#An Ego Thing By Finn

[finntheehumaneater]

An Ego Thing (Part 3/???)

IT’S HERE, YAY. Sorry this took so fucking long, but homework is a bitch, and I had a DND campaign to go to yesterday. Anyways—here it is. Enjoy :)

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Telling Steve was so much harder than Eddie thought it would be. It wasn’t just something that he could say or spit out while Steve argued with him over how fucking unfair all of this was to him—and it was. It was unfair to Steve, Eddie knew that. He didn’t deserve to feel like this because of Eddie’s mistake.

And he just needed to say it. To tell him, but that was so fucking hard. He didn’t like Steve. He knew that—it was much, much more than that—but he didn’t want to say that he loved him, because that still didn’t feel right, and it felt too forward. But there wasn’t any other way to put it that would make Steve understand.

This had made the next few days absolute fucking torture. Hawkins was small enough that it was easy to run into the same person a few times, and the universe had decided that it was exactly what Eddie needed—to see Steve everywhere. To see how he would glance at Eddie, and then look away, his face set and his cheeks red, frowning at the ground beneath him like he just wanted Eddie to disappear off the face of the earth—and to be fair, Eddie thought that sounded like a wonderful idea.

Robin hadn’t stopped bugging him about it, either—telling him to just do it, to which he pointed out that she still hadn’t told Nancy about how she felt towards her, and that seemed to get her to shut the fuck up for a while. Only for a while. Because it was torture for her, too—seeing Steve like this.

Maybe he should call Steve? But what would he even say? Confessions over the phone were a nightmare, but maybe if he didn’t have to look at Steve while he said it, being turned down wouldn’t hurt as bad, since he could just hang up and never have to see Steve again.

Then again, why did he even need to tell him? To make Steve feel better? To make himself feel better? He sure as hell wouldn’t feel better if—no, not if—when Steve rejected him. He was going to get put down. Immediately, most likely. Because there was no way that Steve fucking Harrington was into him. 

No chance in Hell.

So why even bother?

No, no, no—he was doing this for Steve. He could do it. Maybe. Probably. Maybe not. Fuck, he really didn’t want to do this.

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Eddie’s hands were shaking as he dialed Steve’s number, sweat making it hard to grip the phone without it slipping. The phone was old—only a few years or so, but still—so some of the number keys stuck when he pressed them, which meant he had to try a few times, giving him plenty of time to doubt his decision.

It was pretty late at night. How long had the phone been ringing? Maybe Steve was avoiding him? But how would he know it was Eddie calling? Maybe he was asleep? Maybe he was out? Maybe—

“Hello?” Steve’s voice came through, and Eddie had to force himself still to keep from gasping in surprise at the sudden loud, scratchy voice. There was loud music playing in the background, and the sound of people yelling and talking, which made it a bit hard to make out Steve’s voice.

“Steve..” Eddie whispered, and when he didn’t get a response, he figured Steve couldn’t hear him. “Steve.” He said again, a bit louder.

“Eddie.” It came out as more of a sigh than anything. He sounded tired. Annoyed, upset, hang up, hang up, hang up—

“Steve…” Eddie repeated, because he didn’t know what else to say. No—he knew what to say, but he didn’t know how to say it. Which didn’t make any sense. He was going to get in his van and just leave all of Hawkins entirely if this went poorly.

“Eddie—“

“Look, Steve, I am so fucking sorr—“ There was a loud crash on the other end of the line, and Steve sighed, muttering an exasperated ‘oh, fuck…’ under his breath. 

“Hold on, man.” Was all he said, leaving Eddie in silence as the phone clicked off. He could’ve just put him on hold. Maybe he wasn’t going to call back? That would be a relief. But it would also fucking suck because Eddie was trying to do something.

Steve did call back, a few moments later, and it was very quiet until Eddie looked around and then sighed. “This is a bad time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry. I—“ 

“I have to go.”

“Oh. Are—it sounds like you’re having a party, or some shit.” Eddie found himself absentmindedly twisting his fingers in his hair, so he dropped his hand to the side, hesitating.

“Something like that. It’s for a friend. My house is big so I told her to just…have it here.” Steve mumbled, his voice still barely audible over all the noise.

“Oh...Alright.”

“I’ll see you around, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly and he cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, yeah…see you around.”

The phone clicked off again, and Eddie placed it back on the wall, the wire twisting and curling. 

Well, fuck.

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part 1 and part 2

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[sunrise-imagines]

Hello! May I please request headcanons for both Simon and the Winter King with a S/O who’s very feminine and girly? Also a bit of a coward/ damsel in distress type? Thank you so much!

No problem! Enjoy :)

Simon Petrikov/Winter King x Feminine! Damsel! Reader

Simon Petrikov:

• To be honest, he’s also pretty cowardly, but although he isn’t as brave and strong as Finn and Jake , when it comes down to it he always puts your safety and wellbeing above all else, even his own.

• Even though he’s scared himself, he’ll try his best to be the knight in shining armor you deserve

• He’ll sit outside the dressing room in stores while you try on dress after dress, always telling you that you look beautiful no matter what you wear. To him, anything and everything looks good on you!

• Tries to help you apply your makeup, but he always gets flustered being so close to your face and might accidentally poke your eye trying to do your mascara (Sorry honey!)

• One thing he is good at is painting your nails, years of handling delicate artifacts has given him steady hands, and with enough practice he can make some pretty detailed designs

• If he sees a piece of jewelry or an accessory he thinks you might like, he’ll save up his salary to buy it for you as a gift. Eating nothing but cheap ramen and coffee for a month is totally worth it when he sees the smile on your face.

• If you ask him to get dolled up with you, he will be a little hesitant, saying that he could never look as good as you, but with enough persuading and some really good puppy eyes he’ll let you put him in a dress and some minimal makeup. Surprisingly, he finds he likes it more than he though he would!

Winter King:

• Literally a match made in heaven.

• Winter King’s whole thing is being the gentlemanly hero who swoops in to save damsels in distress like you, it feeds his ego so much.

• He’s always ready to valiantly save you from any threat, even something as simple as trying to get something off the top shelf. He’ll burst in the room shouting, “ Fear not, fair maiden! Your King is here to protect you!”

• Sometimes he’ll let Candy Queen kidnap you just so he can be the one to save you, he’s that confident that nothing bad can ever happen to you as long as he’s around.

• He is also very in touch with his feminine side, and he loves that the two of you share this!

• He’ll make matching ice themed outfits for both of you, loving how you look in those icy blues and powdery whites

• Like his voice actor BDG, he loves having his nails painted and will set up regular mani-pedi spa days for you both to relax together.

• Will make you a big, poofy princess gown and invite you to dance with him in the throne room, twirling you around like the scene in Beauty and the Beast.

• He just wants you to always feel as beautiful as he thinks you are.

#adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake imagine #adventure time fanfic #simon petrikov x reader #winter king x reader #fionna and cake #sfw #sfw headcanons

[sophies-junkyard]

NOBODY ASKED but… Obviously Simon’s arc in adventure time solidified the series as one of greatest of all time (and I’m so hyped for this ice king sadness renaissance) but now I’m thinking of OTHER Adventure Time moments that rewired my brain as a kid. In no particular order:

1. “Once the strong guys got it how they liked it they said ‘this is fair now. This is the law.’ Once they were winning they changed the rules”. They really had the cartoon dog say that on tv in 2014.

2. “People get built different. We don’t have to understand it, we just gotta respect it”

3. The entirety of All The Little People. That shit was absolutely nuts for a kids show but also like…. I can’t articulate the lesson I just know there was one and it haunted me. The danger of the human ego. Hubris. Irreverence. Don’t play god bro.

4. Lady and Peebles. When PB ripped Ricardio’s leg off and bashed his skull in with it. And it was so hardcore they edited it out of the episode. Bro. I remember watching that after school one day and how my jaw just DROPPED at a PRINCESS being so brutal. They let her be so fucking angry and that was a game changer.

5. [Finn, about a horrific memory] “that one’s going in the vault. Aaaaaaaaaandd. It’s gone.” I quote that CONSTANTLY. It’s a great way to bring levity to a bad situation, but also forces me to go “hey wait a sec that’s not gonna work forever”. Things don’t stay in the vault.

6. Puhoy. He lived an entire life in that pillow world. He had kids. And then it’s just gone like a dream.

7. The deer. It was probably my first real introduction to horror. The hand wiggle. You all know exactly what I’m referencing. Were the candy people stuck in that well for 6 months???

8. What Was Missing!! Obviously now because it foreshadowed (and confirmed past) Bubbline, but back then just because it was so good??? IMO, this is the episode that defined WHO our main cast was, and how their relationships needed to grow for them to be content. It set up the next 6 years of the show! Plus it gave us 2 absolute BANGERS. Ugh i rewatched that recording so many times it wasn’t even funny.

9. Ghost Princess. Really just for the line where he sounds like he’s gonna shit his pants remembering his death and then in a clear narrator voice he’s like “I was a broken man.”

10. The pajama war episode. Now I’m doing this from memory so I could be wrong, but I think this really marks the start of Finn growing up. “I’ve really enjoyed just… hanging out with you.” The ability to start over with someone you’ve got complicated history with. The kindness. The growth from both of them!! It’s a direct parallel of episode 1 but their tones couldn’t be more different and I love it.

11. The slow and horrifying realization that The Mushroom War was nuclear Armageddon. Mushroom clouds. That went so far over my head as a kid even though they reference it constantly. It finally clicked during “I remember you”. Which I am NOT gonna go into because holy fuck that’s like 18 posts on its own.

12. Goliad! A child mirroring EVERYTHING they see, for better or worse. Seeing Jake in a bad moment screaming at the kids and goliad absorbing that behavior. Seeing she can use fear to control people. Also PB was Fucking Crazy! Her line “I’m not gonna live forever… I would if I could” is even more unhinged when we learn (like years later) that she’s already 900 years old. But she does physically age so I guess there’s that. The Suitor also falls into this category of episodes.

Ok getting into some of the more talked about moments

1. OK I LIED I have to talk about I remember you. I was 11 years old. I turned on the new adventure time episode like usual. 10 minutes later I was grappling with a grief I had never imagined before. Absolutely BAWLING not just for Simon and Marceline (the PLOT), but for what it showed me. The reality that every kid tries not to think about: your loved ones will leave you someday, even if they don’t want to. It’s an episode that becomes more powerful with every year I get older. To get a bit personal, dementia has completely taken my grandparents from me. I’ve seen sides of my grandfather that should never have existed, and I must constantly forgive him for what he does… now that he doesn’t remember me. And someday it’ll be my parents. That’s just the way of the world, ya know? Anyways, I remember my mom got home right as the credits were rolling and we had a long talk about keeping people alive with memory, mortality, and how the future was far away and we should decide on dinner lmao.

2. The Hall of Egress. I was almost 15. Life was changing. I was changing, and it was strange and frightening. That feeling where you know you’re losing your childhood but you just want to cling to it. Follow the same old familiar path, stick with what’s comfortable. But life doesn’t work that way. It took me years to really understand this episode and it’s symbolism. Honestly I still don’t think I could fully explain it. It’s like. How do I put this. I was so glad to be in the target age group in that moment. I was so glad that something I was growing up with was assuring me “you’re changing, but we’re changing too”. And isn’t that the theme of adventure time? Everything stays, but it still changes.

