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masonreds · 2 months

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✨Kisses To My Ex’s - Mason Mount Social Media Au ✨

seeing as you all loved the IG AU i did I thought of this idea and I hope this portrays well ☺️

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maya_ replied to your story; miss you already 🥺

izabela.r replied to your story; have the best time my angel 💓

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footballers&wagstea Mason Mount spotted in Manchester Airport minutes after Y/N posted her story. Did they split up, or is it a PR stunt?

user63389 why would it be a PR stunt? I’m sure they have better things to do with their lives

masonfan just cause they were both spotted at Manchester airport doesn’t mean they’re going anywhere together. They surely would’ve been spotted by now.

⤷ masonmupdates_ it’s too much of a coincidence that they are BOTH at the airport on the same day.

⤷ y/nfan.43 I agree, it’s just a tad weird them being at the airport on the same day.

user29083 y’all are reaching. they’ve broken up from what we know, so just stop with the rumours 🙄

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yourinstagram hello dubai ✌🏼🤩

maya_ dubai ain’t ready for you my darlinggg 💓

⤷ yourusername you’re not ready for the dubai content 😌😘

⤷ izabela.r you’re right we ain’t 😏

user0926163 have you and mason broke up?!

izabela.r you look phenomenal btw 😍

masonfan1 good riddance. mason was too good for you anyway

masonmupadates are the rumours true???

moneymxse2 why have you two split up?

masonmanutd you are only famous cause of mason 🙄

maya_ how about you all start worrying about your own lives instead of putting your noses into others that ain’t even yours. love you bestie ❤️

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masonmount winter break ☀️🌴

moneymasex2 OMG MASE 😍😍

user273903 you can't be telling me that they're in Dubai at the same and they no longer together 🤨

masonfan1 he seems so much happier without y/n, she was just a bad influence 🙄

⤷ masonmupdates_ oh I’m sorry I didn’t know you know what he’s feeling 😒

⤷ masonfan1 calm down karen.

declanrice that’s bro 😎

arabellaaaa most handsome 😍

⤷ masonmount ♥️♥️

⤷ user372907 huh???

⤷ masonfan1 is this your new gf??

⤷ arabellaaaa I wouldn’t go far as saying girlfriend but more than friends let’s say 😉

⤷ y/nandmasonupdates I already don’t like this bitch-

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arabellaaaa alexa, play the boy is mine.

kaylaa.s that’s it girlllll, you get that man 🤭

masonmount wow 🤩😍

⤷ arabellaaaa says you baby ;)

masonmupdates_ THE SHADE?!! wtf

user3729297 hope this works out for you ☺️

masonfan1 @yourusername is 100% better than her

⤷ y/nisqueen I’d respect y/n by not tagging her into this 🫶🏼

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yourusername let’s just say it is what it is, and was what it was 🎶💋

izabela.r fuck it! me and @maya_ are hopping on the plane ✈️

⤷ maya_ we can’t leave our girl out there too long 🤭

user ….kisses to my ex’s who don’t give a shit about me 👀

y/nisqueen YOU ATE QUEEN 👸🏽

arabellaaaa ewww 🥴

masonfan1 so I guess this confirms that they have broken up

⤷ y/nandmasonupdates obviously

⤷ user373994 no shit sherlock

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#mason mount oneshot #mason mount fic #mason mount one shot #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount blurb #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount #mason mount story #mason mount social media au #mason mount instagram au

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suraemoon · 22 days

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I adored your headcanons!! Any way you would be willing to do Bucky Egan and reader relationship hcs?

John Egan Headcanons

~Relationship Edition~

🎶: Am I willing to do Bucky headcanons? Of course I am, dolly! I’m so so happy that you enjoyed the other ones I did. You adored them? I’m flattered. I adore you. I hope the ones I have cooked up are good enough. If not I’ll do more.

💋: Bucky Egan x Reader. Fluffy relationship headcanons.

Bucky loves physical touch

He follows you around whenever you ago, it’s like having a little puppy in your tracks or a second shadow keeping you company

You two are constant hand holders, you’re always hand in hand. He traces the lines of your palm, kisses each of your fingers, the back of your palm is an ideal kissing zone

He squeezes your cheeks and gives your lips a quick peck before you can even process that it happened. It’s a quick series of warmth. His warm eyes looking down at you, the warmth of his pink lips, and the warmth of your cheeks as you blush after the fact.

