#there better be writing send to me or else

[dragoneyelashart]

blonde billie PLEASE

smut ୨ৎ

a/n: filler while i write other things 🤭

billie’s on her knees before you again. blonde hair wild from your fingers tugging it earlier, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. she looks up like she’s starving for you.

“please,” she whines, voice barely holding itself together. her hands grip your thighs, desperate, trembling. “please, mommy, need you. i need to taste you again.”

you don’t speak. you don’t have to. the way your hand slides back into her hair says everything.

the moment your fingers tighten, she shudders and lets out this sound half whimper, half moan  like her whole body is reacting to being noticed by you. she’s so noisy like that, like your touch scrapes some raw nerve inside her.

when your thighs part for her, she practically falls forward, mouth open, eyes glazed over. and once her tongue touches you? she loses it.

she eats like she’s gone feral, like nothing else exists. her saliva mixes with your slick, dripping down your thighs, her chin, her chest. it’s messy. she’s messy. but billie doesn’t care  if anything, she lives for it. moaning into you, grinding her hips down against nothing, whining every time you twitch or sigh above her.

“god, you're so—” she tries to speak between licks, between kisses, between greedy sucks that make your legs quake. “you taste s’good. better than anything. better than everything.”

you tug harder on her hair.

she gasps, eyes rolling up for just a second, like the pain is its own reward. she’s so wet you can hear it when she shifts against the floor, like her whole body is begging for more.

“need you—wanna feel you,” she gasps. “please, mommy, let me ride you, need to—need to feel it—”

you give her a look. sharp. possessive.

and just like that, she stills. but her eyes don’t lose their fire — if anything, they burn brighter.

you guide her up, pull her into your lap. skin on skin. heat on heat. her thighs slide over yours, slick and shaking, and she gasps like she’s just found heaven.

“wanna feel you on me” she begs, voice cracking. “need it, need you.”

you don’t make her beg twice.

your thighs meet, wet heat pressing wet heat, and the moment your hips roll, billie breaks.

a strangled cry tears out of her — raw and high — and she drops her forehead against your shoulder, teeth leaving marks against your soft skin, panting like she’s been running. her fingers claw at your back, nails dragging skin like she can’t hold on to herself without hurting you a little. she’s shaking all over, but she keeps moving, grinding into you in frantic, messy circles.

“you feel—fuck—you feel so good,” she gasps, voice ragged. “oh my god, i—i can't—”

you wrap your arms around her, hold her tight so she can fall apart and still be held. she needs that. billie always needs that.

her lips find your neck, open and wet, moaning against your skin. “i’m yours. i’m yours, i promise—” she’s not even conscious of what she’s saying anymore, just babbling through pleasure and devotion. “love it when you use me like this, mommy. love being your toy—just wanna make you feel good, wanna be good—”

you hush her with a kiss. she melts into it instantly, mouth messy, tongue desperate, moaning like kissing you is enough to make her come undone right there.

the rhythm between you grows wilder. her body rubs into yours, clit slipping against yours in slick, feverish friction. your breath catches as the pressure builds a molten knot tightening in your stomach. billie can feel it. she knows your body too well. she clutches your face in her hands and kisses you harder, whimpering against your lips.

“come with me,” she begs, tears in her voice now. “please, mommy, wanna come with you, need it, please—”

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[animeomegas]

Omega!Haku x Alpha!Reader - My Alpha

Congratulations to Haku, the winner of the second poll! It has been ages since that poll, but a lot happened in my life lmao I've been wanting to write some streamer!AU for a while though, so I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: It was equal parts flattering and embarrassing that you had apparently been named hottest alpha streamer by some weird, trashy gossip magazine. Your mate had his own thoughts on the matter, too.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: None that I can think of, other than the fact that I didn't proof read this :D

"'How does it feel to officially be the hottest streamer?'" you read out from your chat, already feeling heat rush to your face. "Ugh, chat, seriously, so fast? That stupid listicle was bullshit by the way, there are so many alpha streamers hotter than me."

Nooo, you're super hot

True, but ur up there

I was most surprised by second place lol did he pay for that position?

one time my oma walked in while i was watching the stream and asked if i was chatting with a friend... i wish ☠️

You laughed awkwardly. It was still so weird to have parasocial relationships like this. Most of your friends had already filled the bullying quota when they'd found the article listing you as the number one 'hottest and most eligible' alpha streamer, but you would prefer bullying over people agreeing. It was so embarrassing!

"'What is your type then? For no particular reason 👀'," you read out this time, rolling your eyes. "That is privileged information! I'm a delicate alpha, you know, I can't go around letting such things slip. Think of my reputation!"

i bet ur into some weird shit lmaooo

I could see you with a super cute omega, like the type to give you cavities, just my opinion

oh no but how can i build my whole new personality in order to make you love me if i don't know what you like??? /hj

Speed dating stream pls!!

are you even single?

You looked at the last question and just answered with a wink and a finger to your lips. You and Haku had been together for over three years at this point, but he was still a secret. You hadn't wanted him to get any unwanted attention, nor have his career impacted by popping up on stream, and he seemed to agree.

Haku had actually just recently decided to quit his job now that you were making enough from streaming to support both of you, and was spending time tending to the house and working on projects. He had taken to full time domesticity with effortless enthusiasm, but he hadn't mentioned anything about his stance on popping up on stream having changed, so you continued on as you had been for years, happy to follow his lead.

You turned back to your chat to find a flood of thirsty messages.

i hope ur single because then i have a chance loooool

No way an omega hasn't mated you yet, you're so perfect!

i don't even know if you're mated but u deserve better regardless lol

anyone else notice how they always wear high collared clothes? 🤔

if you do have a mate i bet they aren't good or pretty enough for you, i swear

You were about to send a message to your mods to get some of the more toxic viewers timed out for a bit, when the click of the door to your office made you jump.

Was that Haku?! You startled and quickly muted your mic and pulled off your headphones. The door was behind your monitor and cameras, so no one could see him, but that didn't mean there wouldn't somehow be a reflection or rumours spawned by the sound of his voice. Didn't he know you were live?!

Sure enough, Haku glided into the room, long, brown hair loose and floating behind him, the strands brushing over the uncovered shoulder as the oversized t-shirt he was wearing fell off at one side. He was also wearing a little touch of make up, only noticeable because you knew his face better than you knew your own. Make up? But he was staying in all day, wasn't he?

You almost forgot that you were on stream for a moment until you stood up and the chair behind made a noise against the floorboards.

"I'm on stream right now," you said quickly shooting him a grin. "I'll be done in a few hours, okay?"

Haku only tilted his head and smiled, holding up a plate with a couple of savoury pastries on it.

"I made lunch." His voice was light as airy, but there was an undercurrent that made you pause. "I thought I could bring it in."

"Thank you, baby, I'm on stream right now though." You were blocking most of the camera and the microphone was off, but you were sure they could all tell that you were talking to someone, and there would be a barrage of questions as to who, especially just after the conversation you'd been having.

"I don't mind popping in to say hello," he said, that gentle smile still on his face. "Just for a second."

You blinked, mouth moving around nothing for a moment. He wanted to pop up on stream? It took a second to comprehend what he was dropping on you so suddenly, but you managed to boot up your brain with a slightly flustered smile.

"Oh! Yes, um, of course, if you want to." Haku started moving to your desk, putting your plate on the side. "Are you sure, darling, I don't want to open a door that can't be closed, you know?"

You sat back down, glancing at your chat briefly. Haku was still out of frame, but you could see him looking also.

Everything okay???

who're they talking to 👀👀

if that's their mate i bet our favourite streamer is way out of their league lol

Haku's eyes hardened.

"I'm sure."