3. The absolute horror of Ferns existence. He’s Finn, but he’s wrong and warped. All those memories of the people he loves and they can’t stand to be in the same room as him.

4. Susan Strong. The introduction of a RUNNING PLOT. The show up to that point had really been so goofy and so monster of the week. I think the only really plot heavy episode before this one was It Came From the Nightosphere? And then suddenly they call into question the fact that Finn really is the ONLY HUMAN in all of OOO. And then… is he? It was SUCH a departure from the usual tone. Ending that episode with him reaching below her hat and gasping in shock, but never telling the audience what he found. And then she’s just gone. Which leads us to Islands!

5. Min and Marty. Second saddest episode in the entirety of adventure time, made worse because you know exactly how this family is gonna end up. There’s SO MUCH to dissect about Martins behavior in the series. A reformed con artist receives a traumatic brain injury while attempting to save his son. They’re both lost at sea, and he never looks for him. Was it the emotional trauma? Was it the physical damage? Meanwhile a mother loses her husband and her child in a single night and never EVER learns why. Nobody but Martin knows what happened that night. Also Finns fear of the ocean from season 1 is finally explained. 7 years of ignoring Finns origins and then they throw you THIS??? Watching it live was unreal.

Anyways I’m sure I’ll think of more. I might add on to this later for my own sake lmao, but I’d love to hear other peoples formative moments, quotes, episodes, etc. I really just needed to dump this information out of my brain so I can get on with my week.

#If you see this you’re obligated to comment an adventure time moment that lives rent free in your head #or don’t it’s your life babe #I have nobody in my life who has watched adventure time and therefore I must ramble here to myself #adventure time #princess bubblegum #marceline #ice king #finn the human #fern #Fionna and cake #this is my life #bubbline

[ametrinearrows]

Win For Her

Dominik had always been passionate about wrestling. Growing up, he had watched his father, the legendary Rey Mysterio, dazzle the WWE Universe with his acrobatics and charisma. Now, as a rising star in the company, Dominik found himself on a similar path, but with an unexpected twist - he had fallen in love with YN YLN, Triple H's niece, who had become one of the biggest supporters he’s ever had. 

YN had wrestling in her blood, just like Dominik. She had grown up around the business, listening to her uncle's stories, and watching the greats like The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and of course, her favorite, Triple H, make their mark. When she and Dominik started dating, it was as if fate had brought them together. Their shared passion for the squared circle was the glue that bound their hearts, among other things. 

Every week, YNN would be in the audience, watching Dominik's matches with bated breath. She could see the dedication and hard work he put into each performance, and she was proud of how much he had grown as a wrestler. Dom, in turn, knew she was watching and wanted to make her proud with every move he made in the ring. In his head, he was only performing for her. 

One evening, after a successful match on RAW, Dominik found himself backstage, catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow. Finn Balor approached him with a congratulatory pat on the back. "Great job out there, man. You're really making a name for yourself." 

The younger man smiled, grateful for the support of his peers. But as he looked over Finn's shoulder, he saw YN standing there with her uncle. She was beaming with pride, and her eyes were fixed on him as she carried on the conversation with Hunter. 

Feeling a surge of motivation, Dom turned his attention back to Finn and said, "Thanks, dude. I appreciate it." He gestured toward YN with his head before continuing, "I can't let her down." 

The Irishman followed Dominik's gaze and nodded knowingly. "I get it, man. She's your biggest fan, and she believes in you. Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll make her proud every time you step into that ring. I don’t think she could ever not be proud of you." 

Dominik's heart swelled with determination. He knew that no matter how tough the competition got or how challenging the road ahead was, he had YN's unwavering support. With a renewed sense of purpose, he headed over to where YN and Triple H were standing. When he finally got up to the duo, they stopped talking.  

“Oh, am I not worthy of being a part of the conversation?” he questioned playfully as he wrapped his arms around her waist. 

YNN shook her head. “No. Not at all. Hearing someone brag about you gives you too much of an ego.” 

Hunter laughed at his niece’s comment. “Your aunt used to say the same thing about me.” 

“Because it was true,” she said in a humorous voice. “I don’t remember a whole lot from back then, since I was a legit child, but I do remember that. Walking around like you own the place because one person said, ‘Triple H is the best there ever was’ or ‘Helmsley sure knows what he’s doing’. That was all it took.” 

“You would know the feeling if you would get in the ring and spare with someone.” her uncle noted. 

The YEC-eyed girl shook her head once more. “Nah, I'm good with just watching.” 

Dom placed his head on her shoulder and asked, “Why not?” 

“I hurt myself enough on my own. I don’t need a colleague to do it for me. Hard pass.” The three of them shared a good laugh at her statement. It was hard for either Dominik or Triple H to argue that point.  

Even if YN didn’t wrestle, she was a great support system for the two of them. Dom was grateful to have her by his side and knowing that she always had his back no matter what move he made gave him the strength to keep going.  

#ametrine arrows #ametrine arrows imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #Monday night raw #smackdown #Dominik mysterio #Dominik mysterio x reader #Dominik mysterio imagine #Dominik mysterio imagines #Dominik mysterio fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

[kyleoreillylover]

Hii ! I love your works it's just so amazing!! Can I request a Dominik mysterio x reader and it's just fluff please?

Snuggles ➶ 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the rest of the Judgment Day have 2 things to do: Annoy the Bloodline and conduct business with them. But Dominik wants to add a third thing on the list, snuggling with you and not letting you go.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words, I'm so glad you love my works!! I hope this is all the fluff you wanted and is up to your standards lol. Hope you all enjoy! Also if you want to be added to a tag list for any future works I write, let me know in the comments!!

Warnings: Arguing (but it's just Jimmy and Solo lol), Mentions of drinking, etc.

You laughed with the rest of Judgment Day as you walked down the dimly lit hallway, Dominik's arm draped casually over your shoulder as the four of you made your way towards the Bloodline's locker room.

"How mad you think they're gonna be when they come back?" You giggled, leaning into Dominik's touch as you stepped closer to the locker room door.

"Stupidly mad." Rhea grinned, eyes flickering to the sticker on the door reading 'Bloodline Only.' She chuckled, nudging Finn, making him bring the keycard out Paul Heyman so graciously gave you all.

"That's half the fun of it. Can't wait to see Jimmy's stupid face when he sees us." Finn cackled, unlocking the door with a soft click.

"And Solo's face too, how did you get Paul to keep his mouth shut?" Damien turned to you and Rhea as you walked in the room, giving Dominik a smile when he pushed you in front of him and let you pass him first.

"Let's just say me and Rhea are very convincing." You answered as you all took in the room. The wide TV playing highlights from earlier matches, plush amenities on the tables, a dressing room area with neatly organized suitcases and gear, and comfortable chairs scattered around.

"Damn, this is fancy." Dominik whistled, bringing you to the plush couch and settling down, pulling you into his lap. "Cozy too," he added, wrapping his arms around you.

Rhea plopped down on a chair, crossing her legs as Finn and Damien looked around. "Jesus, he really is obsessed with himself." She commented, eyes on the pictures of Roman lining the walls.

You giggled at her words, nestling your head in Dominiks shoulder, your legs around his waist. "I think he has some sort of ego kink."

Dominik and Rhea laughed with you, Dominiks hands scratching gently down on your back as Finn let out a low whistle, walking over to the table and inspecting the snacks laid out.

"Look at all this! We've got to come here more often." Finn tossed a bag of chips to Damien, making him catch it with a smile. "Anyone up for some snacks while we wait?"

"Now you're speaking my language, man." Damien chuckled, catching the bag of chips and settling down on the couch next to you and Dom.

"So, how long do you reckon until they're done?" Rhea asked, leaning back in her chair, her boots propped up on a nearby table.

Finn sat down, eating his chips and shrugging. "You know Jimmy likes to gloat, and Solo is not far behind, so probably a while." Finn replied between bites. "But Paul said he wouldn't keep us waiting long."

You picked your head up from Dominik's shoulder, trying to keep a laugh from bubbling out when he tried to bring your head back turning to Finn.

"So, we've got some time to kill, huh?" You grinned, glancing around the room. You eyed the TV, the snacks, and then Dominik. "Wanna watch some Netflix while we wait for those goons?"

Dominik chuckled, his arms still securely around you. "Sounds good to me. What do you feel like watching?"

Rhea smiled mischievously at you, grabbing the TV Remote. "Wanna watch some horror then while we wait?"

Damien smirked, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I'm game." Finn nodded, grabbing another bag of chips. "Horror it is."

You cuddled further into Dominik's arms, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, smiling down at you.

"If you get scared, I'll protect you," he teased, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his cheek in return. "Think it'll be the other way around." You joked as the movie played on the TV.

And the waiting game began.

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After 30 minutes, Jimmy, Solo, and Paul were all heading to the locker room after their brawl with LA Knight and John Cena. Jimmy was fuming after being attacked, slamming the door open since he is in front of everyone.

"What the hell is this!?" Jimmy walks in to the sight of the 5 of you having matching smirks on your face as he yelled at you.

"What's wrong?" Solo walks in the room after hearing the yelling, peering inside to see you sprawled onto the couch, Finn and Damien sitting side by side as Dominik playing with a llama with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, your legs in Rhea's lap.

"That's no way to treat a guest, Jimmy." You pouted, smiling innocently at him. Rhea mirrored your smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

"She's right, Jimmy. Thought you'd have better hospitality." Rhea remarked with faux disappointment.

"Ya'll are in the wrong locker room! Get the hell out!" Jimmy snarled, pointing angrily at the door.

"We're actually right where we belong, mate." Finn smirked, taking a casual bite of a chip. "Isn't that right?" Damien smirked and nodded. "You're completely right, Finn."

Dominik looked up from his lama , grinning at an angry Jimmy. "And this is a really nice place, we're definitely gonna come here more often, aren't we guys?"

Jimmy's face turned bright red with rage, and he crosses the room and stepped in front of you guys.

"What are you even doing here?" He questioned with a scowl. "Solo, get them out!"

"Oh, Paul didn't tell you?" You glanced at Paul, who had entered the room behind Jimmy. He looked sheepish, avoiding eye contact.

"Oops, our bad. Must've slipped his mind," you said with mock innocence, earning a chuckle from Finn.

"Solo, there will be no need for that." Paul stopped Solo, placing a calming hand on his shoulder.

"They're here as guests. I may have forgotten to mention it, but they're perfectly welcome."

"Exactly. Paul invited us here to conduct some business under Roman's orders" Rhea explained, her voice turning serious as she looked at Jimmy. "So, unless you want to mess with your dear Tribal Chief, I suggest you calm down and show us some respect."

Jimmy's jaw dropped in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You've got to be kidding me..."

Solo, still seething with anger, glared at all of you. "This is ridiculous."

"Why didn't you tell us!" Jimmy turned his anger onto Paul, who gaped at him for a moment before clearing his throat. It was very entertaining.