When you sit next to him, his hand stays on your thigh with the occasional squeeze

Sitting on his lap > Sitting in the chair next to him

He loves pulling you onto his lap. The closeness, the intimacy, the plush of your ass placed on just the right spot.

A room full of people and you’re comfy on Bucky’s lap, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively

He’s a cuddler

You two trade big spoon and little spoon.

How does a 6’2 unit of a man little spoon? Where there’s a will there’s a way.

You like to sleep in? Bucky gives your face soft and gentle kisses in the morning. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. He admires your side profile while you sleep, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the way your soft lips are parted.

Your boobs are his favorite pillow. So warm and comforting, he wants to stuff his face into them at all times.

More of an early bird? You can wake up early but you aren’t getting out of bed easily. Bucky’s arm is around your waist and it is not letting go. If you manage to get away from the grasp, it isn’t long until his eyes flutter open too. Your weight and warmth are gone.

Also...thigh riding

I mean, look at a picture of this man’s sturdy tree trunk thighs. They're the perfect size for straddling.

If you get excited about something, best believe Bucky is just as excited. Just seeing your smile and happiness is contagious for him.

You know those guys who suddenly act too cool for their girlfriends around friends? Hell no. He’s very proud of you, never ashamed. He’ll tell anyone about you.

Even a random stranger he’s getting directions from on the street. He’ll say loudly, “This is my girl right here! I’m taking her to…”

Chatting to old friends from Wisconsin about baseball and then out of nowhere, “You’ve met my girl yet?”

You were zoned out staring at his face

So, several pairs of eyes all of a sudden being focused in your direction pulls you out of your little trance after a quick “Huh?”

He’s brings you up whenever he can. “Oh, my wife is the same way.” “My wife told me about that yesterday.”

Ever since you two got married, he’s loved the fact that he can officially call you his wife to other people

That one time you went to try on dresses for yet another friend’s wedding and brought Bucky?

You come out of the dressing room and he immediately stops a sales consultant “Excuse me, ma’am. Sorry to interrupt ya but ain’t my wife gorgeous? Blue’s her color right? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her…Mhm. She says she’ll bring some more for you to try on, babe.”

It doesn’t even have to be a fancy outfit. You could come out of the bathroom after getting ready for a regular day out and you’re met with a long whistle.

“You’ve gotta do a spin, baby.”

You decide to take him on a trip to New York for the first time and this man talks a big game on how he’s gonna blend in so well. “I’m such a big Yankees fan, I might as well be an honorary New Yorker.”

When I tell you he is the most obvious tourist ever, believe me

We ain’t in Wisconsin anymore

The buildings look so much higher than they do in the pictures, he’s gotta look up and stare with wide eyes while people hurry by getting around him.

Bucky resembles one of the trees in Central Park, so he can easily cause traffic when stopped in the middle of the sidewalk

Taking him to his first Yankees game and he’s trying to explain every rule of baseball to you

Meanwhile you’re too busy focused on the big bucket of delicious popcorn he bought you before the first inning

You nod along though, pretending to know all of the different terms and player names that he’s rattling off at you

“They should put me on the field, I wouldn’t have missed that.”

If this man is going to do anything, it’s call you a pet name. Every one in the book.

But of course he has a special nickname for you that he comes up with not too soon after meeting you

Maybe it’s something you remind him of, a certain feature you have, a specific talent you possess

It’s very personalized

Bucky insists on trying to do your makeup one time because “It can’t be that hard” and you end up looking like a Ringling Brothers circus clown

The blush is bright red, the mascara is not limited to only the lashes, the lipstick is over lined to oblivion

He took a picture of you and now it’s taped to the mirror of your vanity along with a bunch of other random photos that have collected over the years

“Now when you do your makeup, you can be reminded of how horribly I did. Whenever you have to wipe something off or redo something think…wow, at least I don’t look like that. You always look beautiful, honey, even when I do your makeup.”