"Okay, okay, right, I guess we're doing this!" You took a deep breath and turned the microphone back on. You were just going to play this cool, like it was no big deal. "Sorry guys! Funny timing actually, seeing as we were just talking about this, but my mate actually came in to bring me lunch! And he's the best cook ever, aren't I lucky?"

You lifted up the plate of mushroom tartlets towards the camera, careful to keep any from sliding off.

"He wanted to say hi, so you guys better be nice to him, okay?" You tried to keep your voice light and playful, but still serious enough that your mods would know what to do about anyone who said anything cruel.

Haku, understanding your introduction, poked his head into frame and gave a little wave, bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. You expected him to crouch beside you, but instead he gracefully slid straight onto your lap and leant his head against yours. One of your hands settled on his waist automatically.

"It's lovely to be formally introduced to you all. My name is Haku." A sweet smile pulled at his lips. "I've lurked in the chat before and you all seem so... friendly."

The chat went wild, moving so fast you could barely comprehend it.

UM????

Did they just summon a god live on stream???

👀👀👀ahhhhhhh

He is so pretty wtf

my self esteem is dead now lol i'm suing for damages

what is his name what is his name what is his name pls pls pls

is this a prank?

this reminds me of that meme about dating so far out of your league it makes it look like your partner is doing charity work lol

Your eyes narrowed on that last one. They didn't have to point it out so abruptly.

"That was mean," you pouted. "But admittedly true, Haku is well out of my league."

Haku giggled and the speed of the chat only increased.

wtf wtf wtf

he's laughing it's so pretty i feel like crying suddenly???

how did you two meet?

pretty boy pretty boy

this is literally the hottest omega i've ever seen

it feels like he's looking at me i'm embarrassed 😍😖

"Nonsense," Haku said, softly tucking his hair behind his ear. His shirt slipped a little more off his shoulder and you hurried to put it back. "I'm the lucky one here."

Your heart warmed, almost enough to drown out the immediately disagreeing of your chat.

Um lol

lies and slander

they wish!!

"Wha- you guys are supposed to be on my side, y'know?"

You immediately received about a hundred messaged along the lines of "not anymore".

Haku laughed again, kissing you on the cheek and silencing your complaints.

"I won't hijack your stream any longer." He turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours for a second. Even after so many years, he took your breath away like no one else. "It's been fun though... It was lovely meeting you all. Don't hog my alpha too much though, okay?"

yes sir

whatever you say 🥴

if you get lonely you can have me as well!

How long have you been dating? Are you married?

nooooo don't go, haku stream when????

Haku stood, leaving your lap cold and empty. For a moment, he leant back down, lips to your ear but certainly speaking loud enough to be picked up by the microphone.

"Eat your food," he whispered. "I made it with love, after all."

Haku reached out with a finger and ran it around the side of your face. You could feel yourself getting warm. You were probably staring at him like a fool and everyone could see, but you couldn't find the power to stop.

With that, he left the view of the camera and exiting the room, but not before giving you a wink right as the door shut behind him. His scent lingered all around you, soft and alluring, and oh so tempting.

You swallowed harshly. You really didn't want to stream anymore. Thankfully the camera was waist up.

Chat wasn't showing any signs of slowly down.

if you don't eat his food and tell us how it tastes i will literally riot

did you sell your soul for him??

does he have any siblings?? cousins?? any dynamic or gender is fine, asking for a friend

their face lol honestly i don't blame them

🥴i thought I was watching a stream today not meeting an angel

couples onlyfans when? i'd pay for it

dude i'd pay so much for it i'd be homeless

You took a deep breath and pasted a smile back on your face.

"Alright, alright, that's enough everyone, don't be creepy! Let's get back into it."

[lazysoulwriter]

prompt #20 - pedro pascal - “if you knew how good you taste…”

CW: smut, oral (f!receiving), munch!Pedro supremacy, worship vibes, filthy praise, overstimulation, unhinged obsession 😵‍💫💦

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It should’ve been over.

You were breathless, legs still trembling from your second orgasm, fingers buried in his curls, trying to gently coax him up toward your mouth. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to pull him into your arms and tell him enough, that he’d done more than enough.

But Pedro wasn’t done.

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, dragging you down further on the bed until your legs were fully open for him again, trembling and slick, your chest still heaving from the high he had just given you.

“Pedro—”

He looked up, eyes glassy, lips wet, flushed like a man starved.

“Don’t you dare stop me,” he muttered, mouth already moving back to where he wanted you most. “You have no idea how good you taste…”

Your head fell back with a broken moan, thighs instinctively trying to close—but he wouldn’t let you. His palms pushed them apart again, holding you open like a gift he refused to return.

“I’m serious, baby,” he murmured between licks, voice low and almost reverent. “I could die between your legs and I’d go smiling.”

You whimpered, back arching when his tongue circled you again—slow, deep, greedy. He groaned into you, sucking with just enough pressure to make your toes curl.

You tugged his hair, voice cracking. “Pedro, I—can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he rasped, dragging his tongue up with precision that made your vision blur. “One more. Give me one more. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

You cried out, hands fisting the sheets, body melting into the mattress as he devoured you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And when you came again—louder, messier, completely undone—Pedro moaned like he was the one getting off.

He finally came up, face flushed and glistening, the most satisfied, fucked-out smile on his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed, laying beside you, kissing your shoulder while you struggled to come down. “You're never getting rid of me. I’m obsessed. Addicted. Ruined for anyone else.”

And you couldn’t even speak—not yet. But the way your body curled into him, the way your fingers found his hand under the blanket, said everything.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that. send me your prompt!

[st4r-th0ughts]

One day, I am gonna grow wings.

masterlist

Aventurine x gn bodyguard reader

Let Down Remastered (Radiohead) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 4:00

ʚɞ series masterlist

ʚɞ recommended to read first

ׂ╰┈➤

tw/cw: I HIGHLY recommend reading the fic above, but I think this can be read as a standalone, mentions of death, this is from Aven’s perspective, letter formatting, aven’s backstory spoilers tho not too major, references this and this fic

note(s): I wrote this on paper bc it made the experience feel more real, also I’m NOT sorry for springing this angst onto you guys without warning, tags: @walpurg @sh1-n0bu @rxzennia @honkai-star-thirst @fantasymen

Summary: A letter you shall never read.

(word count: 1.1k)

ׂ╰┈➤ [𓏵]- your name

>you’ve picked up ‘Aventurine’s letter’!<

-Would you like to read it?

>yes.<

>Despite some scribbles, you manage to piece together what he wrote.<

——

To [𓏵]. Dear [𓏵]. My dearest [𓏵].

I should have known better than to hold out hope when you didn’t return. Darling [𓏵] You, who never left a single text of call unanswered, you didn’t even manage to read any of my texts, much less receive them, considering I’m holding the remains of your phone as I write this. Your warmth is still there, surprisingly, since you barely used it. Did you try to send me a reply in your last moments, my dear?

[𓏵]. Do you remember the day we first met? Diamond had told me you were a danger to anyone that you deemed stood in your way, and that included the IPC. He wanted me to keep you under control, like a dog, and this sounds horrible now that I write it out loud, but at that time, I had no qualms about it. After all, you were going to just be another asset in my pocket, another gambling chip.

But when I saw you, coming out of that lift and standing there, listening to Diamond’s orders, I gazed into those eyes, and I knew I could never do that to you, even if my life was at stake.

I wanted to tell you a secret, and you had promised me you’d come back to me, to listen to what it was. But you didn’t come back. You truly are cruel, darling [𓏵]. You once told me you’d never break a single promise, yet you shattered the final one you’d ever make. But even so, I feel the need to tell you what it was, even if you’ll probably never hear it.

I think know i fell in love with you that day, [𓏵].

And I want to say sorry. I’m sorry those gifts I gave you, the ones that are probably sitting in your room untouched, were given to you with no thought behind them. I wanted so bad to keep you by my side, I forgot that I wanted to love you just as much. I don’t think I’ve ever learnt how to properly love someone, [𓏵], and I’m sorry I will never be able to have the chance love you properly anymore.