"I must've slipped my mind, my apologies," Paul stammered, clearly trying to save face. You snickered alongside the rest of your friends at the sight.

"Looks like the Judgment Day will be staying a bit longer, then," Finn chimed in, looking far too pleased with the situation.

"Which means the rest of you need to leave. Rhea and I only need to speak to Paul, so the rest of you can go." You spoke up, still running your fingers through Dominik's hair, his head perking up at the sound of your voice.

"Exactly. So, why don't you show the gentleman out?" Rhea suggested, giving Jimmy and Solo a pointed look.

Jimmy immediately protested, shaking his head and glaring at you all. "Ain't no way we leaving. Ya'll need to get your asses outta my room!"

Damien stood up at his tone, crossing his arms over his chest and sizing Jimmy up. "Listen to the ladies. Leave, or we'll make you two leave."

Jimmy backed up when Damien took a step forward, knowing Damien could easily snap him in half.

Dominik smirked at the confrontation, lifting his head from your lap. "Yeah, Jimmy, we wouldn't want you to get hurt in your own locker room, now would we?" He teased, his playful tone only making Jimmy more furious.

Jimmy was about to explode with anger, but Paul grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Jimmy, this is under Tribal Cheifs orders, very specific orders. And you know Roman doesn’t want his business being messed with. and you wouldn’t want to mess with that and make the chief mad and have to face the consequences, would you? Paul warned him in a serious tone, fearful of what would happen if he messed up Roman's plans.

Jimmy finally relented, rolling his eyes but he knew he couldn't go against the Tribal Chief's orders.

"Fine, but this ain't over," Jimmy grumbled, glaring one last time at all of you before storming out of the room, Solo following him with a huff.

“You guys okay to be okay alone with Paul?” Damien asked you and Rhea once they left, Dominik perking up at the question.

“You sure you don’t need us for backup, hermosa?” Dominik discarded the llama and picked his head up from your lap and sat up in concern, tightening his grip on you.

You smiled at Dominik, patting his cheek affectionately. "We'll be fine, Dom, Paul isn't going to bite us," you reassured him, rubbing his back soothingly.

Rhea gave him a smile, fist-bumping him. "Besides, it's just business talk. We'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

Dominik reluctantly nodded, still looking a bit concerned but trusting your judgment. "Alright, but you owe me snuggles.” He kissed your nose, making you giggle.

“I promise, I'll make it up to you," you replied with a wink, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Dominik melted into your kiss and stood up, stretching before looking at the others. "Let leave the ladies to their business then."

The rest of Judgment Day followed Dominik's lead and made their way out of the locker room, leaving you and Rhea alone with Paul.

“Now that everyone is gone…” Rhea picked up on your tone, finishing the sentence you had started. She leaned forward, a serious expression on her face. “Let’s get down to business.” Paul sat down in front of you two, gulping at the looks on you and Rhea’s faces, your glares making him nervous.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Of course ladies, let’s discuss our deal.”

You and Rhea exchanged a knowing glance, then turned your attention back to Paul. “But first, you need to do something for us.” Rhea began, glare never leaving her face.

Paul swallowed hard, nodding. “Whatever you ladies need, just name it.”

You leaned forward, your eyes locked onto Paul's. “We need you to acknowledge us.”

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You and Rhea made your way out the room, smiling to each other as you spotted the boys waiting for you in the hallway.

Dominik immediately walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you, and planting a soft kiss on your lips. "How did it go in there?"

You grinned, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perfect. We got what we needed, trust me.”

Rhea dabbed up Finn and Damian. “We’ve got Paul right where we want him, and Jimmy and Solo will be at our beck and call at your tag team match on Monday.”

Dominik squeezed you a little tighter in his embrace. "That's my girl," he said with a proud smirk.

Finn grinned at Rhea’s words, giving you both a proud smile. “Nice work, ladies. Cody and Jey won’t know what hit them.”

Damien smirked confidently, looking at one half of tag team championships around his waist. “With Paul under our thumb and The Bloodline wrapped around our fingers, we're unstoppable."

You smiled, feeling the sense of accomplishment wash over you.

“Now we can party!”

Damien's eyes lit up at your words. "Hell yeah, let's celebrate!" He hollered, clapping you on the back.

Finn hollered with him, "Bet none of you can't drink more than me!"

Dominik scoffed, his arm around your waist. "You can barely drink more than me, Finn."

Damien chuckled at their words, "Says the lightweight. You guys aren't on my level."

"Newsflash, none of you idiots can't drink as much as me." Rhea butt in with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Finn's shoulder.

The three bickered while walking out of the arena, you and Dominik sharing a look as you trailed behind them.

"They are so gonna get drunk."

You chuckled, leaning into Dominik's side as you watched your friends argue about who could handle their alcohol better. "Wanna bet on who's gonna throw up first?"

"Definitely you." You gasped playfully, swatting his chest. "That is so not true!"

Dominik gave you a knowing look. ""I've seen you after a couple of drinks, mi amor. You start giggling like crazy, and then you get all lovey-dovey. And then 9 times out of 10 you get sick."

You rolled your eyes, pouting dramatically. "That is not going to happen!"

Dominik chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "I'll believe it when I see it, cariño."

You let out a mock huff, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm gonna prove you wrong, I promise you that."

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You, in fact, did not prove him wrong.

You stumbled into your hotel room later that night, giggling uncontrollably, with Dominik supporting you as you leaned on him.

"See, I told you," Dominik teased, helping you sit down on the bed. "You can't handle your liquor, mi amor."

"No, I am handling it! I'm handling it reallllyy welllll." you protested, though your words were slurred. Maybe you shouldn't have challenged Rhea as to who could take the most shots. She always wins.

Dominik had an amused smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to take off your shoes, which you managed to do after a few attempts.

"Yeah, you're a definitely handling it reallyyyy welllll." he teased, kneeling down to help you with the other shoe. You pouted, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"You're mean, babe. I thought you were on my side."

He chuckled, finishing with your shoes and then standing up. "I am on your side, cariño. I'm just messing with you."

You gave him a playful scowl, then suddenly your mood shifted, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy, affectionate kiss. "I love you, Dom," you slurred.

Dominik couldn't help but laugh at your sudden shift in mood. He wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss, his lips slow but sweet against your own in a gentle manner, not wanting to overwhelm you in your current state. "I love you too, mi amor," he whispered against your lips before planting another sweet kiss on them.

You melted into the kiss, feeling a warmth wash over you, and the dizziness from the alcohol seemed to fade away for a moment. Dominik's tenderness always had that effect on you, making you forget anything and everything but him and his touch.

He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Feeling a bit better now, cariño?" Dominik asked, his voice soft and full of affection.

You nodded slowly, a content smile on your face. "Much better now," you replied, your voice still a bit slurred but your gaze clear and focused on Dominik's. "You always make me feel better, Dom."

Dominik's heart swelled with love at your words, and he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "And I always want to make you feel that way."

You smiled, your drunken state his words mean that much more to you. "You're the best, Dom," you whispered, pulling him into another sweet kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Dominik returned your kiss with the same tenderness, his heart overflowing with his love for you. But when you grabbed the back of his head to try and deepen it, he gently pulled back. "As much as I'd love to, cariño, you've had enough to drink for one night."

You pouted playfully, protesting, "But I want you, Dom." He chuckled, his eyes full of adoration.

"I want you too, mi amor, but I want you to remember it."

You sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed with your arms outstretched." But I need you. Like really need you."

Dominik laughed at your dramatic self and crawled onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you. "You'll have me, cariño, just not right now." He leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. "You need some rest. We can have each other tomorrow."

You sighed contentedly after the sweet kiss, your eyes fluttering with a sense of warmth. "Fine, tomorrow," you mumbled, snuggling into Dominik's side, your hand finding his, fingers entwining and almost falling asleep on his chest.

"Baby, as much as I want to cuddle with you, you need to change first." Dominik gently reminded you, trying to stifle a chuckle at your intoxicated state.

"Don't wanna get up." You giggled, nuzzling your face into his chest. "Too comfy with you, Dom.Y ou smell so good."

Dominik couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I know, mi amor, but we can cuddle after you change. You'll still be comfy with me, I promise."

You didn't let him go, moving even closer to him. "Carry me, babe."

Dominik chuckled, finding your request absolutely adorable. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up gently and cradling you in his arms as he stood. "You're lucky you're so cute," he teased, making his way to the bathroom with you in his arms.

He helped you brush your teeth and get changed, and then carried you back to bed, wrapping you up in the cozy blankets. Dominik joined you, pulling you close, and you snuggled against his chest.

"You promised me snuggles, remember?" Dominik playfully reminded you, smiling as you nodded sleepily, your eyelids heavy as you nestled even closer to Dominik's warmth. "I didn't forget, Dom. You give the best snuggles."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I love you." Dominik smiled, holding you close. "I love you too, mi amor. Sweet dreams."

"You promise I can have you tomorrow?" You asked, your eyes half-closed, your voice soft and dreamy.

"I promise," Dominik replied, kissing your forehead as his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back as you started to drift off to sleep. "You can have all of me tomorrow, every moment, cariño. Goodnight."

You smiled sleepily, feeling completely safe and loved in Dominik's arms. "Can't wait."

Dominik watched with a smile as you drifted off to sleep, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until his eyes grew heavy.

He pulled you even closer before he succumbed to sleep, finally relaxed and content, getting all the snuggles he wanted.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe fic #rhea ripley #fanfic #nxt #wwe #nxt x reader #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fanfiction #the judgment day x reader #the judgment day #the judgement day imagine #wwe x black reader #wwe x oc #wwe fluff #dominik mysterio fluff

[shelbycompanylmtd]

Closer Than You Think

Warnings: smut

I’m back from the dead x

Myself and Finn had a strange relationship. I’m a close friend to the Shelby family. My Father passed away during the war and ever since my Mother has only come home to sort herself out and then disappear again to do God knows what.

I found comfort in my neighbours. Especially Polly Gray. She taught me about her spiritual ways when I was most down and introduced me to the three eldest of the Shelby boys when they came home from the war.

I’d say Finn and I have always been friends but now I’m involved in the Shelby business as Tommy’s secretary, we bypass each other with a simple ‘Hi’ and carry on.

I’ll admit, I’ve always had an infatuation with Finn. As he grew older and basically grew into his Peaky hat, he could command a room with just his eyes.

Even though I’m usually Tommy’s secretary, today I’m acting as Finn’s as Tommy says he could use a hand organising the mounds of documents in his office.

He was currently reading through a pile of papers I’d asked him to sort through to see if they were rubbish or not. ‘What are you doing for lunch?’ He spoke into the quiet room. Stood near the window wiping the dust off a cabinet I had cleared I replied, ‘I’m not sure, might just see what Polly’s doing’. He hummed to himself as I asked him what he was doing for lunch. ‘I’ve got a whore on the way, she shouldn’t be long’ he replied bluntly.