According to him, you don’t need makeup anyway

He loves taking pictures of you. Pin up photoshoots by the beach, candid snapshots of your relaxed resting face while you aren’t looking.

Sometimes the lighting is a little dark, maybe the photo came out a little blurry. But you’re in it, so it’s perfect.

And he’s clingy. He doesn’t like when you’re gone. If it’s been one hour, that’s three years in Bucky world.

Bucky is such a girl dad

You have your first little one and she’s so tiny swaddled in his arms, the sun shining softly through the hospital room windows

A little bit later, he’s shirtless and she’s laying on his chest

He’s whispering to her but it’s so soft, only him and his little girl can hear. The most beautiful little secrets that will stay between them forever.

You get a lot of attention post birth too

He’s thanking you, telling you how strong you are, how you’ve changed his life forever, you’re the love of his life, he loves you, he loves you, oh how he loves you

The second baby comes not too soon after the first and it’s another little girl

Baby number three is another girl

The fourth little darling has plenty of bright eyed big sisters waiting for her at home

There’s a drawer full of hand-me-downs but there is also an array of brand new stuff because every baby is her own person. They all get the same amount of preparation, dedication, love, and care..

Did he used to dream about having a son? Sure.

But girls make amazing little baseball players

And dads make amazing fairy princesses

Bucky becomes very accustomed to tea parties, glitter, sparkles, and having his nails sloppy painted

Eyeshadow used as blush, contour, and foundation all in one

He doesn’t tolerate anyone who makes a backhanded comment about his girls

One day, you got back from taking the kids to the grocery store

The moment you see Bucky, all of your Egan girls run to hug him

It’s not long before he has two little girls clinging to each of his legs, one with her arms around his neck, another holding his hand with no intent of letting go

You quietly recounted to him later in the day how the grocery store cashier remarked upon glancing at all the pink, “Your poor husband. You refuse to give him a boy, huh?”

Bucky was ready to drive to the grocery store and give that worker a piece of his mind

He has healthy, happy kids. What’s there to be poor about?

(Years later, when you two thought you were officially done having kids, the pregnancy test is positive. It’s a little boy. He’s the baby of the family and so much like his dad.)

Another lucky girl gets her own Egan to cherish!

Bucky is protective of his family, even before little Egan’s got added to the family, he’s always been protective of you

If someone ever bothers you, makes you uncomfortable or says something bad about you, he has to confront them

even if you insist to him over and over that it’s no big deal

He keeps you so close to him not only because he cannot imagine being too far away from someone as amazing as you,

I mean, you smell fantastic

also that dress fits you so well

and your smile makes him lightheaded

your voice is so soothing

Wait what were we talking about? Oh yeah…he’s protective. He keeps you so close because he cannot fathom something happening to you.

You can accidentally trip over your own feet and Bucky will find a way to blame himself

Something fell on the floor and you stumbled over it, Bucky should have seen it and picked it up before you had the chance to even get close enough to fall

Bucky’s a man who lives off of reassurance

He loves praise

But he’s not aware of how much he needs it, how much he thrives off it

A compliment will make this man’s day

Reassure him of how amazing he is

Tell him how good he is and how lucky of a girl you are to have him because you are so so lucky

He values your opinion, so your compliments mean so much more than anybody else’s

Every anniversary he writes you a love letter

Always so heartfelt, detailed, and meaningful

He talks about all the reasons why he fell in love with you and continues to fall in love with you every single day he breathes

All the little quirks and habits that you don’t pick up on, but he adores

Maybe something you did the same day he wrote the letter and it’s so fresh in his mind that he has to talk about it

Something special that happened that year

A baby that was born, a trip you went on, and special event, a funny moment, a specific date, something you said to him this year that he continues to think about all the time

Anything that comes to mind

They collect over the years and you put them in a pretty little keepsake box

When you eventually pass on, all of his letters are buried with you

What makes Bucky frustrating sometimes is the fact that he doesn’t like to talk about what he is feeling

He’ll claim he’s fine when something is clearly bothering him

He’ll walk away from an argument declaring that he “doesn’t care anymore” and “you can do whatever you want”

but the reality is he does care

He just hates to yell around his wife, let alone yell at her. It makes his skin crawl.