Now that I think about it, I think my fears of you not reciprocating my feelings were stupid. Topaz told me I was scared over nothing, and she was right. I think you’ve always loved me, and she told me I’m too dense to realize that. I missed a lot of signs, like how you somehow remembered my coffee order down to the dot just right after our first coffee break together without me even mentioning it to you.

And I remember that time you made me breakfast on my birthday morning, and you cancelled all my appointments so I could relax? Your memory really is something else, [𓏵], I’m sure I’ve never mentioned when my birthday was beyond a passing comment when we passed the arcade at the mall. To think all I did for you birthday was just pile more expensive gifts on you alongside extravagant dinners, I feel ashamed of it now.

I’ve always wanted to know your heritage, but i don’t think I’ve ever told you mine. I would have told you when we went back home, sworn uou to take it to your grave, but now, I’ll only be able to tell my history to your headstone. I think you already know I’m a Avgin from Sigonia-IV, the last of my kind. We are scorned and spat on throughout the cosmos, and I would have thought it would have made you shun me as well.

But that night, you killed that business man after he threatened me. How he somehow knew so much of my past, I have no clue, probably a Masked Fool looking to spite me. But you killed him anyways despite the world of trouble it could have landed you in, without missing a beat. I knew, saw the way it haunted you. How it made your beautiful eyes so we wide, so terrified, almost. Perhaps you thought I’d hate you for reverting to your old ways after me promised me you wouldn’t. Would it be a comfort to you to know that even if you had killed the whole of the cosmos, i wouldn’t have cared?

I wasn’t always the only Avgin, that was probably common knowledge. I have had a sister. You know, you would have liked her. We have the same hair color, and I think we have the same eyes. You told me once, after that round of two truths, one lie, after you drank about seven shots of whiskey from losing, that my eyes were like gems laid on a golden beach in the sunset’s light, and you told me they were such a beauty that you’d kill to keep for your own eyes to enjoy alone. To think I once would have sold these same eyes that you seem to worship and put on a pedestal.

Oh [𓏵]. So many things I want to say, but I can’t. To think I’ll have to return home alone, without you by side, reminding me not to trip over that pesky step on the porch. The cats will be devastated, I’m pretty sure they love you more than they love me. I wonder if they’ll be as heartbroken as I am, silly little things.

That memokeeper told me you were smiling even when your eyes held no life in them anymore. What thoughts were in that smart head of yours, hm? You once asked me what my best memories were, as they were what played in the brain for seven minutes after death. Did those memories contain me? That earring I gifted you, she told me she found it in your blood on the ground. Even in death, you couldn���t bear to be separated from it. I can’t find the strength in me to hold it, let alone think of even finding someone to repair the pieces to its original state.

It would feel like I have lost another part of you I’m so desperately hold onto.

I have many regrets, [𓏵], after all, I’m a tragic man. But the one that stands out, the one that kills me inside every passing second, was that I never said I loved you. I’m sorry, I left you waiting for so long, and now, you won’t even be able to hear me say it out loud. When I join you on the other side, if the Aeons have mercy on me, I’ll make sure it’ll be all you hear till the end of time.

I love you, [𓏵]. I already miss you so much it hurts. I love you, [𓏵].

- Aventurine Kakavasha

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You notice there’s tears that stain the paper.

fin.

© st4r-th0ughts 2025, I don’t allow reposts, reuploads, translations, or copies.

Notes: shortest things I’ve ever written, and it takes up 3 pages in my notebook. Anyways see if you can pick up the references to my other fics

[burningcheese-merchant]

Alrighty. I hate saying this, but. I'm probably going to delete the ship discourse asks in my inbox. Too many in there now and my mind is too clear to want to answer them

I think we've all been harsh with each other recently. Shouldn't have had to sleep on that, shouldn't have taken me longer than a few minutes to realize that, but idk. I went to bed last night and woke up this morning and... remembered how old I am and that I have better things to care about lol. But seriously, this recent update has really gotten to people's heads, mine included unfortunately, so I think we all need to take a step back and reevaluate ourselves

To try to explain (not excuse) myself personally. I, my friends and acquaintances, and our little fan community have gotten so much harassment for so long that now that the story is sort of tipping in our favor, I felt... vindicated. TOO vindicated this time around lol. For years and years now we have all been viciously mocked, shunned, called misogynists, called abuse apologists, we've been told to kill ourselves, we've been told bad things should happen to our loved ones. I couldn't help but feel smug when episodes 7 and 8 dropped, and then episodes 9 and 10 pushed me into being legitimately petty and mean. Like, all of this harassment was already pointless, now it's even more pointless because BxA is canon. Sore winner, "they hated Jesus because he told the truth" type shit lol

But... That's dumb. All of this is dumb. They're just video game characters. I'm an adult with adult responsibilities lol. None of this is worth getting bent out of shape about, on any side. Nothing wrong with respectful conversation and debate, but it hasn't really been that this time around. It's been gloating. Teabagging. And that's not cool. So I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry if I've upset anyone with anything I've said. I'm happy about Eternalberry but I've gotten TOO happy haha. I've regained mental clarity and thus the realization that I've started becoming part of the problem. I'm genuinely sorry for that. I want to go back to regular dork levels. Being spiteful and petty sucks, even if it's "justified"

Since I feel bad for leaving those asks awaiting deletion, A) mea culpa mea maxima culpa to those who sent them, nothing against any of you I just want to put the discourse to rest, and B) they all more or less say the same things so I'll just go ahead and bullet point my responses:

TikTok is perhaps the worst social media app ever created, it is an actual blight on society to almost biblical proportions, you are a fool if you listen to anything anyone has to say on there, your first mistake was going there in the first place, Tiktok Delenda Est

Twitter is definitely the worst social media app ever created, it is a blight on society that John meant to record in the Book of Revelation but didn't know how to describe it properly because the internet didn't exist 2000-ish years ago, you are a fool if you listen to anything anyone has to say on there, your first mistake was going there in the first place, Twitter Delenda Est, let's all point and laugh at the Trump-Musk divorce instead

Hero/villain ships are as old as human civilization and fandom nerds today have gotten really uptight about them, it's dumb and honestly really bizarre considering how prevalent it is in almost every piece of media, if someone doesn't like the trope that's perfectly fine it's not for everyone it does get pretty dark but a lot of people seem to put on gestapo uniforms when they're brought up now and it's a waste of time and energy. No one is holding a gun to your heads you guys, you don't need to do it to anyone yourselves

It's nice that I've apparently managed to convince some people to be more open-minded about BxA and hero/villain shipping as a whole, welcome to the club glad to have you, I'm sorry you've had to see some of us do our "obnoxious clown" routine recently, don't worry I'm washing my makeup off rn

I'm disappointed but unsurprised that BxA fans have been getting death threats in places, unfortunately that's how it's always been and it will continue to be that way even if all 5 pairs marry and have sex onscreen. No amount of canonizing in the narrative will change some people's minds. No amount of reasoning or olive branches will make them realize how ridiculous they are. Just have to accept it and ignore them

Cookie Run Kingdom is Baby's First Fandom for a lot of people, and a lot of them are actual, literal children, so all the black and white thinking and lack of understanding and respect makes sense, sadly. This is why I put my age in my blog description haha

Rule of thumb for me personally is to just block people who post hate in ship tags tbh. Spare us both the trouble. I've only responded to one post ever, and it was because the person was asking an honest question in a reasonable way so I thought it was fine to engage. I'd rather not engage people who want to attack and not actually talk. Blocking does us both a favor, I don't have to see meaningless hate on my dash and in tags I follow and they don't have to see content about ships they don't like from me. Win-win