I rolled my eyes trying to think of any reason this man would need to pay for sex. I don’t think he realises half of Small Heath are drooling over him, including myself. I was preparing to excuse myself as I didn’t want to be in the room when she arrived. Movement outside the window caught my eye. ‘Is your whore Chinese?’ I asked. ‘I think so, why?’ He got up and walked to the window. ‘She’s just put a knife in her pocket, this is why you shouldn’t pay for random girls to service you’, I stared at him.

He rubbed his nose, ‘oh yeah and where exactly am I meant to find better?’ He was staring down at me. ‘Closer than you think’, I toyed with him. He walked towards the door, thinking I’d done something wrong I carried on sorting my things to leave for lunch. I heard Finn open the door and shout down the hall to Isiah, ‘send that whore away will you’. Isiah shouted back confirmation of some sort.

Finn walked back over to me and pulled me into a kiss. My hands went straight to his chest as the kiss continued. He walked us back to the wall behind us. ‘You should’ve said something sooner’ he said to me. We stared at each other, ‘what do you mean?’ I questioned as I caught my breath. ‘I’ve been wasting my money on random girls when I could’ve been treating you like a queen’ he replied.

He pulled me into another kiss as he picked me up and walked us over to his desk. He moved things out of the way, making it obvious that he was trying to keep things organised as to not reverse all the work I did in the morning. I giggled as he pulled me to sit on his desk. ‘Correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve never?’ He left his question open ended. I blushed as I hid my face in his shoulder, ‘nobody seemed worth it’, I replied. You could tell his ego was soaking in the fact that that meant that he was worth it.

I wore a dress that hugged my waist and fell down to my knees. As he pulled me into another kiss, his hands ran from my waist and down my thighs. He began to push my skirt up to my waist, he made eye contact with me as I nodded for him to carry on. I felt his fingers brush against the cotton of my underwear, letting out a whine as the ache left me wanting more.

I felt his fingers push my underwear to the side as his hand cupped behind my knee to pull my leg up round his waist. His fingers brushed my clit as he pulled me into another kiss, being in complete control of the current moment. He pulled away from the kiss, our foreheads still touching ‘you’re unreal’ he whispered. I let out a moan, pushing myself closer to his hand.

He abruptly pulled his hand away, pulling a whine from my mouth. ‘Be patient’, he toyed with me. His hands began to pull the zipper down at the back of my dress. As I pulled the dress off my shoulders, my hands then began to unbutton his shirt. His jacket discarded early this morning. My hands slid down his chest beginning to unbuckle his belt. He pushes my hands away, ‘I’m not done with you yet’, he smirks.

He lifts me up to pull the dress from my waist, shoes discarded at the same time. He places his hand on my stomach and pushes me to lie back on the desk. He bends to kiss my stomach as my fingers tangle in his hair. His fingers reach to pull my underwear down and then undo my bra. He looks down at me as I look up at him, both admiring what we see.

He sits in the chair infront of his desk and leans forward so his tongue can work its way over my clit. My hands fly back to his hair as I moan and curve my back away from the desk. He flicks his tongue back and forth as I feel the pressure building in my stomach. I feel his fingers brush up my leg to join his tongue as he pushes one finger inside of me. I could cry at how good it feels. I moan his name as I pull on his hair.

He pulls away from my clit and kisses my thigh as he pushes two fingers in me. I could feel the pain but the pleasure took over. My hand reached behind my head as I held onto the edge of the desk. I moaned out into the room as Finn watched his fingers push in and out. I needed to feel more so my hand wanders down and starts to play with my clit. ‘Fucking hell’ I hear him whisper.

I make eye contact with him as he begins to lean over and pull me into a heated kiss. One hand holds the back of his head as the other scratches at his shoulder. His thumb plays with my clit as his fingers pick up the pace. Pushing me over the edge as I start to convulse on the desk in front of him. I let out a string of curse words whilst moaning his name. He continues kissing me as my high comes and goes.

He circles my clit slowly, watching me react as he stares into my eyes. He kisses my cheek, my shoulder, my neck. ‘Come on, lunch was over 15 minutes ago.’ He whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes at him as I tried to get myself ready again. He helps me where he can and I go back to my temporary desk in the corner of his room.

We sorted a few more papers out before Tommy and Arthur were bursting through the door telling us a man had sent a whore to kill Finn. We both laugh and explain he’s fine. Tommy looks at both of us, ‘I left you two alone for less than 24 hours and this is what you do’. He walks out with Arthur.

Part 2 anyone?

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinder imagine #finn shelby smut #finn shelby imagine #finn shelby

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Write something about Marceline meeting up with Simon after the finale?

"You know I love you, right?" Marceline flat out asks him, because this girl has never gone around or over anything that she could plunge straight through. Simon always admired that about her even when this trait of hers caused him a fair few heart attacks.

Simon adjusts his glasses, clearing his suddenly dry throat. "Yes, I am aware."

They're at his house, with boxes of his things piled up around him. Bonnie, Finn, and Marcy all came over to help Simon move out of his old house into a new, more private arrangement. But Finn and Bonnie cleared out some time ago, when Marcy sat him down with a mug of his favorite tea. It was an ambush in everything bit name.

Simon supposes that he deserves it. He hasn't exactly... made time to speak with Marceline and happily allowed her to divert her focus away from him. Someone snitched on him, clearly.

"Hmmm..." Marcy squints at him, absently spinning the mug in front of her. The now dull grey drink sloshes lazily within. "When... When you had your big revelation about Betty, that musta messed you up pretty bad."

Simon stares at the woman that was essentially his daughter. Even as a little girl, she had always been prodigiously insightful and observant.

"This... This was different. Betty was my partner. I was supposed to check in with her, make sure we were on the same page. You, on the other hand-"

"Are you about to explain my feelings to me, Simon?" Marcy cuts in. "Or make an assumption about me based entirely on your perception of me?"

Oooh. Even if she didn't have fangs, Marceline could cut with the sharp edge of her tongue. A conflicting sense of pride and shame tightens his chest. He looks down at his mug of tea, taking a very long drink.

Marceline sighs. "I'm not five years old. I'm fully capable of making decisions - healthy decisions even."

"I know that!" Simon snaps back, thumping a fist on the table. "It's precisely because you're all grown up that I didn't want to say anything. Look at you, you're so happy! You don't need to bother with a sad old man like me."

Marceline gently grabs hold of his fist. "If you did tell me, what was the worst case scenario?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm doing better now. I'm going through therapy. I'm fine -"

"Please answer the question."

Simon stays stubbornly silent for a few second. Marceline squeezes his hand until her grip begins to hurt. He shoots her a petulant glare and she offers an innocent smile.

"I could make you sad. There. I said it."

"Well... I've been sad before. I got better."

Simon stares at this woman who he used to carry with only one arm. She's near his height, possibly taller. If he tried to carry her, she'd float to spare his ego. She grew up and he was there but not really and it's just another one of the Crown's costs.

"Simon." Marceline is hovering over the table now. "I lost you for a second there. What's that big brain of yours overly complicating now?"

Simon frowns at her. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Uhuh, listen. My partner is a certified genius, so I know for a fact that you geniuses tend to lack a lotta common sense."

"Have you told Bonnie this?"

"Verbatim. But this isn't about her, or me. This is about you."

Simon grits his teeth. "It's been 'about me' for long enough, hasn't it?" He shoves away from the table, gets onto his feet, and picks a random box to start piling stuff in. This will absolutely ruin Bonnie's meticulous organization, but that's just...

He sighs, steps back, looks at the label on the box before picking up Bonnie's abandoned clipboard to figure out the correct items for the box. In that whole time, Marceline doesn't speak. But he can feel her eyes on him like the sun through a magnifying glass. He sorts his stuff. She lets him.

Simon takes a deep breath. "I thought... It's bad enough that you spent all those thousand years watching over me. Then it turns out that even before I had the Crown, Betty was doing all of that. I just... I'm so useless."

"You're not-"

"Yes, yes, yes. But I... I need some time to work on myself, you know? I'm tired of being so..."

A hand settles on Simon's shoulders. He turns and jolts as he sees Marceline with a thin film of tears over her eyes. He immediately reaches over, pressing his palms against her face, thumbing the space beneath her eyes.

"Oh see, now I've made you cry."

Marceline shrugs. "It won't kill me."

"But that's the thing! You don't have to-"

"It's not that!" Marceline pulls away from him. "I don't have to do anything, you're right! But I want to stay with you!"

She blows out a short, ragged breath, running a hand through her hair. Simon slowly lowers his hands, crossing his arms and hunching over as if to protect his soft underbelly.

"I'd be rotten company."

Marceline fiercely shakes her head. "Not to me. Not if it's you."

Simon bites his lip. There's a tightness in his chest as if his heart was bloated from too much blood. He can't look away from her and yet he can't stand to stay seen.

"You don't want my help, fine. You've got professionals looking after you. And that's great. But please don't shut me out. I can't. Not again."

Marceline looks away for him. And this looks familiar even a thousand years later. The way she holds her head high, the way she clenches her jaw, the way she stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the tears trailing down her face - it's all the same.

Simon wraps both arms around her. She struggles for a second, trying to squirm away before she gives up, leaning into his hold.

"Okay," he murmurs into her shoulder.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Marceline coughs out a tiny giggle. "Are we just gonna keep saying okay to each other until the world ends or what?"

Simon readies a joke but swallows it at the last second. He lets her question hang in the air until it becomes heavy and leaden. She stiffens up, limbs locking and spine straightening.

"I think... I can do that."

"Yeah?" Marceline's voice is sooo small, half disbelief, half hope, and all pure, raw heart.

"Until the world ends... You and me. We're survivors. Remember?"

Marceline laughs, a frail, watery sound from the hollow of her throat. "Yeah. I remember."

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #marceline abadeer #marceline the vampire queen #my specialty is adding as many references as i can

[arcanegifs]

Favorite Side Characters in Arcane 2/?: Finn ↳ "Ego is one thing, brain's another."

#arcane #arcaneedit #arcane finn #finn arcane #finn #arcane league of legends #league of legends arcane #media: arcane #type: gif #s1 ep8 #god i love the animation in this scene #he looks so smooth handling that lighter lmao #rip finn gone too soon

[merci-bitch]

Smut headcanons with Charlize’s characters?

Sure ! And don’t come at me, can’t help that Charlotte is my favourite <3

Not My gifs!

Tag-list: @slutformisswena

Charlize’s characters - nearly being caught in the act

Warning(s): smut obv, swearing,

Lady Lesso

- Heh

- This would be very thrilling for the Dean of the School for Evil.

- She’d find it so deliciously fun to test you.

- Her eyes light up like a child on christmas morning. 

- Girl will cover your mouth. 

- Looking at you with pure lust and mischief in her eyes.

- She won’t stop whatever she’s doing, depsite the harsh knocking on her office door. 

- How evil of her indeed...

- No doubt it’s Dovey.

- Girl always got something to complain about to Lesso.

- She’ll whisper filth in your ears as you try to keep quiet. 

- We both know that is impossible.

- It’s Lesso we’re talking about here. 

- HER NAILS.

- BITING. 

- CURLING HER FINGERS.

- You’re done for it.

- She’ll only stop once the peak is so near.