Bucky lets all the feelings build up inside but just his facial expression alone can tell you that he isn’t alright

And it leaves you feeling confused because why doesn’t he trust you and confide in you enough to communicate?

It’s late at night when you two resolve the conflict

His voice is soft and it takes you by surprise

In situations like these, you always wait for when he’s ready to talk

And when he does his voice is always so small and broken

All is forgiven, all is resolved, everything always ends up okay

No small disagreement or petty argument can break you two apart

Don’t tell Bucky that you are ever insecure about something because he will be utterly appalled

You’re a goddess to him, he worships every single inch of you

Whenever you take your clothes off, he’s taking in all of you with adoring eyes and a parted mouth

Every curve, every beauty mark, every stretch mark

It all comes together to make the perfect picture

He loves the way he fits so snug inside of you, the way you taste, the way your noises blend so perfectly with his to make the most beautiful of melodies

Every moment with you is heaven

How did he go so long without you? He thinks about that often.

His heart has never been so full of love, his mind has never been so full of hope

You two complete each other in every way

He was the first to say “I love you”

You were taken back at first because a man who’s so magnetic, charming, handsome, likable, the center of attention in any room he’s in

He’s in love with you

Little did you know he was just as taken back to hear you say “I love you too, Bucky”

He remembers the first time he saw you across a room and how his eyes immediately gravitated towards you

He remembers how nervous he was to talk to you, which was so unlike him it was scary

Maybe his hands were shaking just a little, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat, a never fading smile on his face

And over the years the two of you exchange thousands of “I love you”s

You can talk for hours on end about nothing “important”

Chatting about the random topics that pop into your minds, asking to be discussed

Accompanied by matching glasses of wine

Those conversations are your favorite because it’s a little bubble with you and the one you love, nothing else matters

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I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope it was alright lol

If there’s any specific requests or anything I didn’t touch on that has you wondering “how did she miss this?” please let me know, lovey

Ahhh I love Bucky so much

#masters of the air #mota #john egan x reader #john egan #bucky egan #bucky egan x reader #bucky x reader #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfiction #mota fanfic #mota headcanons #headcanons #not proofread

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aheathen-conceivably · 4 months

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🎶 In the desert you can't remember your name 'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

It had been months of looking for work, of walking the compacted sands and hot asphalt of Strangerville as Antoine’s hopes dwindled closer to nothing. The most recent shop that turned him away had given him directions to a ranch so deep in the valley he hadn’t even known anything was there before. He had second guessed going at all, wondering if it was a fool’s errand or a disgruntled local’s cruel idea of a joke.

But as he walked onto the plateau that spanned the top of the landscape, his worries melted into stunned silence. It was like a different world, suspended above the one below with vistas so grand he didn’t know they could possibly exist in this world. As though his wonder couldn’t grow, he suddenly heard neighing that he recognized from his fondest memories.

There was no word for the horses other than magnificent, no way for him to express how much they fulfilled every dream he ever had of this place or every feeling of freedom he expected to find here. They seemed to live the way he wanted to, simply existing in the hot desert air without any bounds placed upon their heads.

“Hey, mister! Mister! You looking for work or somethin’?”

Antoine pulled his eyes away from the horses begrudgingly, toward the voice that had spoken to him. It was a lone man across the enclosure, his heavy boots marking every step he took across the sand toward where Antoine stood.

For a moment, Antoine smiled at him. When he left New Orleans he had never expected to see anyone here who looked like him, and the unexpected presence of another black man immediately made him feel more comfortable, “I am, sir. Work on your ranch. I was told you were looking for help.”

Antoine’s relief quickly dissipated as the man narrowed his eyes and spit into the sand, “Well that was before all you Okies started passing through. You know I’ve got a family to feed too right? I can’t just hand out jobs to every straggler who walks by.”

For a moment Antoine went to respond, but he could see the purposefully hardened expression tighten on the man’s face, so he simply tipped his hat and walked away.

Before he could take ten steps a small, breathless child ran in front of him, “Sir, wait! My momma just finished a loaf of bread, if you wanna come inside! She can spare a slice or two and maybe some jam, maybe…”

Before he could finish a loud voice boomed from behind him, “William you leave that man alone, you hear? I’m sorry, mister. My son, he’s a bit soft hearted, I’m afraid.”