Now, with all that said, I want to say some things I've said before, but would like to reiterate loudly and clearly one more time:

You do not have to like Beast x Ancient. It's perfectly fine and reasonable if you don't. It's not for everyone. Whatever your reasons are, I believe and accept them. I post about them a lot because I love them a lot, and I like talking about things I like. I do my best to tag properly so my weirdo babble is easier to filter out. My posts are more or less just preaching to the choir, I think lol. It's fine if you don't like that, it's fine if you don't like BurningCheese or Eternalberry, it's fine if you don't like Beast x Ancient. I am not your mortal enemy if you don't like them. I'm happy to talk to and be friends with people who don't. I already do so often haha

Furthermore, I want you all to know that no matter what I say about ships I don't like, I don't care if you do like them. I am not out to get you for liking things I don't. Which dolls you decide you like to make kiss is not my problem. I am not your mother, I am not your dictator, I am not God. My opinions are just that, no one is obligated to listen to me or take anything I say to heart. Yes, there are ships I legitimately hate with a passion, but I do not hate the people who like them. Not at all. That's a stupid thing to dislike someone for. I talk to and am friends with lots of people who like things I don't, both on here and irl. The world gets really lonely really fast if you refuse to engage with people who don't march lockstep with you. Especially with regards to fucking Cookie Run lol

Let's all give this nonsense a rest now. This is dumb. I'm dumb. We're all dumb. Let's stop being dumb. I'm happy to coexist peacefully with others. We'll all live happier lives focusing more on things we love than things we hate

[livlocus]

HoO Boys x Heavy Music Lover!Reader

Characters: Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang

Summary: How the HoO boys would react to their partners liking heavy music!

Warnings: the use of y/n, my grammatical ability, MENTIONS OF WEEZER

Word Count: 2.7k

Liv Yaps: hey so this came from the depths of my brain and i put this all together at like 5 am after no sleep so idk how in character this is, tbh it's all based off of vibes... personally, i think that all of the hoo boys have gone through a weezer phase (it was never a phase for jason sorry not sorry) but yeah... also if it seems like i'm making fun of any bands i am not all of the artists mentioned in this are ones that i thouroughly enjoy! i may or may not have gone a little overboard with jason but hey what else is new i guess... and i'm also tagging @jjsblueberry for your daily does of leo haha

ALSO ALSO ALSO my requests are open so pls pls pls send some in !!

Percy Jackson

In the books, Percy is a big fan of like '80s rock because that’s what Sally plays, and those are the CDs that she has around, so I don’t think that it would be too far-fetched for him to end up liking heavier rock music

Odds are, when he starts to get like angsty in the later books, he starts listening to heavier rock music anyway 

So when you get the aux on the drive to camp half-blood and you start playing Sleeping with Sirens, he’s all “oh wait I know thi—”

Doesn’t even finish his sentence before he blows out everyone’s eardrums because he needs to be singing along off-key and with a strained voice, and he is not sorry at all

But anything heavier than bands like Sleeping with Sirens/Pierce the Veil/Bad Omens (I'm so sorry I'm writing this at 4 am, I can't think of any other bands, but you get the idea) he isn’t very familiar with

He 100% has a superiority complex when it comes to music, cause his mom introduced him to the music he likes now, so of course, 80s rock music is in fact the best music… but whatever it is that you listen to is a close second 

“Y/N, I think that Pierce the Veil is great, but Led Zeppelin is so much better, I’m putting them on after this.” “Can’t we just listen to one album all the way through?” “… no.” Cue his evil smirk as he changes the music.

Percy WILL go to concerts with you because odds are he also wants to go with you

already have a vision in my head of Percy moshing at a rock festival somewhere in the middle of nowhere, upstate New York, that you managed to find tickets for

He literally grew up in nyc, he would totally be down for basement shows or ones in dive bars 

The lock screen of his phone is a 0.5 selfie that he took of you guys in a super crowded show at a random dive bar in Brooklyn 

As long as you were there with him and enjoying yourself, he probably wouldn’t even care if he didn’t know the bands or didn’t like the music itself

He would be so fun to go to concerts with, like yeah, he would carry all your stuff too

Percy would let you have aux in the car even when he drives because he likes the music you play

My man would love Tyrants by Pierce the Veil (currently listening to this song as I write these lmao)

If you’re more into grunge, he would scoff at first (cause he’s convinced that 80s rock is superior to literally everything) but then quickly eat up Alice in Chains and Silverchair

He cried when you told him that, like almost all of the lead singers of the big grunge band from the 90s that you showed him are dead

“What do you mean that Layne Staley is dead, Y/N? Couldn’t you have told me that before I started listening to them?!"

Driving from the city all the way out to Long Island together would go so hard, it’s just you guys going back and forth from 80s/70s rock music, and then 90s grunge, and then early 2000s rock music.

By the time you two get back to CHB, you'll both have lost your voice ‘cause you were scream-singing for five hours driving from Manhattan all the way down to Long Island

Percy is literally so in love with you the entire time, trying to drive and watch you sing at the same time is not a good combo for him, he almost swerves into the divider like three times before he decides to lock in 

Jason Grace

This poor, poor man 

In my head, the only music that Jason puts on with his own free will is like smooth jazz and soft rock so when you offer to drive him somewhere he needs to go and you hook up your phone to the car and a Korn song starts playing Jason goes into fight or flight and quite literally flies out of your car

He panicked and flew right out through the sunroof like 

“What the hell was that noise?” “That was music, Jason.” “That sounded like someone was banging metal pipes together and growling, Y/N, growling.”

I am fully convinced that the heaviest song that Jason will listen to voluntarily is song 2 by Blur

He is the complete opposite of Thalia, he cannot handle the sound of a double kick drum

Like, mostly because when he isn’t actively fighting, why would he want to listen to something so aggressive?

Which is like fair, but if you showed him Linkin Park after showing him something like Knocked Loose, you could be like “wow, this is so much lighter”

The only heavier music that you can get him to willingly like is Linkin Park, but that’s because he’s hella sad and listens to the lyrics instead of just vibing

You’re all “I TRIED SO HARD AND SO FAR BUT IN THE END IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER !!!” 🗣️🗣️🗣️ But Jason is like “I tried so hard… and got so far… but in the end… it doesn’t even matter…” 😔😔😔

Like that’s lowkey it though, I do not think that he would enjoy listening to any other sort of metal/hard rock music, but he would soldier through for you

You show him Radiohead, starting with the softer stuff and when he’s like “yes, now this is music,” you know that he’s hooked on the pathetic sadness that is Thom Yorke and you show him other Radiohead songs that are more adventurous for him and THAT is like toeing the line for him

THAT BEING SAID 

You do manage to drag him to concerts and festivals by showing him videos of what the pit looks like during the song you’re looking forward to 

“What do you mean you want to be fighting for your life while trying to enjoy the music?” “It’s fun!” “You can’t be serious—“ “Bet your bottom dollar.” “… then I’m coming with you.”