- Threaten to go open the door. 

- If you end up making noise, she’d find it even more exciting.

- She’d punish you, of course. 

- But with a kind and warm heart. 

Charlotte Field

- Now, as Secretary of State, she doesn’t have a lot of spare time.

- When she does, girl is gone dead in sleep.

- Many, I mean MANY quickies. 

- One time she just couldn’t help herself any longer. 

- She’s disappeared for just a few minutes.

- Dragged you along with her to the bathroom. 

- She’s sitting in your lap.

- Your hand is between her legs. Moving at a rapid pace.

- She has a hard time keeping quiet, even for the smallest thing.

- Your touch is enough to leave her a mess.

- Like she’s being electrocuted.

- Either she’s kissing you, or your hand is covering her mouth. 

- She’s grinding against your hand between her legs, nearly that release she’s been longing for when someone suddenly knocks on the door.

- Charlotte is so startled that she nearly falls out of your lap.

- It’s Margret. 

- Of course it’s Margret. 

- Charlotte almost sobs. She’s that desperate.

- She doesn’t tell you to stop but you do, knowing she’s a very important woman and you respect her title. 

- Girl Charlotte doesn’t care. 

- She has a face of annoyance, a small sigh leaves her lips as she started talking to Margret through the door.

- You start to pull your hand back only for Charlotte to stop you.

- Those eyes of hers. 

- She slowly nods her head at you, encouraging you to continue. 

- You’re a little hesitant about it. Knowing your history with Charlotte not being quiet. 

- Margret will ask if she’s alright, knowing fully well what is going on behind the door.

- She’s a teasing bitch herself.

- Charlotte can’t help the moan that escapes her lips once Margret moves away from the door. 

- A near cry as she finishes. 

Queen Ravenna

- Ravenna is different than all of Charlize’s characters I think.

- She’s actually very private.

- I highly doubt it would ever be a situation like this, because she prefers to do the matter behind the saftey of her own chambers.

- But perhaps Finn could come knocking in the middle of it all.

- She doesn’t really care. 

- She’ll look up into your eyes, and keep going. 

- She’d find a thrill in you trying to be quiet.

- But her ego is LARGE. 

- Behind her closed doors, nobody enters without her permission. 

- There isn’t much more to say about it. 

- The Queen prefers her time alone to be ALONE. 

Elaine Markinson

- She’s similar to Lesso,

- Only she will be so annoyed, it’s frightning. 

- Girl will be pissed off to say the least. 

- Doesn’t matter if she was the one doing the fucking or being fucked. 

- It would most likely happen in her office. 

- She has a certain hour of her day that belongs to you. 

- She always makes sure it belongs to you. 

- Whether you just have lunch together or Elaine decides to be frisky. 

- So when someone decides to disturb her on that hour.

- FIRED.

- Her walls are somewhat thick, and if you’re in her connecting bathroom there isn’t a chance you will be heard, unless she makes you scream...

- She has two options. 

- One: She keeps going, completely shitting in whoever is disturbing her.

- Or two: Getting up, seriously debating whether to kill the person or not for ruining her mood. 

Lorraine Broughton

- Lorraine would be very annoyed. 

- Her mood dropping almost instant.

- Lorraine prefers the real deal when it comes to sex but wouldn’t say no if you asked her nicely. 

- So when she finally acts out of good will, and gives in and someone disturbs.

- Boy is she annoyed. 

- She has thoughts of breaking the person’s neck. 

- Again not much more to say, since her mood will drop. 

Andy

- Andy is soft. 

- But with a dominat hand. 

- Andy cares so much about you, and everything that is you, she sometimes can’t help herself.

- You’re in the shower, the both of you. 

- Finally at a safe house with one. 

- She starts with slow kisses on your shoulder.

- It starts slow, like nothing is intended. 

- Then it just happens.

- It’s so soft it’s <3

- Andy grows desperate.

- One arm wrapped around your waist, and one between your legs. 

- Her soft kissing turning into bites on your shoulders.

- You’re both tired, but it turnd into something you do with ease. 

- It turns more heated despite the warm water running.

- So much that she has you up against the wall. 

- You’re both so lost in the moment, of ages of not being close to each other,

- You don’t notice the door opening. 

- It’s Niko.

- He quickly shuts it again and mumbles something in Italian. 

- Andy has a faint smile on her lips, and a small chuckle.

- While your face is redder than a tomato. 

- She’ll give you a few final kisses before turning off the water and helping you drying off. 

Cipher

- Eh.

- Depends on her mood. 

- Cause she will kill. 

- If it’s in her room, and someone knocks on the door, if someone one even dares to.

- She’d be like Lesso, keep going and make you keep quiet. 

- A bit like Lesso, just without the magic.

Clea Strange

- Big soft mommy vibes.

- It’ll be in the library for exampel.

- Strange would walk in,

- There’s two options for this, Clea would be teasing either way,

- She could be teasing you about Stephen joining, if she knew you would be alright with it, or she’d ask him to leave with her eyes but still teasing you as if he was there. 

- Telling you to close your eyes. 

- She wouldn’t want anyone else to see you like she does. 

- Unless she’s sharing you with Stephen.

- If you were hers first she will def tell Stephen to back off every now and then. 

- You were hers first and you will always be hers. 

#andromache of scythia x reader #lady lesso x reader #clea strange x reader #charlotte field x reader #queen ravenna x reader #lorriane broughton x reader #elaine markinson x reader #cipher x reader

[sldlovescartoons]

It’s funny, in episode 2, Finn actually had the right idea, he just biffed the execution. Simon did need a quest. He did need to be brought to the edge of death to appreciate life. He just went about it in worse way he possibly could.

Simon’s life was stagnate and devoid of meaning, he did need to get out. Simon is an adventurer at heart, he and Betty’s favorite thing to do was travel and go discover shit. Sure, it was to nerdy ends, but he spent a lot of his adult years before the world ended crawling around the wilderness looking for treasure. The world is just… to dangerous for him to that himself. Plus magical artifacts have probably lost their allure… anyway! Simon is a nerd! But he’s and active nerd! Being cooped up like that, unable to explore without being attacked by monsters, is literally a worse case scenario for someone like Simon. So he did need to get out! He needed to do that some amount of safety. And also for a reason.

Because he’s a scientist, he doesn’t just… do things. There’s gotta be a reason. So getting out on an adventure? Yes! Going on an adventure for no reason where you go into dangerous situations deliberately? No! Finn, baby boy, you were so close. But no cigar.

Than there is the obvious… refusal to talk. Simon needs someone to talk to about his life, about Betty. And Finn shuts that shit down. Because he’s not the healthiest coconut on the tree.

Fionna and Cake got him out of the fucking garage and active. Fionna listened to him talk about Betty, encouraged it. Gave him a reason to get up and around. And it was enough that when confronted with the reality of his relationship with Betty he was able to be honest with himself and have himself a little breakthrough. This adventure was probably the first time he felt like a real person, like himself, in a long time. They took him on a quest, had brushes with death (almost getting thrown in a stand mixer of death, vampires, knife at his throat, almost committing ego death viva crown), and he learned to appreciate life again. Because they did it the right way. (Good thing too, because Simon’s a fucking hardhead with some big ass blinders)

#Fionna and cake #simon petrikov #adventure time simon #adventure time

[finntheehumaneater]

An Ego Thing (Final Part?)

part one, part two, part three

Hallo everybody! It is around 01:45 where I am, and I am so fucking tired. BUT I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. MAYBE. I HAVEN’T DECIDED. Anyways, enjoy, and let me know your thoughts because I have never done something like this before and I don’t know if I ended it well.

I posted this on an update thing a few days ago, but I thought it was funny, so I’m going to post it again:

I also did not go over his like…at all. Because if I do it in the morning and not post it now, I won’t end up posting it for like another week, getting caught up on all the little details. So I’m sorry if literally none of this makes any sense. Sorry.

(This part is best enjoyed listening to Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan, for no other reason than that’s the song that I remember listening ti while writing this. And you legally have to listen to it while reading this. And then maybe listen to his most recent album…who knows. I’m just emotionally attached to this man)

(Call Your Mom is also a good song to listen to while reading, but specifically the one with Lizzy McAlpine in it that came out a few days ago)

enjoy :)

— —

What in the actual fuck was he doing? Sitting in his van outside of Steve’s house. He must’ve been insane. He was insane.

He turned off the van and got out of the car, shoes hitting on the icy sidewalk in a way that almost made him slip, and—god fucking damnit—he could hear the music from outside. How loud was it in the house, then? Louder than he wanted it to be.

With a shuddering breath, he carefully walked up the driveway to Steve’s house, staying more on the lightly snowed-over grass than his icy driveway (apparently the salt didn’t make it there, either). His hands were shaking, more than he wanted to admit, as he opened the door, and—

Fuck.

That music was loud.

It smelled like alcohol and nicotine, which was weird, because Eddie knew that the smell of cigarette smoke bothered Steve, now (and Steve had made Eddie stop smoking around him, which was a big ask). He pushed past many groups of drunk girls that all smiled a bit too widely at him, so he just smiled back politely and then kept walking.

Steve wasn’t anywhere. Some of the girls were shooting him weird looks as he gently (or at least tried to be) pushed past, walking around empty beer cans and a few abandoned t-shirts, their owners nowhere to be seen.

Eddie wasn’t going to panic. Sure, he was in a loud place full of people and they kept bumping into him, but he wasn’t going to panic. It wasn’t like he wanted to curl up in the corner of the room and put his hands over his ears—because he liked music. Except when it wasn’t his music. And when he didn’t choose to put it on.

There were a few people standing off to the side, who were having a quiet, and hushed conversation, looking over at him occasionally. He ducked his head low and walked away from them, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, just in case anyone noticed that he hadn’t exactly been invited.

He had done so much illegal shit, and this was the thing that was making him feel guilty?

No—not guilty, anxious. He was feeling anxious—mostly about having to talk to Steve about why he had kissed him. He was still—and very stubbornly—both with and against the idea of telling him.

As hard as he tried, it was getting too much. He kept tripping over empty bottles and cups, bumping into girls who looked drunk out of their minds, so he took the stairs, only to find more people hovering around the next floor of the house. He squeezed through them and knocked on the bathroom door, needing a quiet place to sit before he kept trying to look for Steve.

He secretly hoped that he wouldn’t find him. He didn’t want to lose another friend just because he had made a fucking mistake. 

“Fuck off,” a voice from the other side of the door bit back in response to his knock, the voice sounding raspy and wet—damp and stiff, like the person had been crying.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand—which was still shaking—from the handle. “Shit, no need to—“

Hold on.

Fucking—Hold on.

He knew that voice.

“Steve…?” He whispered hesitantly, leaning a bit closer to the wood of the door to try and hear the person's response over the sound of the music. There was a very long pause, and then some scuffling noises. And then a quiet, softening voice, which immediately hardened over again. 