Antoine looked down at the boy and smiled, “That’s alright, I’ve got a girl just about your age. Her name is Violette. But you tell your momma to save that bread for someone who really needs it, alright, son? I’ll be just fine.”

The sound of heavy boots approached again, and the man put his arm around his son before looking back up at Antoine, “You ain’t no Okie, are you? Not with that voice. Where are you from, anyway?”

“New Orleans. We have a farmhouse down the way, just before town.”

“New Orleans, huh?” The man looked back down at his son with a whistle, as though the words themselves were foreign and impressive. Then he gave him a quick tap on the back, “Go back inside to your Momma, Will. Tell her I’ll be in shortly.”

As his small feet ran away, the man looked back at Antoine, “Listen here, I’m Abraham. I don’t have much, not enough to guarantee pay week by week, but at least it’s something. And your girl, Violette you said? She’s welcome to eat here if you need. My wife works down at the schoolhouse but she’s a mighty cook. We can get you set up with schooling too. But don’t expect much else; I reckon the pay round here isn’t gonna get much better with time.”

It was a better offer than Antoine had heard since he arrived, and pay seemed inconsequential next to that fact that Violette wouldn't have to go hungry again; maybe she could even have a friend in this lonely and foreign place. He looked down at the the man’s hand extended in front of him and reached out to it like a lifeline, “I’ll take it, sir.”

#1931 #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #the darlingtons #sims 4 story #ts4 story #1930s #Antoine Duplanchier #William Hines #Abraham Hines

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saintmagx · 8 days

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call it what you want 🎶

Grayson Waller x Reader

An: I just loved this idea and had to write about it! Also not sure what Scarlett goes by irl so I’m giving her the nickname Beth cause I think that’s what I’d actually call her 🤔

‼️ warnings: swearing, use of real names, not proof read, we are dramatic asf, Grayson is dumb and oblivious but we love him, not really much substance just a little short story‼️

“No, absolutely not.”

“Matty please?”

“Yn I’m sorry i just can’t. I’ve spent so much time trying to be the bad guy, if I go, I lose all credibility. I’m sure if you ask Trin and Beth, they would go with you.”

“Trin is bringing Jon and Beth is bringing Kevin. I will literally be third wheeling everyone. Know what? Just forget I asked. It’s fine.” Upset, i storm off.

Taylor Swift. Taylor fucking Swift was the cause of this argument. The Eras tour was finally heading to Florida and i had tickets for us and our friends to go, however between purchasing the tickets and the actual concert itself, Matty decided - no wait sorry Grayson fucking Waller decided to start beef with the swifties - Rendering his attendance impossible.

Grabbing my phone I do what literally everyone else does when they need to rant about their man. Put it in the group chat for the girls to back you up.

Matty says he isn’t going to the concert 😢

Trin

Girl I’m sorry. That boy is dumb as hell. Why he starting beef knowing we had this concert?

Beth

Men are dumb - screw him, we will still have fun girl 💕

Honestly I don’t even wanna go now, yall can find someone to take our place.

Trin

No no no we ain’t gon do that. You’re gonna get you fine ass dressed to impress and you are gonna come to the concert with us.

Beth

Honestly yn it wouldn’t be the same without you there, please come - I’ll make sure your glass is always full 😜

Trin

I second that! Come on girl.

Know what you girls are right, screw Matty. I’m still gonna go and enjoy myself. Drinks on yall though - promise is a promise 😚

Friday Night Smackdown

Backstage I stand with Trin who is currently warming up for her match tonight.

“We haven’t really spoke about it to be honest. I know I’m being over dramatic but he knew how excited I was for this concert.” I complain

A familiar scent fills my senses. A strong pair of arms wrap round my waist enclosing me in a tight embrace.

“There’s my girl, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says.

“Well you’ve found me, now I gotta go get ready for my match.” I say u wrapping myself from Mattys grasp.

“I’ll see you out there Trin.” I announce before quickly leaving, leaving him confused.

“Boy, you done fucked up.” Trin

“What did I do wrong?” He says.

Shaking her head she replies “the fact that you don’t even know what you’ve done wrong makes this whole thing even worse.”