He tries so hard to have fun for you, but man is stressed the entire time (he does carry all of your stuff though, cause in my head he wears cargo shorts and he uses those pockets)

Begs you not to go into the pit because then he would have to go in with you

You go anyway, of course he follows, and then realizes that he’s taller than everyone there and can see the tops of everyone's heads, and suddenly maybe he was being a bit dramatic / over-protective

Jason has a decent time waiting in line, getting merch, etc., until the band starts actually playing music

HE WILL BE SHIELDING YOU FROM PEOPLE IN THE PIT WITH HIS BODY

Like standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, head on a swivel

He sleeps for ten hours after the concert

You have a selfie of the two of you, and it’s you having the time of your life while Jason looks like he’s trying so hard not to sweep the entire band away with a particularly strong gust of wind (he doesn’t)

You absolutely gang up with Thalia to bring Jason to as many shows and festivals as possible to get him acclimated, like people do when they get a puppy and the trainer tells you to take them to as many different places as possible so that they get used to it

You and Thalia drag Jason to a Green Day concert, and he doesn’t hate it, but that’s probably because he’s with you and his sister, and your good mood rubs off on him too (and bc Green Day is not that heavy, it’s a good introduction for him)

You show Jason Deftones, but songs like Sextape (“y/n, that’s kind of a crude name for a song, no?”), No Ordinary Love, Diamond Eyes, Passenger, Rosemary, and he actually doesn’t mind it

That’s how you get him to a Deftones concert, and you convert him just enough to where you have found a middle ground, and it’s all of the less hectic Deftones songs

You don’t get pit tickets for the show cause they’re hella expensive, and he actually has the time of his life because he isn’t trying to keep both of you from getting trampled

It’s definitely like how dads will say that they don’t want to watch a movie, but then end up standing behind the couch for twenty minutes looking at the TV until they sit down and lock in

Jason does that at the concert and is like “I mean it’s better than the other one, I like these seats much more… oh that’s kinda cool… they sound much nicer live…” and then he’s standing up with you out of the seats and bobbing his head a little bit, mouthing the words that he knows (he is having a phenomenal time)

He has a picture of him kissing you while they played Mascara, and it’s in his wallet now

I don’t mean to make him sound so boring because I love metal and all that, and Jason is literally my husband, but heavier music is just not his scene, I think

Jason seems like he’s the kind of guy to listens to music to calm down, so listening to heavier rock music isn’t something that he would have done on his own

But ultimately, if you like it and have fun listening to it, he’ll get used to it and think of it as a thing that he does when he’s with his partner 

So, of course, he would get Pavlov-ed into thinking of you whenever he was listening to the radio, and a heavier song would come on

“Hey, this song is playing, thinking of you,” texts from him when he’s walking around and hears a kid walking by with the music leaking out of their headphones

Leo Valdez

HE LOVES LIMP BIZKIT FIGHT ME

Leo absolutely has enough angst and pent up feelings to be a Limp Bizkit enjoyer and so when he finds out that you like heavier music—forget it

“Y/N, have you heard this one? It’s much more fun than listening to whatever snooze-fest Jason is listening to right now.” *Leo starts blasting Rollin’ with an insidious smirk*

He can do an amazing Fred Durst impression no one can convince me otherwise

Leo’s karaoke song is Limp Bizkit’s cover of Faith by George Michael because I can hear him singing “~well I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body, I know not everybody, has gotta body like me~” in a voice that sounds more like Goofy than Fred Durst because he is quite literally screaming at the top of his lungs

You walk in on him singing My Way to himself in Bunker 9 to hype himself up before he has to go do something important

“Uh— oh, hey Y/N, didn’t see you there—uhm…” *starts doing an interpretive dance to the beat of My Way because he doesn’t know what to do*

You two went to a Limp Bizkit concert and he absolutely dressed up like Fred Durst, long khaki shorts, baggy white shirt, and a backwards red cap (he made you match with him)

You guys listen to the wackiest songs together when you’re with him in Bunker 9 while Leo is working on something

I feel like Leo would like them because of how funky the band is, so I don’t think that he would like other heavier bands

If you play any other kind of heavy music in front of him, he thinks it’s funny, especially if the lyrics are kind of extra.

You get aux in Bunker 9 one afternoon and play Werewolf by Motionless in White, and he laughs at the song

“What—what is this?” Leo is actively trying not to roll on the floor laughing when he hears the electronic voice say “werewolf” in the background of the song “It’s a song?” “Is it though?”

Leo, similarly to Percy, has a superiority complex when it comes to music

He truly believes that his music is simply so much better, but he will listen to what you put on… he just won’t be quiet about it

THAT BEING SAID

… Leo listens to Weezer and then has the audacity to tell you that you shouldn’t play Motionless In White or The Plot in You because it’s cringy

“Leo, you’re literally listening to a song called Pork and Beans ???” “Mhm, and you’re listening to a song called Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave: Death Inc., what’s you’re point?”

You two learn to love each other’s cringey-ness more and more, and suddenly you know the words to all of the Pinkerton album, and he knows a lot more Motionless In White than he would ever admit to anyone who isn’t you

Equal trade

Leo would so be down to go to a concert or a festival with you, even if he didn’t like the band(s), he just likes to spend time with you, and he likes that kind of atmosphere

If you do like a whole makeup look for the concert, Leo is invested

“This is so different from what you usually do… It’s really cool.” “Well, we’re going to a Motionless In White concert, I do have to look cool, Leo.”

He watches you do your makeup like he’s in a literal trance

Leo becomes your assistant too, handing you whatever you need, he’s just happy to be sitting next to you and being able to look at your face tbh

Frank Zhang

Frank doesn’t even know that there is music heavier than whatever is on the top 50 hits radio station

Whenever you’re in the car with Frank, he always lets you pick the music, even if he’s the one who’s driving

So one day, Frank is driving you somewhere, and you just have to listen to the new Spiritbox album that just came out

Frank hears the first few seconds of the song and ascends

I’m lowkey pretty sure that in like the first pjo book, it’s canon that the ares kids like hard rock/heavier music (I may or may not have just made that up, sue me, I guess), so I’d like to think that the same thing applies to the mars kids

But regardless, Frank most definitely has enough feelings to thoroughly enjoy heavy music

Anyway, back to business

He actually loves the entire song 

“Y/N, I need to hear more—who was that?” “That was Spiritbox, pretty good right?” “It-it was, that was really cool—“

Frank insists on you showing him more, and it speaks to his soul

Frank was meant to be a bit of a metalhead, sorry not sorry

Like this dude had anger issues that he had to work very hard on to get under control and is a bit pessimistic, but is overall a pretty nice dude who tries his best to be chill, yeah, he was meant to blow off some steam headbanging to some Knocked Loose

You are his guide into metal music, and it’s such a fun thing that you guys do together

You make him little playlists for each band or for a specific vibe, and this man listens and takes notes 

“So, I really liked it at 2:54 when the guy did that thing with the guitar—very cool, very cool.”

You get him into Spiritbox, Kittie, and Poppy 

He absolutely gets a shirt that says “Spiritbox is my favorite male-backed band” 

(It’s a play on how people would say, like “oh yeah, this is my favorite female-led band” instead of just calling it their favorite band)

Frank likes the women artists better than the bands who are just dudes, sorry that’s just a Frank FactTM

He will absolutely go to shows with you and will happily go into the pit because he’s a huge guy, so literally what would there be to worry about? 

Frank does enjoy the shows better if you guys are in the stands as opposed to the pit, because he can’t help but feel like he would hurt someone if he were there

He never does, but sitting in the stands just makes him feel a bit more comfortable 

You guys make a list of bands you both want to see live and assuming you both are still in New Rome, you get to see most of them pretty quickly (i swear to god all of these bands are always touring in cali)

Frank absolutely goes and finds the tickets himself and will just suprise you with them

"Hey, I found these... the show's in three weeks..."

You and Frank shop for vinyls together all the time since you two like the same music

It turns into a shared collection between the two of you !!!

But if anyone asked Frank who’s vinyls they are he says that they’re all yours cause he’s whipped sorry

[soft4changbin]

More than jokes

Stray Kids Seungmin x reader

Summary: You and Seungmin start as sarcastic friends, but hidden feelings slowly surface. After weeks of tension and a quiet confession, your friendship turns into something deeper—real, honest love built on teasing, loyalty, and unspoken care.

Word count: 2,193

The first time you meet Seungmin, he insults your coffee order.

“Vanilla syrup? With oat milk?” he says, peering into your cup like you’d poured poison into it. “You trying to drink a dessert or stay awake?”

You blink at him, the new intern your friend dragged you into helping settle at the label building.