“Eds…? Fuck…”

“Stevi—Steve…can I come in?” This is not what he had wanted to happen. He had wanted to find Steve and bring him away from all of the noise, talk to him in the quietness of his van, or the small clearing in the woods behind Steve’s house that was only a minutes walk—not long enough to avoid a small, build up conversation to what he actually wanted to say.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” 

There was a click and then the door opened slightly, which Eddie took as an invitation to slip inside, only to find Steve grabbing his arm and quickly tugging him inside, shoving him away towards the now-closed door. Eddie felt all too cornered, like this. Much more than he had felt with Robin, but in a worse way, since he knew that Steve wasn’t going to actually hurt him in the ways that Robin was thinking about before Eddie had explained everything to her.

He held up his hands in surrender, his eyes widening. “…Hi.”

“Hi.” Steve whispered, glaring at him and sitting down with his back pressed against the side-wall of the bathtub. 

“This is an odd place to hang out, don’t you think?” Eddie mused quietly, sliding down the door, the tile floor cold beneath him. The bathroom was small enough that his and Steve’s knees nearly touched. “Robin mentioned you having done this before.”

“This—this isn’t like with me and Robin. This is different.” Steve said, looking away, his eyes a bit glassy. Come to think of it—Eddie had never really seen Steve cry, before. Maybe it was because Steve didn’t cry much, or because Eddie didn’t know what to do and would panic—just getting up and getting Robin before something actually happened.

And, now that he was thinking…he didn’t know what happened at Starcourt mall before it burned down. He couldn’t even really remember what Robin had said to him about it—something about a meaningful conversation and drugs, too close in a bathroom stall at the movie theater…something about that stupid work uniform that Eddie wished Steve still owned, because he would have loved to have been able to see him in it up close. Not that he had the courage to go up to Steve and talk to him when the mall was still standing.

He had always just passed by—albeit one too many times, and mostly on purpose— just to see if Steve was still there. But there was no way in hell that anything between him and Steve would’ve happened if he had gone up and said hi, maybe ordered some ice cream, just to get to stay a bit longer without it getting too awkward.

He wished he had said hi. 

“I never said it was.” Eddie muttered, sighing and leaning his head back against the door. “Look, Steve—“

“Don’t just—just don’t, okay? I-I’m not mad at you or anything anymore, okay? It’s…it’s fine.” Steve whispered, his head dropping down two arms the floor slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut, his arms having a death grip on the top of his knees, fingertips red from the force of holding on, almost like he would shatter and crack, would slip through the vent grate and be lost forever if he didn’t hold himself together then and there.

Eddie wanted to reach out and touch Steve’s hands, to move them off of his knees and hold them in his own, telling him to relax and to tell him why he had kissed him. Why he…liked him. A word that still didn’t sit right on his tongue. But he didn’t.

But he didn’t.

“Steve—“

“No, Eddie, just—it’s fine. I-I don’t even know why you came here—“

“Steve! Please, for the love of fuck, just listen!” He snapped softly, huffing and rubbing his face over with his hands, brushing curls out of his face. “Please.”

And oh fuck, it hurt Eddie to see Steve shrink into himself slightly, immediately quiet like he was to being told to shut up—like this was normal and he already knew not to argue. But he did argue. He would tell the kids to “fuck off”, and he would glare and whine at Robin until she gave up and let him get his point across—or he would just straight up ignore her and keep talking.

Then why did he flinch when it was Eddie? When the tone he had used wasn’t even the least bit angry, just exasperated and tired—a quiet, exhausted whisper of a yell. Maybe he hadn’t said it in the tone that he thought.

“Oh…Steve…” Eddie whispered, his eyebrows pressed together in concern as he sat up a bit straighter, hands itching to just reach over and touch him. But again, he didn’t. He couldn’t. 

“It’s fine.” Steve whispered, repeating that again and again thought the conversation, like he wanted—no—like he needed Eddie to believe it. And Eddie didn’t fucking believe it for a second. 

“Stop.” Maybe he shouldn’t have used that tone, again—because Steve flinched again, his breath hitching. It really wouldn’t do good to yell at Steve while he looked so close to tears, and seemed to have been crying even before Eddie had stumbled upon him up there.

 “Stevie…”

“Please, Eds, I—please…I-I don’t want to talk about it anymore…i’m fine…” Steve’s voice shook and his fingers gripped his knees even harder. Eddie did that, too—pinched and rugged at his skin when he got upset, when he was trying not to cry, or to let his guard down too much. At least, that’s what he assumed Steve was doing. Eddie didn’t really do as much. He was trying to get better at it.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Eddie muttered, tapping his foot gently against the side of Steve’s thigh, finally moving it from where he had previously been pressing it so hard against the floor to the point that it stung.

So maybe he did still do it. Getting better was hard, and a conscious effort that he didn’t have the energy to worry about. 

Steve loosened his hands, dropping them into his lap, his face coloring a deep shade of red as he looked away, seeming to bite back a sob as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

He was drunk.

It took Eddie long enough to realize—but he was drunk.

And he had been a bit drunk when they had been watching the movie, too. He had been drunk when Eddie had kissed him.

“Steve—“ Eddie said softly, schooching forwards slightly and resting his hand on top of the one of Steve’s that was still (lightly, now) pressed against his knee, squeezing gently and sighing. “I didn’t kiss you to be a dick, okay? Or because I thought it was some joke when you told me that you liked guys. I promise.”

Steve still looked like he wanted nothing to do with the conversation—tears finally starting to drip down his cheeks and onto Eddie’s hand—Eddie panicked, wondering if he had stepped too far with the physical contact. He was about to move his hand away from Steve’s knee, when Steve’s hand flipped around underneath Eddie’s to grip at it tightly, his other hand quickly reaching over to tug Eddie’s hand to his chest as he took in a deep, shaky breath, whispering, “I kind of wish you had kissed me like that. To—to be a dick.”

Eddie’s smile—which hadn’t really been a smile in the first place—faltered ever more as he heard that, his heart all pinched up in places as the softness and truth in Steve’s voice stabbed needles through him, leaking out any hope that this night would go well. “What…?”

“I—I wish that you had done it to be a dick.” Steve repeated, leaning in a bit closer to Eddie, if only slightly.

“N-no, no. I—I heard you, Stevie. I heard you the first time.” Eddie muttered, shifting slightly from where the cold-tile was pressing against the bottom of his thighs in a way that was now making him feel uncomfortable. “Just…what do you mean by that?”

“I—“ Steve’s voice faltered. “Because I like you. I really, really like you, a-and I knew that you kissed me because…because you liked me, too. B-but—I can’t…Eddie…” He took in another shaky breath, but it snagged weird on the edges, getting caught on all of the things that he didn’t say—all of the things that Eddie didn’t understand. The tears were coming faster now, and without thinking, Eddie reached up and cupped Steve’s cheek, wiping them away with his thumb.

He didn’t expect Steve to lean into his touch—mostly because he hadn’t expected to touch him like this at all—or even to turn his head ever so slightly and kiss the inside of Eddie’s palm, his fingers gently reaching up to curl around Eddie’s own, which were starting to shake again.

“You…you want this to go somewhere, Eds…but…a-and I do, too. But it can’t.”

That hurt Eddie even more—for Steve to give him everything he had ever wanted, to give him hope and show him how things could be, only then to rip it away out of his hands not a moment later. His voice was cracked and dry when he whispered back a soft and unsure—and slightly (no, very) disappointed, “Why…?”

“Eds…”

“If—if your worried about what other people will think, then—“

Steve shook his head, his thumb slowly rubbing across Eddie’s knuckles, in a way that Eddie would have normally loved to feel, but now just felt painful and all too real. Eddie resisted the urge to pull his hand away from Steve’s. “I-it can’t because I’m…I’m not ready for something like this.”

“Steve—“

“Let me finish, please.” Steve whispered, and his voice sounded so uncharacteristically soft compared to how he would’ve normally asked. “I mean—fuck, Eds…someone mentions the—the mall, and…and I just shut down. A-and I have a panic attack every time the lights flicker, I—“

“I know.” Eddie rushes out. “I-I know, Stevie, I know, okay? And…I just…fuck…” He trailed off when Steve’s face scrunched up even more, looking like he wanted to sob. “Fuck, Stevie….don’t…don’t cry…please..”

Steve let go of Eddie’s hands, pressing them hard against his mouth to muffle the sob that slipped out, his eyes squeezed shut as his body shook. He was drunk. Eddie reminded himself that. He was drunk. This was normal for Steve being drunk. He got sad easily when he was drunk, especially if he was with someone that he really trusted—yet this time, it felt…weird. It felt different.

Eddie sighed and then gently moved Steve a bit closer to him, ducking his head down to meet Steve’s gaze, which immediately flicked away, looking anywhere but Eddie’s eyes. “Hey…”

“Hey..” Steve choked out, the sound still softened by his hands, his eyes blinking open. Blinking past the tears that were quickly piling up.

Eddie reached up and lightly tugged Steve’s hands away, moving them down into his lap, his hands curling around Steve’s cheek. He sucked in a deep breath and then kissed Steve’s forehead, muttering against his skin, “Why’re you crying?”

He was going to be as nice as he could. Because Steve was drunk. 

(But that wasn’t the only reason and he knew it. He wanted a quiet moment like this before they went back to being ‘just friends’—)

“Because…y-you’re…you’re upset now, and—“

“Hey, hey…” Eddie whispered, leaning away from Steve slightly to look him in the eyes, gently tilting Steve’s head up to face him. “I’m not upset that you don’t want to date me, pretty boy. Promise. I’m not upset with you.”

Steve’s face scrunched up at the nickname—and Eddie knew how much he hated it (he didn’t really, but Steve would never admit that)—and the tears slowed. “Promise?”

“Mhm. I promise.” Eddie sighed and let got of Steve’s face, brushing some hair out of his face, it’s usual curl in the front droopy and messed up, which was so fucking adorable.

Steve sighed. “I…want to try, though. Even—even though I know it won’t…won’t go anywhere, but…still…” He was still looking at Eddie, Steve’s eyes scanning his face as if he was searching for some sign that Eddie really was upset with him. 

He couldn’t be more happy, actually.

“Really?” He whispered, his hand back on Steve’s knee, tapping the scratchy fabric of his jeans along to the song in the background that Eddie hadn’t even realized until then. Until it got deathly quiet when Steve had stopped crying, and when the rumbling noise of the heater had finally turned off. He had forgotten that they were even at a party in the first place.

Steve nodded, his fingertips brushing over Eddie’s rings, red marks around where the fake-silver met his skin from where Steve had pushed them against his hand with his death grip from earlier—although Eddie hadn’t really felt it. “Really..”

“Fuck—that’s—that’s great.” Eddie breathed, laughing quietly.

Steve didn’t laugh with him, but he exhaled sharply, a small smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. “I just don’t want to fuck this up…I’ve never been with a guy before.”

“We’ll go slow, alright?” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a fucking stupid smile, but he didn’t care, because he was feeling…fucking.. ecstatic, right then.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. We’ll go slow. I—I trust you.”

“That’s good.” Eddie teased, pausing and then tiling his head slightly. He could feel the best crawling back into his cheeks as he asked, “Can I…kiss you?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie had never expected that his first actual kiss with Steve Harrington would eh on the floor of the small, mostly unused bath of the Harrington house—which, by the way, smelled slightly of mold and old lavender soap. 

