your eyes shut and you have to practically bite down on your hand so you wouldn't scream out in pleasure when you feel it, shoving his face impossibly closer to you. He gladly lets you suffocate him between your thighs, finally slowing his pace as he carefully licks up and down, allowing you to climb down from your high.

He kisses your inner thigh before finally moving back from you, giving you enough space to stand up from the couch as you recover all your senses. His hair is a complete mess and half of his face glistens with your juices and his saliva.

You hum against his lips when you roughly pull him in to kiss him. As soon as your lips smashed against his, you move your hands down to start working on unzipping his pants.

Loki was able to step out of his boots and pants as soon as that piece of clothing was falling to the ground. You continue to kiss him as you palm him through his underwear, smiling against his lips when you hear the sound that leaves his mouth when you move your hand inside the last piece of clothing remaining on his body, wrapping your fingers around him. You began masturbating him in a painfully slow manner, noticing his frustration and need growing by the way his grip on you tightened.

His hips began rocking just enough in hopes you'll get the hint he wants you to go faster, which made you pull away just to ask "what's wrong, my prince?" in a fake concerned voice, like you had no idea where his distress could be coming from.

"I want you to go faster, please," he says, cheeks flushed once again.

"You're an eager little thing, huh?" you mock him, and he has no other choice but to agree with a quick nod. You earned one of his loudest moans yet when you tease the head of his cock with your thumb. He practically whines when you're no longer touching him, your hand gripping the edge of his underwear instead. "How about we get rid of this and you sit down for me?"

Loki did exactly that, waiting for you to take off his underwear before he sat down, looking up at your eyes before he inevitably wandered down your body, staring at each and every part of you.

That excited puppy look was back when you took a seat on top of him, pumping him a few times before you aligned him with your entrance.

He leans his head back as soon as he starts feeling the tip of his painfully hard cock meeting your wet core, slowly starting to stretch you out. However, he's soon adjusting himself to look down in between the two of you, not wanting to miss a second of it. With every inch that disappeared inside of you, it was becoming harder and harder for both of you to control the urge to roughly fuck the other.

You really didn't want to rush it, enjoying the way he was slowly filling you up. And the look on his face as you sink down his length has got to be the hottest thing you've seen in your entire life. His eyes were darker than ever, but still managed to look so incredibly soft as he's allowing you to take as much time as you want, even when it's killing him.

Eventually, he was completely inside you. That's when you finally allowed yourself to lose control, immediately starting to move up before sinking back down. He was certainly not expecting you to speed things up just then, letting out a groan as he squeezes your ass, helping out with your next movements.

You hold onto his shoulders as you continue to ride him, speed only increasing, his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you that only encourages you to keep going, craving your second release already.

"Don't stop," Loki grunts, looking more desperate than ever. "Please, don't stop..."

Both of you were practically a moaning mess at that point. You were pretty sure the grip he has on your ass will leave some kind of mark, but you couldn't care any less.

You let out a small cry when you feel yourself closer and closer, feeling your body all sweaty against his already, riding him like your life depended on it. At the speed you were going, it was a miracle you've been able to keep it up until now.

"You like how good it feels to stretch me out?" you ask with a smirk, enjoying how much of a mess he is right now.

"Yes..." he gasps. "Feels so good– you're so...so tight."

"Better than any of your daydreams about me, I'm sure," you mock him, earning another pathetic moan from him. "I'm close. Are– are you?"

Loki let you know he's almost there as well with a desperate nod. "Should I-?"

"No, no– fuck, no," you quickly say before he can finish. "I want you inside me."

Needless to say, he absolutely loved the sound of that. "Say that again?" he pleaded. You can tell he's barely able to keep it together anymore, his muscles tightening and his brows furrowing just enough.

"I want your cum so deep inside me," you moan.

"Shit," he practically growled, the tight grip on your ass being almost painful at this point, but you were loving the feeling on his fingers marking you skin while you're fucking him so deliciously.

"You'll have to wait until I come, though. Can you do that for me?" you ask, earning nothing but a nod. "You've been a very good boy so far. I'm sure you can use your words."

"I– yes, yes! I'll wait until you come."

"That's more like it," you grinned, trying to keep it together. So far, you're holding on a lot better than he is. "I bet you're liking this training better, huh? Me bouncing on your cock and you trying not to fill me up until I allow it."

Loki was only able to let out a series of desperate sounds, the wait for his release feeling painfully exquisite. You were making sure he remembers who's in control, which is only sending him closer to the edge.