“That’s funny,” you reply, raising your cup. “I don’t remember asking the vocal line’s least adventurous member for a review.”

Seungmin grins—quick, crooked, and dangerous. “Touché.”

From then on, everything is like that.

Snarky comments. Close calls. Eye contact that lingers too long for either of you to fully admit. You’re not sure when it started turning into something else, but suddenly your mornings feel weird if he doesn’t pass by your desk with some stupid quip or you don’t tell him he dresses like a conservative grandpa in the middle of a heatwave.

You weren’t supposed to get close. It’s work, after all. But Seungmin has a habit of showing up when you least expect it.

Like on the third Thursday you stay late, staring at a stalled project for an artist you’re helping coordinate.

He tosses a bag of snacks on your desk.

“You’re still here?”

You don’t look up. “No, you’re hallucinating. I’m actually at home eating ramen and crying about it.”

“Good to know you multitask.” He slides into the empty chair beside you. “You want help?”

“You offering out of pity?”

“Absolutely.”

You glance at him, smiling despite yourself. “I’ll take it.”

And you do. Over and over. Until his presence becomes so familiar, you stop noticing when it becomes essential.

You don’t realize how used to him you’ve become until he starts acting weird.

Not weird weird, but quieter. Less teasing. His usual sarcastic remarks get replaced with polite nods and distant glances.

At first, you think it’s just a bad week. He’s an idol—there’s pressure, schedules, exhaustion. But when it stretches into two weeks, you can’t ignore it.

You finally catch him alone in the practice room one night, sitting cross-legged on the floor, head bent over his phone.

“You ghosted me,” you say simply, leaning against the wall.

He looks up, startled. “I didn’t.”

“You did. You texted me good luck with the showcase and then disappeared.”

“I’ve been busy.”

You cross your arms. “Bull.”

His eyes narrow, jaw tightening. “Okay, fine. Maybe I needed space.”

“From what?”

He hesitates. Then: “From you.”

The silence that follows cuts sharper than anything either of you has ever said.

“Oh.”

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Not because I don’t want to be around you. Because I do. That’s the problem.”

You’re still staring at him, heart skipping uneven beats, when he finally says it.

“I like you,” he mutters, eyes down. “And I didn’t want to. I thought if I kept it casual, joked around, it’d stay safe. But then it wasn’t. It’s not.”

You take a slow breath, trying to process.

“You… like me,” you repeat, softly.

He nods once. “Yeah. Kind of a lot.”

You don’t kiss him that night.

Instead, you sit down beside him, shoulder brushing his, and say, “I like you too, Kim Seungmin.”

And just like that, the lines you’d both tiptoed around begin to blur.

What follows is weeks of pretending nothing’s changed while everything has.

You still tease each other. You still argue over food and playlists and whether cats are better than dogs. (He insists dogs win, you say cats are independent icons, and he says you’re just wrong.)

But under it all, there’s this electric thread—unspoken, undeniable.

He texts you goodnight every night now.

You save the voice note he sends when you’re stressed out, the one where he hums your favorite song softly, almost shy.

You start writing little things in your notes app about the way he laughs—like he’s trying not to, like it sneaks up on him.

He catches you once, scrolling through it, and snorts. “You journaling about me? I’m flattered.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll change your name to ‘Coffee Hater’.”

He smiles, and it lingers too long. “Make sure you spell ‘boyfriend’ right, too.”

You both freeze.

He’s the one who breaks the tension.

“Too soon?” he says, rubbing his palms on his jeans.

You shake your head. “No. Just unexpected.”

He studies your face, serious now. “Then let me say it for real.”

He stands, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you up. He’s still holding it when he says, quietly:

“Be with me. Not in the background, not in-between. Just… us.”

You nod, heart pounding. “Yeah. Okay. Us.”

That night, you finally kiss.

It’s awkward at first—his nose bumps yours, your hands fumble—but then it settles into something soft and honest, like all the words you never had the courage to say.

Months pass

He’s busy. You’re busy. But he still brings you coffee, even if he won’t drink it himself.

He still roasts your playlist choices and makes fun of your hoodie collection.

But now he also holds your hand under the table at meetings and walks you home after long nights, telling you he’s proud of you even when you feel like you haven’t done enough.

And when you ask him one day—half-laughing, half-serious—“Why me?”

He just says, “Because you never treated me like I was anything but real. And because every version of me liked you.”

You kiss him again, coffee-flavored and familiar, and wonder how you ever thought he was just another sarcastic guy at the label.

He was always more than that.

And now—he’s yours.

[vxnitra]

This fandom is out of control and it’s time to reevaluate where we go from here.

Over the past week it’s been a nightmare in the fandom with the stalking being brought to light but to be honest it’s been going on a lot longer than that with threats and hate towards them and fans to the point people are leaving. If we want to keep this fandom going we’re going to have to change as a community otherwise there won’t be any fandom.

So what can we do to make this a better space for us and the triplets?

1. Ignoring negativity- people can have opinions obviously but where do we get going back and forth arguing, if you don’t like what someone has said on your post or someone else’s you can delete or block the person, simple.

2. Stop entertaining drama- people will do shitty things and make up lies and drama but like point one ignore and block, cut off the attention they are seeking and you’ll feel better for it truly.

3. Learn to love yourself- now this one may seem confusing in here but just because someone may get more notice than you by other fans or the triplets doesn’t mean you are less than, sometimes its just the algorithm and we shouldn’t go sending hate to others for it. If it is deeply affecting you please take a break or block these accounts for your own mental health.

4. Lifting and supporting one another- we have many amazing, talented people in this fandom, don’t be afraid to put yourself out there and show your love for people as it can brighten someone’s day and you never know what friends you can make from it.

5. Excepting the fact the triplets need a break at times- since starting they have hardly taken breaks in their career so maybe that’s why people jump to conclusions when they take a break thinking they’re quitting (they’re not) unless they say otherwise. Im going to say this with love do not make them your life and make them an extension of your life because sitting waiting there for them to post and they don’t will hurt you in the long run.

6. Generalisation - we need to stop generalising fans, for example thinking all older fans are creeps because some are or calling younger fans annoying, have you met all younger fans to decide that? Get to know people before you judge rather than making assumptions.

7. Blaming- can we stop blaming and pointing fingers when things don’t go our way “ it’s the stalkers fault we don’t have a video I hope they’re happy”. I know some of these are jokes but some are serious but how do we know this? Maybe they’ve decided to change their filming schedule and if so it doesn’t matter we move on with our lives or go back and watch another video.

8. Not making everything public- I’m going to use the stalking incident as an example, the exposing could of been handled a lot differently like reaching out privately to a mutual of theirs instead of making everyone known of it to be spread around. We know they are private people as it is so I assume they didn’t want to open social media with the fandom like a dumpster fire and thousands upon thousands of notifications about it. I think stalkings wrong but we need to work on how we compose ourselves, we can do things calmly and let them handle it. Also sometimes bringing these things public can do more harm than good for them and it’s best to think about their safety.

Theres definitely a lot more points but I’ve rambled on long enough just take this post with a grain of salt if you don’t agree that’s fine just block me or ignore it. If you agree I hope we can apply them moving forward as this fandom can be amazing, a safe space for us to express ourselves and support the triplets together as a community.

Thank you for reading🤍

- I know my words mean nothing and I probably wasted my time writing this but I needed to get it off my chest.

[dpspcehntr]

Touch Me

Xavier x Reader

Sometimes all you need it someone else’s touch to feel better.

Warnings: fingering (f receiving), squirting, P in V, creampie

A/N: This randomly came to me as I was having quite a difficult night and I just needed to write something. I hope you enjoy this and as always reblogs are deeply appreciated.

“I need you Xavier. I need you so badly.”