But he fucking loved it.

They were okay.

They were going to be okay.

Holy fuck, he couldn’t wait to tell Robin.

— —

(I doodle when I’m stressed, so have this tiny me contemplating my life’s choices)

AGAIN LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS I DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE HOW I POSSIBLY WRAPPED THIS UP, AND WOULD LOVE ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK FOR IF I WRITE FAN FICTION AGAIN.

it’s also on Ao3, now!

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ALSO TYSM FOR @strangersteddierthings FOR POSTING THE PROMPT THAT MADE ME WRITE THIS. THIS WAS LITERALLY ALL FOR YOU. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

#An Ego Thing By Finn #i am so fucking tired right now #But I’m listening to Maine by Noah Kahan #So we’re slaying currently #Holy fucking shit I need to go to bed #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #Robin Buckley

[thesovereignsring-if]

how would the ros/family react to overhearing mc defend them very strongly.

like say mc hear someones bad mouthing the ro/family member and mc just starts defending them, listing all these good things about them without realizing the ro is standing just around the corner listening?

RO(s):

Finny: would be a lil annoyed ヽ( `д´*)ノ he doesn’t need people fighting his battles for him! That’s a sign of weakness and Finn is not weak! He’s probably barge into the conversation and demand a battle of honor against the naysayer- then, when he’s all alone, he blush and be very happy that the MC thinks of him so highly.

Thea: Bashful, but guilty. She’d think she do Est deserve such kind devotion after essentially abandoning the MC for years. Afterwards, she’d find a way to make it up for the MC by giving a gift or doing something they like tighter.

Linnet: Probably blush and or cry. She’ll make sure to remember every single word the MC says about her and try her best to live up to that expectation. Then she’d probably corner the MC and blurt out all the things she likes about them too.

Medea: She wouldn’t believe it. Then she’d get pissed at the MC for thinking she’s a person that she isn’t. She’d get nasty and prove to the MC that they’re wrong about her and prove exactly the kind of person that she is. You’ll get no sweet feelings of gratitude from her.

Helios: Would think the MC is a fool for thinking so highly of them. But then would interrupt the conversation to play around and demand their ego to be stroked even more.

Eirik: Aint no way Eirik is going to hide while the MC strokes his ego and protecting his reputation. He’d also barge in and demand attention, then he’d flip the script at start insulting the person insulting him a few minutes ago. -`д´-!!

Family:

Sieghardt would quietly stand there until he’s had enough. He doesn’t believe everything the MC would say, but he’s very touched. Afterward he’d find a way to quietly spoil the MC.

Alberich would sit back and listen to the MC speak of him so kindly, feeling a little bad that he’s not exactly the person they think he is. Afterwards he’ll find a way to quietly reward the MC, but then tell them to not get into fights on his behalf. He doesn’t think he’s worth the battle.

Meave: She barge into the conversation and scare of whomever was insulting her. Then she’d attack the MC with all the affection she can give them. she’d be all happy and gooey for the rest of the week. (〃∇〃)

#answered asks #tsr #eirik #medea #thea #finn #linnet #Helios #alberich #maeve #the empress #sieghardt

[black-arcana]

A beginner’s guide to symphonic metal in 5 albums

Few genres do grandiose like symphonic metal. As the name suggests, it marries the scope and ambition of classical music to the power of metal. The result is orchestral, opulent and sometimes OTT, but it’s a hard heart that is completely resistant to it.

The seeds of the sound were sown in the 80s, when diverse trailblazers such as Celtic Frost and Savatage began incorporating orchestral instruments into their music. But it began to accelerate in the late 1990s, with bands such as Therion, Nightwish, Within Temptation and cult favourites Haggard began to properly fuse the two genres.

Today, symphonic metal has become an unlikely commercial force. Nightwish and Within Temptation are festival headliners, while a constant stream of newer bands have emerged in their wake. For anyone who is new to this grandest of genres, these are the five albums to start with.   

Therion – Secret Of The Runes (2001)

Therion remain the original and – the purists would have you believe – the best of all the symphonic metal acts. Named in honour of Celtic Frost’s second album To Mega Therion, the Swedes have been led by multi-instrumentalist Christofer Johnsson since 1987. While others have prospered by ‘sexing-up’ the genre’s principles, the Therion experience remains a pure one – sackcloth and ashes, almost. Take our word, it’s a beautiful thing.

After Forever – Decipher (2001)

The second album from this pioneering and much-missed Dutch outfit, who ran from 1995 to 2009, Decipher employed live classical instruments and a full choir to complement the stirring soprano delivery of Floor Jansen (now, of course, with Nightwish). Soon afterwards Mark Jansen quit, taking his growled co-vocals along to the guitarist’s next band of note, Epica. The album’s grandiose arrangements still sound masterful today.

Within Temptation – The Silent Force (2004)

Although you’re likely to be distracted by the captivating strength of Sharon den Adel’s upfront vocal dynamism, Within Temptation’s symphonic aspirations reached their most querulously romantic apex on this goosebump-inducing masterwork of the form. Although the guitars were louder and crunchier than on 2000’s Mother Earth, and the open- hearted pop savvy was at full widescreen pelt, this 2004 follow-up confirmed the band’s special affinity for wizardly orchestral bombast, here performed by the Ego Works Session Orchestra, under the noted Russian conductor Felix Korobov.

Epica – The Quantum Enigma (2014)

Formed by former After Forever guitarist Mark Jansen, Epica played a crucial part in the development of symphonic metal via a string of consistently impressive releases, but with The Quantum Enigma – their sixth studio record – the Dutch band raised the bar to a whole different level, hiring a live chamber choir and a string orchestra to enhance a collection of tunes that is uniformly strong. Throw in the soaring vocals of flame-haired mezzo-soprano  Simone Simons and the results are seismic.

Nightwish – Endless Forms Most Beautiful (2015)

You could pick anything from 2000’s Wishmaster onwards, but the Finns’ first album with Floor Jansen represents Peak Nightwish in terms of a grandiosity. A high-concept exploration of evolutionary science, featuring narration from scientist Richard Dawkins, it’s an absolute triumph. From the full-pelt throttle of Shudder Before The Beautiful and cinematic bombast of Weak Fantasy to the  life affirming anthemia of Alpenglow, it’s a constant stream of brilliance. Then there’s The Greatest Show On Earth, a 25-minute show-stopper most bands could only dream of writing. It’s no surprise this was the record that turned Nightwish into festival and arena headliners.

#therion #secret of the runes #after forever #decipher #within temptation #the silent force #epica #the quantum enigma #nightwish #endless forms most beautiful

[lowkeyerror]

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Forced outting

Summary: As Rachel Berry's sister you naturally get fed up with her big ego. You finally decide to knock her down a couple pegs. ( Not my gif)

Pt2

Masterlist

If you were a character in a movie, you'd be Ryan Evans from Kenny Ortega hit teen movie series High School Musical. There were a few things that made you akin to Ryan Evans.

The first connection was your sister, Rachel Berry. She had to be the focal point of everything she did. All she wanted to do was be in the spotlight at any possible expense. Whether you liked it or not, you'd be a part of that journey.

The second was that you were incredibly gay. Which meant that you had to be hopelessly in love with a girl that wasn't interested in you; Quinn Fabray.

" Alright, everybody, this week's lesson is a classic; duets. As always, winners get a free dinner at Breadsticks."

Rachel raises her hand," Mr. Schue, is this the time you finally let us pick our own partners? Because if not, I think I'd like to campaign to have either Finn or Y/n as my partner."

" What a big surprise?" Santana mocks her.

" Unfortunately Rachel, you won't be picking your partners, but neither will I. It's up to fate," he brought out a fedora and the whole class groaned.

Rachel was already bolting out of her seat and confidently reaching her hand in the hat. She pulled out the piece of paper and smiled widely," Finn, I guess fate is on my side."

" Who's next?"

Quinn stood in her cheerios uniform, volunteering herself. She pulled a name out of the hat and locked eyes with you," I got Berry, the better one."

You could hear Rachel huffing besides you as Finn said something to defend his girlfriend. However, you didn't really care, your mind was racing. You'd be doing a duet with Quinn, and that's the only thing you could focus on.

Everyone picked partners and kind of broke off into those pairs. You slowly made your way to Quinn, taking a seat next to her.

" So, what were you thinking for our duet?"

You shrugged," Whatever you want is fine."

Quinn chuckles dryly," Let me guess, Rachel usually chooses, and you just sing along."

She wasn't saying it as an insult, just an observation," Ya usually."

" Well, then maybe it's time for you to take advantage of not working with her. You take the lead, and I'll follow," Quinn looks at you, awaiting your response.

" I- uh okay? It would be easier to pick a song that already has two parts…"

" But that doesn't sound like what you want to do," Quinn interjects.

You laugh a little," I don't think so. I want something that fits both of our styles, and we could definitely incorporate some choreo. How do you feel about Billie Eilish?"

" Billie Bossa Nova?"

Your eyes light up," Ya, it's a cute, soft song. It matched well, and we can definitely throw in some like salsa moves or something."

Quinn starts humming the melody of the song, and you feel yourself melting," You're a genius Y/n."

" I don't know about all that, but we can practice at my place. Finn and Rachel will probably take over upstairs, but that's what the downstairs den is for. Does tomorrow work for you?"

" It's a date, Berry. See you then," Quinn winks at you before leaving the room.

You couldn't leave until Rachel was ready. On the way home, she was going on a mile a minute about her and Finn's duet.

" So what about you and Quinn?"

You blinked a few times before parking the car in front of your house," We have the song, we just need to arrange it and figure out some choreo."

Rachel makes a face," Well, I suppose as long as a Berry wins, we'll both be winning."

She got out of the car, and for once you stormed after her," What is that supposed to mean?"

" Nothing, nothing, it's just you know. Some of us are more prepared for these things than others."

You rolled your eyes," You don't think I can beat you, do you?"

Her eyes widened," Well, I- I never said that."

You laugh," You're so full of yourself, Rachel, I swear. We have the same DNA, the same training, the same routine, the same upbringing."

" You may have all of that, but I have a natural star power that we both know you don't have."

You glared at your sister," Tomorrow, me and you, diva off during glee club."

" If you want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, be my guest," Rachel says.

" Anything You Can Do, Annie Get Your Gun."

Rachel smiles," You don't have the voice."

" We'll see," you leave her with that, headed straight for the den downstairs.

" That didn't sound too good, sweetheart," your dad's voice catches you off guard.

" It's just Rachel being herself," you plop down on the couch.

He pushes up his glasses," She doesn't mean it."

You shake your head," Oh no, but she does. She thinks she's so much better than me, and tomorrow I'll prove to her just how much of the spotlight I let her have."

Hiram looks pensive for a moment," It won't hurt her to be humbled, I suppose. She gets it from your dad."

You laugh at his words," I'll beat her in the diva off and then Quinn and I will wipe the floor with her and Finn. She'll be feeling humble for weeks to come."

The news of the diva off had spread quickly through the glee club. The next day at school, you had everyone bombarding you about it.