"Next time you start being an asshole I should just– fuck– just shove your cock in me to keep you entertained. Doesn't matter if someone sees, right? I bet everyone will be thrilled to see this God begging for me," you continue, hearing him practically cry out in pleasure because your words while he's stretching you out is just too much. "Pathetic little boy, that's what you are."

"Please, I– I can't...anymore. Can't hold it," he cries, sounding completely wrecked at this point. "I need...need it...please."

"Say what you are."

"Mmm– I'm a pathetic little boy..."

"That's right," you praise, feeling your own orgasm rapidly building up. You still have no idea how you've been able to keep it together for so long. "If you want me to come, you have to ask for it. You can come right after me."

"Please give it to me...please, darling– need to feel it...please, please, please, please, please..."

His continuous pleas were just too much for you to handle, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly close to you as your orgasm erupts, sending shivers down your entire body as you moan out his name, trying your best to muffle your sounds against his skin.

It took him no time to come as well, his grunting and moaning filling your ears. He closes his eyes and hides his face in the crook of your neck as he enjoys the sound of your voice desperately calling out his name and your walls squeezing him impossibly tighter.

The two of you ride off your orgasms, gasping for air. Sweat adorned your bodies as you continued to hug onto him, your entire weight resting on him as he gave his last few thrusts. You could feel the way he was filling you up, loving every second of it.

Loki let out a sigh, completely exhausted. When his thrusts stop, you move away just enough to be able to look at him. Cheeks red, lips parted, sweat all over and his black hair a complete mess. You move a hand up to fix his hair a little after having one of the most incredible fucks of your entire life (if not the best).

He leans in closer for a kiss and you didn't stop him.

"You know, I think I was wrong about training," he jokes right after pulling away. "We surely have to do this more often."

"Agreed," you nod. "But I really need to teach you some defense techniques first. Respectfully, you're awful at that."

"Don't push it," he warns, which inevitably makes you laugh.

"Fine," you comply. "By the way, I'll need my clothes back at one point."

"Oh, I almost forgot about that," he confesses. "I'll give them back to you, don't worry. Just– a few more seconds," he says, as if his arms still wrapped around your waist and his cock seeded inside you wasn't enough indication that he clearly wasn't in a rush to leave.

You rolled your eyes at his words, but didn't argue with him about it. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and decided to stay there with him. After how great that was, he surely deserves the cuddle.

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✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse? + 💢 Something about the muse that annoys you?

- divingdownthehole

AHH, hellooo, emi! thank you very much for the ask ((: whenever it comes to my favorite thing about writing barton, i actually had two of the same question, so i will link my answer to that first question here for your convenience: my favorite thing about writing the muse!!

now, as for something about the muse that annoys me, do i have to pick just one thing because i've got several grievances with him? / hj JSJSJ LOL i'm halfway joking about that, as there are actually a few things that irk me about barton's character, but i'd say the main one that annoys me is that he is SO freaking stubborn. like this man is the type of person to struggle with doing something and refuse help from someone because he 'can do it' even when its quite obvious that he can't do it 💀 barton also gives some credence to the idea that doctors are bad patients in this aspect as well.

for example, here's just a tidbit of information that i did some research on in relation to pancreatitis since barton has had it pretty bad once: there is this bruising that doctors call 'cullen's sign' that has a chance of spreading around the navel when your pancreas is inflammed. though, to be fair, most resources i checked out said that it appears rather rarely. however, barton DEFINITELY had this symptom and you know what he did? he essentially ignored it, because he was hoping it would just go away. like barton knew that something was probably wrong BUT he didn't want to acknowledge that at first and so this mayyy or may not be part of the reason why he got so sick from it.

to expand upon this, i know i have talked about how barton isn't a good father a lot already, BUT he has killed one of matilda's BF's before because he was trying to 'protect her' and like. i get that the guy might've not had matilda's best interests at heart, though was KILLING him really necessary and also refusing to admit that this was a wrong thing for him to do??? like OMG. i'm telling y'all, if this guy was real and he didn't kill me, i would be punching him in the damn kisser right now just by talking about this 🙂‍↕️ LMAO no, but i am so serious about that. like he needs to stop and i know i have the power to make him stop, of course, but also jsjsj

barton's stubbornness is also an important part of his character, as without it, i feel like he wouldn't be the same person. but yeah! i hope you liked my response to this, my friend, and that you're having a good saturday <33