You pepper his skin with kisses as his fingers trace tight circles around your clothes clit leaving a wet spot in your already ruined underwear. Your lips hover at the corner of his as his finger slips underneath the fabric to drag a finger in your wetness. You whine as he pushes two fingers into you. You can barely hold on as your release builds up quickly with his brutal pace. He captures your lips in his as he moans at the way you greedily suck in his fingers.

“You’re so tight, fuck you feel so good.”

He presses a third finger into you as the coil in your stomach snaps. You gush all over his fingers and your underwear as he continues to press into you. You cling onto him as he builds up another orgasm within you. You cry out as tears sit in the corner of your eyes. It feels so good, almost too good. The overstimulation sends you quickly into your next release as he hums approvingly on your skin. He pulls out his fingers with a pop as he lays you down fully onto the bed. He climbs on top of you and makes quick work of your underwear. You pull up your shirt so he can see your chest as he rids himself of his bottoms. You watch as his length lines up with your entrance, already hard and red at the tip. Before he can ask you nod feverishly which earns you a chuckle from him. He pushes the entirety of himself deep inside you with a hiss. You’re so tight, gripping him for dear life as he bottoms out. He sets a slow pace, making sure you feel every once thrust in and out of you. You whine and beg for him to go faster but he keeps his pace, showering you in praises.

“You’re doing so well for me. Just a little longer.”

All rational thought has long since left you and you whimper and beg for him as he slowly increases his pace. He grips your hips as he thrusts deep and hard into you, now chasing his own high. You reach out for him and pull him into a deep kiss as his thrusts get more and more erratic. You beg for him to cum inside you as his release comes quickly. You feel yourself fluttering around him, holding off your next release for him. His self control snaps as his high reaches him, planting his seed deep inside you. You clench down on him hard as your release follows suit. He cries out as he pumps the last of his load inside you. It’s not enough, he’s still hard as he picks up the pace once again for another round.

[neon-kazoo]

Hiiii!!!!

Could you maybe do a (f) hero x (m) supervillain??

Maybe some forced marriage tropee?? If ur ok with that but anything else is fineee<33

Lover ur writing, thank you for reading thiss :)

(also it's fine if you can't! No pressure 🙃)

Ok so I actually wrote like double this but it was getting too long and taking forever so I just decided to cut it, but if anyone wants more lemme know cause it’s basically already written.

Enjoy!

Bloodstained Ivory

Hero didn’t used to think she would ever get married. It's not that she never tried—she did. It's just that it never seemed to work out. Every summer she walked into singing Single Ladies by Beyoncé marked another year that passed without finding 'the one.' It didn't bother her, not really. She was content, although quite possibly doomed to remain single for the rest of her days. Maybe she could blame it on the lifestyle—long unpredictable hours, heroic priorities that left personal relationships feeling lacking—but she knew it was something deeper.

Growing up, she had never dreamed of walking down the aisle, never tried sketching her future gown, never imagined the face awaiting her at the altar. Her therapist would probably say she thought she was unworthy of love, but that didn’t matter now. Love was not in the question here. This was a game, and Hero had lost.

In front of her stood the consequences.

She supposed, if she did have a type, he could have been it. Athletic-built, decent tan, well-groomed, not half-bad. Better, even—if she was being honest with herself, which she wasn’t. All she could allow herself to see when she looked at him was a monster. A monster dressed as a man, in a tailored ebony suit jacket over a burgundy dress shirt, with freshly polished shoes to match. A complementary silk pocket square peaked out the top of his breast pocket. The fabrics were pretentiously dark and Hero couldn’t help but think the whole ensemble could be covered in blood and it wouldn’t show. Knowing him—whether literally or metaphorically—it certainly was.

At the very least, Hero knew she didn't find blood attractive, but the monster standing just a step away didn't care. He stood tall and victorious while he announced the completion of his plan. Hostages contained, bombs in place. He had the city by the throat, and he only wanted one thing.

The details of his play weren’t important, and quite frankly trying to rehash them sent Hero into a state of despair she almost couldn’t come back from. Every assurance set in place by the supervillain built a helplessness that crawled up her throat at random intervals, choking her to tears and almost sending her spiraling down into the darkest place of her mind. He knew it, too. She knew he did.

"You want to save everyone, Hero?" He had asked with condescension, peering down at the hero that had come to him in complete desperation.

"Yes." Of course she did. She had wasted no time dropping straight to her knees and pleading for the people and the place she had spent her whole life trying to protect. What else could she possibly want?

He had paused—like the dramatic man he was—chewing on his lip as if in deep thought, though certainty steeled his gaze. It was purely for show, because she knew his next words had been scripted all along.

"Marry me."

And just like that her fate had been sealed.

To Hero, it wasn’t a question of if she would do it. Just how she would live with it once she did.

For a second, she allowed herself to imagine what her younger self hadn't even dared to dream of. Her dress might have been fitted or flowing, pure ivory or off-white—she didn’t know.  Maybe it wouldn’t have even been either, maybe she would have strut rebelliously down the aisle in a turquoise mermaid-style gown— ignoring how the possibility made her cringe. Regardless of how much she would have regret it looking back through the photo album ten years from now, it would have been her decision

That’s what really got her about this. Here, she didn’t have a choice. There was no dress shop, no florist, no color scheme to choose. It was just her, a small velvet box, and a decision. She was trapped, and he knew it.

The war she had tried so hard to avoid raged behind his eyes as he waited for her answer. Even though it was already long decided, she swung her gaze away and stalled for just another precious moment of freedom.

This union would effectively end her career, ruin her credibility, and provide a way to keep her under the supervillain’s thumb for the rest of her life. Honestly, it was kind of genius. The only thing Hero didn’t understand is why it was better than a bullet in the back of her head.

She knew she was right there, on her knees, already at his mercy. It should have been so easy for him to put a stop to her—his enemy—right then and there.

He had presented it like how the devil would offer salvation to a sinner, with a silver tongue and a god-awful smirk on his face. His arms were crossed and his posture laid back, but his eyes never left Hero. His ease, which was probably meant to assure her of his victory, did nothing but unsettle her.

“So? What will it be?”

Surrender, in the form of marriage.

"Yes," she assented, with all the confidence she could scrape off the ground she kneeled on. This, she would do for her people. A final act. "I will."

She gazed up into his eyes as a cold ring of metal slid its way onto her finger. It hugs her skin perfectly, like a manacle. She was to be married to Supervillain.

Her damnation.

[maxfandoms]

WIP WEEKEND

Make me write!

Thanks, @queenofshenanigans, for tagging me. I am still working on answering all the ask from last week, but Make me write (more)!!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request.

🌄 - I Found Better Days (with you) - [Steddie] - Blind!Steve/Caretaker!Eddie

💌 - Still here in my heart (memories of you) - [Steddie/Ronance] - Season 4 rewrite where Steve & Eddie were exchange notes without knowing who the other while Steve was working on Starcourt (Old emoji was 📄)

💘 - You're written in my heart [Steddie/hinted Buckingham] - Modern Day AU where Steve is Dustin's cousin and he and Eddie get close when the kids join Hellfire (Buckingham will be the main focus of the second story)

Snippet of You're written in my heart

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The silence reigned for a while as Steve scratched his neck and opened and closed his mouth. “So? I don’t have all day for your highness.” Maybe that was the wrong thing for Eddie to say because immediately Steve crossed his arms, his expression becoming serious, and Eddie could see clearly the guy that ruled the school years ago.

Steve walked toward him, stopping just two steps away from getting in his face. “I came to ask for you to have your side business as far way as possible from the kids.” Steve’s tone was glacial.