" So you're finally standing up to her. I know that's right Y/n, knock her down a few pegs," Mercedes strides by your side in the hallway.

" It's about time off brand Barbara learned a thing or two, especially from you," Santana popped up on your other side.

Brittany was attached to her hip," A Berry fight to the death. There can only be one winner."

You laughed at the blonde's words. It was then you saw Finn, Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine across the hall. You had no nerves, you knew that you could beat Rachel.

Quinn stepped into your viewpoint, gaining your attention," Is it true about the diva off?"

You nodded," It's time the better Berry finally lived up to the nickname."

The cheerio's hand slid across your shoulder," I'm rooting for you," then she continued down the hall.

As soon as school was over, you headed straight for glee club. The students there were already taking bets on who would win. Rachel was already there, so you deliberately sat as far away from her as possible.

Mr. Schue walked in the classroom," So, I heard we had a little diva off slash duet happening today. The Berry sisters are going to show us how it's done."

" I hate to say it, but Rachel is going to destroy Y/n," Artie said, and a few murmurs of agreement were heard. Rachel plastered a big smug smile on her face at the reaction.

" Artie, when I win, I expect an apology," you stood up from your seat and approached the middle of the room.

Rachel strutted her way down the stairs and stopped in front of you.

A chorus of Oooo's rang out, but you didn't let them bother you. It was your time to shine and for once, you wouldn't be overpowered by your sister.

Rachel started the song, as she always did. You followed impeccably. The fun of the song was definitely gone for the both of you. It was heated, and the glee club seemed almost shocked by your voice.

Rachel herself even seemed to underestimate you. She hit the high note flawlessly in the first verse, but you took over the long note in the second verse.

You found yourself one upping her basic choreography. Each step she did, you did, but elevated. That was the case until you did a flip off the stairs, which she couldn't possibly follow.

She tried to outbelt you on the last note, but instead of playing her game, you flipped it on her. Finishing the song in true Berry fashion with a huge high F at the end, just because you knew it would make her angry.

By the end of the song, you and Rachel were on opposite sides of the room. It seemed like you and Rachel were getting closer as the final notes came to an end.

Once the music cut, the two of you were standing face to face, breathing heavily. Rachel's eyes wide from your last note. The classroom was silent.

Then Artie spoke up," Y/n, I am so sincerely sorry."

That's when they broke out into cheers. Even Mr. Schue was stunned at your musical prowess.

" Y/n, oh my god. Where have you been hiding that voice?"

You smugly turn to your sister," Behind her massive ego."

" My performance was better than yours, and you know it," Rachel snarled at you.

" I hate to be the one to tell you this… wait, never mind I don't. It wasn't even close," a wicked grin takes over your features.

Rachel looks around the classroom for anyone to back her up, but no one meets her eyes, not even Finn.

" I-I'm a natur-"

" Natural talent? Then why are you so insecure, Rachel? You sent Sunshine to a crack house, you act like solos are a birthright, and then act like you've done them a favor when anyone else gets one, hell I know for a fact that Kurt can hit the high F just like I did. Everyone is letting you act like this because they don't care enough to shut you up."

Tears brim her eyes for a moment, but they stop as soon as they land on you. There's a new glare in her eyes, one full of malice and hatred," Oh, are we having truth time?"

Mr. Schue tries to cut her off," Hey guys, enough."

Rachel doesn't stop," Oh no, no, no, if she wants to embarrass me, I can embarrass her back. You're a lesbian, and you're in love with Quinn. Newsflash, she'll never love you back."

Your heart dropped when your sister spoke. She just outed you to the entire glee club.

" Rachel, that was low."

You didn't know who said it. Part of you hoped to never know. You didn't give her the satisfaction of running out of the classroom. So you calmly walked out, but before you left you looked at her with the coldest stare you could muster," You are the most heartless, self-centered, bitch I've ever met in my life. You aren't my sister, you're a fucking parasite."

You walked out after that.

The body tends to act on its own when in shock or traumatized. Your feet carried you to the top of the bleachers. The sunset from the field was beautiful. It's not until you let out a scraggly breath that you realized you were crying.

It hit you harshly. Your body began to shake as choked sobs came out of your mouth. With your elbows resting on your knees, your head fell into your hands.

" I knew it would be intense, but not like that."

You raised your head to see the captain of the cheerios.

" Oh baby," she sat down next to you and draped an arm over your shoulder. She made your head lean on her shoulder.

" I'm sorry," you don't know what compelled you to say it.

" Don't ever apologize for who you are," you stay silent," I like you like this."

Her thumb delicately wipes the tears from your face.

" You don't have to say that, Quinn."

Her thumb tilts your chin up," I mean it."

Quinn doesn't let any more time pass. She places her lips firmly against yours. Nothing, but certainty, in her movements.

It was a mixture of your salty tears and her cherry lip balm. You wanted to savor every second of it, just in case this was a dream.

When she stopped, you were warm like the sunset.

" Are you sure about this? You're already in the glee club, won't this ruin your reputation?"

Quinn kisses your forehead," I'm not Rachel, I don't care about my reputation more than I care about you."

You chuckle bitterly," Dinner is going to be awkward tonight."

" Am I still invited?"

You nod," I could definitely use the support with Rachel and Finn there."

Her fingers intertwined with yours," Well then I'm here for you."

You squeeze her hand," Thank you."

She kisses the back of your hand. The sunset illuminates the two of you on the bleachers. You'd probably never forgive Rachel, but this moment with Quinn almost made you want to thank her. Almost being the key word.

#lowkeyerror #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray #Quinn Fabray imagine #glee imagine #rachel berry

[frikatilhi]

Hi..I have a bojere question... 😗

Bojan often tells that his family and people around him ground him because they love him. And he really appreciates them telling things how they are, so his ego wouldn't inflate.

So Jere gleefully telling everyone how Bojan stinks is also Bojan's love language, in a way :D

Idk, that's quite a whiplash between "your housework sucks and your shirts stink" and "you are my fire and water".. How do you think he's doing? :D

Oh, for sure roasting is Jere's love language and 100% Bojan is all about it! He even said in an interview something about how you can never tell if Finns are actually mean to you or if they are just joking. I'm sure he's figured out by know that "Fuck you, Bojan" is actually "Love you, Bojan" every single time.

But then at times he gets things like "fire and water" or "you're always my number 1" or "I love you Bojan" and that's when he actually has a hard time because what are you going to say to that?? Like??

So safe to say he is not doing very well right now.

#bojere #ask

[adelrambles]

I am so sorry I promise I’ll stop spamming you about Bishop now (maybe.)

Do you think Bishop could ever be in a healthy relationship? What would the dynamic be like with evil Bishop versus Fast Forward Bishop?

And no I don’t mean Stockshop. 😭

Oh no worries at all I'm enjoying your questions!! Please feel free to spam to your heart's desire. Sorry it took so long to get around to this one, I have admittedly not put much thought into Bishop in romantic scenarios, so I had to think on it a bit!

So, could Bishop ever be in a healthy relationship? Short answer NO. NOT AT ALL LOL

Slightly longer answer, there is some potential depending on how you like to interpret Fast Forward!Bishop. I think it's impossible for Present-day Bishop to be in any sort of healthy romance (and I'll go into way more detail than neccessary about that below 👍) but if you take FF's presentation of the character at face value, there's certainly a possibility.

So long answer, Bishop is one of the single most self-centered, unexamined people to walk the damn earth. There are a lot of factors that go into why he would be just, the absolute worst in a relationship, but the biggest issue is he doesn't give a shit about anybody but himself. If we throw everything else out and consider a hypothetical where he enters a relationship for the relationship's sake, he is not capable or willing to see things from a partner's perspective. In any disagreement he will be unwilling to consider he could be wrong, and will go to great lengths to ensure the other person concedes or backs down. He is a paranoid control freak who would not stand for anything less than being agreed with and obeyed, and he is perfectly willing to break someone down to achieve that. And in a scenario where, indeed, his interest is actually in the other person, we know he has a terrible possessive streak. As long as his interest holds, there is no out for the hypothetical partner. He is going to be emotionally and mentally abusive at best.

Moving more to the particulars of what he'd want a relationship for, it's worth pointing out that Bishop is very single-minded and relentless in his ultimate goal. I find it very difficult to consider a scenario where any single person would be considered worthwhile enough to distract him from that. We've seen him willing to sacrifice personal friends in-canon for the sake of his experiments, (if you ascribe to the theory that J. Finn was mutated on purpose to some degree,) so his work is ALWAYS going to come first. But that's the nicer option, because there is always the possibility that he would consider a relationship if it benefitted his greater goal (OR fed his ego tbh.) In which case, he's only in it for what he can get out of the other person, and the second they've outlived their usefulness to him, well-- I guess it depends on how much sensitive information they know, by that point.

But, okay! Let's consider President Bishop. He's certainly less likely to lure in a partner just to use them and then dispose of them, so he has that going for him. With him, there is a lot of room for how you want to interpret his "change of heart." You could take it at as presented in the show, or read more into his actions based on what we know about his past. Personally, I prefer the latter, but I'll examine both for the sake of thoroughness, and also for funsies.

So let's assume Bishop is being genuine in how he acts, first. In this case, I think there's a decent chance he could learn to be a good partner, though I don't think he'd start out that way and I doubt it'd come naturally to him loL. His job requires a lot of time and attention from him, and he is always going to prioritize it; he is, after all, "a bigger picture kind of guy." Kindness does not come naturally to him, so in times of stress he may default to meaner actions. However, he is also pretty effective in learning and adapting, so with good communication he probably won't make the same mistakes too often. In this scenario I think time constraint really is the biggest obstacle, given his job.

Now, assuming his Good Guy act is just a mask for politics? He's still pretty damn toxic. Bishop's tactics have changed, but his personality remains pretty similar. I'm not sure his pleasant demeanor goes that deep, once you get into more than small talk. It's a necessity for his job, but he still appears to be cold and utilitarian underneath it. He still thinks he's right about everything, and based on the insidious ways he phrases his own backstory to always shift blame away from himself, (even throwing Stockman under the bus, STILL, just to look better in comparison,) he's gotten a LOT better at making it feel like he is always in the right. What you've got is a Bishop who can lie, persuade and charm better, who also still doesn't care about much beyond protecting his territory and using the people around him. This presents us with a partner who, unlike 2000s-era Bishop, is far FAR more subtle with his abuse. And again, heaven forbid he actually genuinely has an interest in his hypothetical partner, because now he has galactic-wide surveillance and public sway on top of the immortality, and they're never getting away.

I hope that answers to satisfaction! Honestly while it's not my cup of tea it is really interesting to examine this facet of his character, so thank you for the question!!

#asks #I don't ship Stockshop anyway but if they were to be together it would be HORRIBLE #Bishop's already abusing the dude and he doesn't even like him #not uh. not that you asked. but #the way my friend Trauma characterizes them is excellent tho chef's kiss shoutout to that guy #I know there's been some new writers on the scene regarding this too that I've been meaning to check out! just haven't gotten around to it #Megaman has suddenly grabbed me by the throat #agent bishop #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3