“Come on Trin, help me out.” He pleads

“The concert Matt, she was looking forward to you and her going and you’ve let her down. Do you know she wasn’t even going to go because of it? This is something she loves and wanted to experience it with you. You better get your shit together and sort it out before the gig.”

“Fuck!” He says letting out a huge sigh. He didn’t mean to hurt yn, he knew she was looking forward to the concert but didn’t think it would be a big deal if he wasn’t there.

“This whole swiftie thing has just got out of hand, but don’t worry Trin, I’ll fix it!”

“You better.”

Day of Era’s concert

Perfect you say to yourself.

You and the girls had decided to dress up as your favourite Era. You had gone with Lover era. Standing looking the mirror you had found the perfect dress, a pink off the shoulder tulle mini dress, it was the epitome of lover - and of course your outfit wouldn’t be complete without and arm full of friendship bracelets ready to swap with all the other attendees.

You had sent off a text to Trin and Beth to tell them you were ready to leave. A small knock at the bedroom door startles you slightly, knowing it would be Matty you tell him to come in. Turning around you are met with Matty dressed up with pink trousers - similar to the shade of your dress. A white Taylor swift T-shirt and and a few little friendship bracelets on his arm.

“We ready to go babe?” He asks

“I thought you weren’t coming?”

“I wasn’t, but I didn’t stop to think how much you wanted me to be there, and how much I wanted to be there with you. I want to have all these experiences with you and I can’t do that if I’m sitting at home.”

He walks closer to me and takes hold of my hands, looking into my eyes he continues.

“I love you so much yn, no swiftie beef is gonna stop me from making your dreams and wishes come true.”

He leans down and tenderly kisses my lips.

“I love you too Matty, you have no idea how much this all means to me.”

The truth is he did know how much it meant to yn. He could see it in her eyes and he made a silent promise to himself that he would never again be the reason her eyes were filled with sadness.

Thank you for reading whatever the hell this was. Appreciate the likes and reposts.

If you want tagged let me know! 💕

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imkillerbae · 11 months

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Heya! Thank you for adding some fanfictions to the thread, it's so empty recently.

How about something with Sova? Could be anything of your choice.

Heyooo!!!! THanks for requesting and sorry if this took so long to make.

And you're welcome! I'm glad I could contribute to the simping.

I LOVED writing this and had so many ideas. But I settled for something fluffy ehehe self indulgent stuff. anyway, here's Sova being a simp, cool reader, God mi heart. This is my most favorite one that i've wrote probably. Enjooy!!!

Say So (Valorant Sova x Fem!Reader)

Summary:

Sova’s artificial eye is acting up, and he needs help with it. Sage knows nothing about biocomponents, and the two young engineers were too experimental, so he approaches Y/N, also someone with artificial parts, for help.

Words: 2k

CW: Slow burn, FLUFF, lots of blushing, Sova the Shy bear, lots of inner monologue from him. just lots of fluffiness.

(Please listen to Avenue Beat's cover of Say So, originally by Doja Cat, while reading this.)

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🎶 Why don’t you say so? 🎶

Sova held this eye pain in for a while now. He didn’t like the idea of anyone tinkering with his artificial eye, but this was getting too painful.

He was reading ‘We’ by Zamyatin when it just busted on him, giving him a small jolt of electricity in the head. He felt that the thing was in some sort of disrepair, but he didn’t like asking for help with something so sensitive. Clearly, he made a mistake. Since this thing is so close to the brain, he might just deal with a lot more than a nonfunctioning eye. He sighs. He should’ve just asked for help.

Another hindrance was who to ask for help.

His choices were Sage, Raze and KJ, or Y/N.

He respected Sage for her skills in the healing arts but he couldn’t expect too much from her when it comes to eyes made of metal and wires. Plus his history with her? A can of worms he’d never want to open again. As for the two—Raze and KJ—he tried asking for their opinions and he was met with crazy ideas for modification and improvements, things he didn’t necessarily need. Plus, he’s not too fond of the idea of them fiddling with his eye for their own scientific curiosity.

That leaves Y/N.

Y/N was the obvious choice. She really was. She was skilled with biocomponents, she was easy to talk to, kind, generous, perfect. But there was a huge problem.