Eddie stared at Steve. “I don’t sell anymore, okay? The stuff kinda makes it difficult to graduate.” Eddie gestured toward himself, thinking that would alleviate the tension. However, Steve got in his space and stared at his face, not in a way that indicated that he was about to start something but more like he was analysing Eddie’s face “What are you doing, Harrington?” Eddie whispered, starting to fully believe that this was dream now

“I don’t like when people lie to me, okay?” With anyone else, that would be a threat, but there was something in Steve’s tone that made like he was pleading for Eddie not to lie to him. “I know it’s your life, so I’m here to even beg if I have to, because Dustin thinks you are a good guy and I trust the little twerp.” 

Eddie swallowed as Steve kept staring at him. “I’m being honest, okay?” And it wasn’t like he had any clients anyway now, with most of them moving away or him pretending that they didn’t exist. “And even if I was, I don’t bring it to the Hellfire Club or freshmen.” Also, Eddie did care about those kids a lot already and didn’t want them to end up like him.

Steve was still staring at him “What do you want from me? Do you want to pinky promise, Harrington?” Eddie gave a big sigh.

“Sure.” Steve raised his pinky with a smirk

“Seriously? Isn’t that a little childish?” Eddie stared in disbelief at Harrington

“Says the guys who plays with mini-dolls.” Steve waggled his pinky 

“Fine.” Eddie hook his pinky with Steve’s 

“Your thumb too.” Steve grinned

Eddie sighed but still touched Steve’s thumb with his own. “Happy now?” Their faces were inches away and Eddie’s breath caught on his throat as Steve gave a huge smile and nodded quickly. “Great.” Eddie took a step away, looking away from the warm radiating from Steve

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[kumraa]

“Whats the worst that could happen?!”

She asks swinging her arms around. Her voice echoing through the empty castle we have recently reached. It takes a strong will for me to not clench my sword. She doesn’t know a thing about it. She can’t learn a thing about it. It is impossible for me to talk about it and ignorance is the bliss i let them live in.

“Do not speak of things you don’t know you idiot child.” I clench the tilt of my sword. “Have I not taught you that?”

[love-bugsy]

just really casually thinking about princess bride au jason todd...

Your diligent farm-boy with his rough hands and soft heart, trailing so close behind you that your father starts to call him your shadow. You call him yours. And he is, isn't he? The careful brush of his hands when he lifts you onto your horse, the storm of his eyes lightening when you slip him one of your novels, the wry grin that he saves just for you.

How could you not find a guilty pleasure in ordering him around just to hear the only words he utters in your presence—"As you wish." He calls it duty but you know it by another name.

Jason has no money for marriage, so he leaves your father's employ for the promise of fortune across the sea. Your protests that you are his regardless go unheard and before long, you stand with him at the edge of your property.

"I fear I'll never see you again," you whisper, fingers tracing the set of his jaw. Your farm-boy looks at you through lidded eyes, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I will always return to you," he mutters against your lips like a prayer.

A letter returned in Jason's place—news that pirates had captured his boat. For days you shutter yourself away, refusing to eat or sleep. The Red Hood takes no prisoners. You float through your life like a ghost, only finding reprieve in your dreamless sleep. The days bleed into months and with every glance behind you met with open air, you are emptied.

Perhaps that is why you don't fight when your father accepts the Prince's request for your hand.

~

The gloved hand clutched around your upper arm releases you, throwing you against rough stone. You reach out blindly with bound hands, scraping against rock in an attempt to balance yourself. The blindfold is ripped from your eyes.

After so long in darkness, the daylight blinds you. Blinking against the light, your eyes adjust to your captor. That blood red hood—hem congealing in the blur of your reunion with sunlight, the sanguineous stain of hundreds of victims. Mottled scars mar his exposed chin, sea-green eyes stony when you tear your gaze away from them. Face to face with your farm-boy's killer.

His mouth sets in a hard line as you scrabble to find your footing on rain-slick grass. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. The Red Hood takes no prisoners.

Your eyes dart around at your surroundings – a mountain-top, wind buffeting you from all angles – and when they find his again there's a sick pity in them. The kind you feel for a butterfly in a jar—freedom surrounding it, but nowhere to escape.

You stare at him, eyes remaining unflinchingly open in the face of death—he tells you Jason died nobly and if your hands weren’t pulled tight behind your back, you’d slap him. You settle for kicking your leg out into his shin, eyes dark. Huffing out a dark chuckle, he steps towards you, something like pain flashing across his face when you flinch. You endure the venom in his gravelly voice, bowing under insult after insult. It's only when he accuses you of disloyalty that you snap, standing to face him.

"—I died that day!" Voice cracking over the words, you stand, wrists chafing red raw against the rope that pulls your arms taut. You stumble forward, waterlogged skirt weighing you down and—it's so strange how the pirate seems to freeze, fingers twitching as if to reach out and steady you.

You can't imagine how you must look to him—damsel in a sodden dress, a dried trail of blood down your neck from where your previous captors' blade nicked you, hair whipping wildly in the gale that threatens to send you over the mountain. "And so can you for all I care!" Lunging forward, you shove your shoulder into his chest, sending him careening off the cliffside. You feel righteous for a split second, until a shout echoes over the hillside.

"As—you—wish!”

And when Jason admonishes you for throwing yourself after him – wandering hands checking you for injury – you lean forward, fitting your mouth against his and letting him bring you back to life.

[screechingfromthevoid]

I think the kids are waiting at the sun tree. They've never really done that before. Sleeping by the sun tree. But as they watched their parents and their friends disappear, with fear in their eyes, it was a day full of firsts.

Wolfe ends up running off in a sort of fit. Leona runs after him. They both feel more at home in the woods. They probably went there to calm down. Vesper, as the oldest, decided she needed to get some things in order. Just in case.

And Gwen was going to leave, sneak into her father's office, past all his traps and rigging, until she notices Vax just standing there. Staring at the seams in the bark that aren't really there. She watched him collapse, sitting crisscross on the roots.

So she stayed. She sat next to her big brother, close and leaning on him. Though, she wasn't there looking for support. She had watched his cocky, teenage attitude melt away into a panic. Vax'ildan was panicking.

"They'll be okay," she told him. "They're the heros of the realm. They'll save uncle Vax and the world and come home." She sounded so sure. He had to believe she was right.

They stay there though. For hours. It might have been the most time the pair ever spent with each other. The sun starts wane and their home turns golden and their parents aren't back yet.

Leona and Wolfe come back, their faces red and a little dirty. They hadn't even taken their leathers off. Like they were going home when they saw their siblings still waiting. They flank their siblings, Leona wrapping an arm around Vax's shoulder and Wolfe taking Gwen's hand. Also contented to wait.

The sky is purple by the time Vesper came with blankets, pillows, and large boxes from The Slayer's Cakes. She had all of her siblings favorites picked out. Trinket 's bear claws for Leona. Sun treats for Gwendolyn. Trayon's Blondies for Vax. Keyleth 's almond bark for Wolfe. And her own personal favorite Everlight-as-Air Scones. She brought enough to count as dinner. She wasn't their head of household. She was their big sister. She didn't need to make sure they ate well or went to bed on time. That wasn't her job. Not yet.

The stars were out that night for them, granting them the family time that they desperately needed. They laughed and stole each other's pastries. They danced around any subject related to parents or their aunts and uncles away. Hunting and tinkering and spying were all fair game. The twins fought, Vax'ildan rolled his eyes and they got him to smile. Gwen listened carefully. Vesper counted the hours since their parents left.

She thought the sun might rise and they'd never see them again. She thought they would have to gather their things in the morning sun and start their new lives emerging from the roots on the sun trees. She thought-

The bark of the sun tree cracked and groaned as it split. All of the De Rolo children held their breaths. Aunt Pike, Uncle Scanlan (in centaur form?), the ashari man, Uncle Grog, a very beautiful and very scary elf woman.

Then father. Then mother hanging on the arm of a strange man they recognized immediately.

[fahclove]

Lost is one of those shows that ask the important questions, like “Would you kill baby Hitler?” and answers that with a resounding “Yes.”

[daenysx]

good morning