Sova has a crush on her. Was it called a crush? Do crushes even apply at their age? Point was, he liked her. And he was shy about it.

Y/N was an agent in the protocol who was similar to him, in a sense that she also had some robotic parts to her, namely her arm. The robotic components started from her shoulder, all the way to her fingertips. She was skilled with repairs of that nature. Along with Sage, she was also a medic for the team, both human and non-human. She was the obvious choice.

🎶 It’s been a long time since you, fell in love~ You ain’t coming out your shell, you ain’t really been yourself~ 🎶

Sova was just very shy, it was pathetic. Normally, he never really had any problem telling people what he felt. He openly says I love you all for god’s sakes. But whenever he was with her, he can pretend to play it cool but sometimes he’d zone out staring at her or just stutter on his words. His brain would just be filled with her, in scenarios he’d made in his head. Like how he would take care of her, marry her, take her to his Babushka, all that cheesy stuff. He wasn’t like this normally but his heart just beats faster than a machine gun could fire. He blushed at the thought every time he imagined spending the rest of his life with her. It didn’t help that he looked extremely serious whenever he was thinking.

He sighed. He needed to gain some confidence with her if he ever wanted a chance. Or at the very least, get this eye of his in proper order.

Getting to her door was easy peasy. Knocking was another deal. He stood there quietly with his fist raised, ready to knock, but no sound was emitted. Usually he rehearsed what he needed to say beforehand, but it seems like he couldn’t get his head straight this time.

It’s not that complicated to ask for repairs Sasha. Stop hesitating, he scolded himself. You’re not asking her to a date, you’re asking her to fix your eye. Stop overthinking, it’s not going to happen.

As he was about to knock, his thoughts were interrupted by Breach who was on the other side of the door as it opened. “Oh! Sova! Aye, great to see ya! But I gotta bolt! Thanks Y/N for the advice, haha!” He said immediately, waving at Y/N then at a confused Sova, although you would never be able to tell from his face. As he moved past Sova, Breach muttered “g’luck pal”, but neither Y/N or Sova heard it.

Sova stood outside the door, unblinking at Y/N who had her protection glasses on. “Hello,” she greets, gracefully placing the screwdriver on her desk. She smiles gently, her heels tapping lightly on the floor as she walked closer. The entire room was humming with electricity and the steady air from the vents, but he could hear his heartbeat clearly.

🎶 If you want it, scream it, shout it babe~ 🎶

He clears his throat, dusting his shoulders off. “It seems that I would’ve interrupted something had I knocked a little too early,” he starts, looking at the door, and then at her. He looked at her as discreetly as he could. She was in a white coat, casual clothes underneath. She adjusted the coat to her shoulders before speaking. “Not necessarily, Breach and I were just talking about his arms. He thought I’d be the best at tinkering with that.”

Concentrate Sova. Speak. Speak.

“I concur.” He replies, looking around the room, just anywhere other than her. He was sweating under his shirt, thank God he was wearing white. “So, what brings the big Russian teddy bear into my humble cave?” She teases with a laugh, pulling on his sleeve, beckoning him to walk closer to her walk table. She was professional most of the time, which he appreciated greatly, but it seems that she enjoys making him blush.

He blushes at the nickname, but he holds his breath to deafen the beating of his heart. “I-I’d like to ask for help with my eye. I can’t see anything from it right now, and it hurts.” He explains, leaning on her work table. She pauses for a moment, staring at him, then her expression changes to that of annoyance. “It’s not supposed to hurt. Since when has this been going on?”

“More or less a week. I thought of fixing it myself, which was a mistake.” He admits, ashamed, and she sighs. A hand lands on her hips and she leans on one side giving him an unsatisfied look. “Sova you don’t fiddle with your own eye, artificial or not. You know this. And for a week? This could be serious.” Her shoes tap impatiently against the floor.

Sova scratches the back of his head sheepishly then gives a meek smile. “It was foolish of me to think that it would pass. I’m sorry.” And with that, her expression softens to that of concern. She then reaches for latex gloves on the table pulling it over each hand. “Sit on the table so you’re on my eye level. I need to take a look at that before I pull it out of your eye socket.”

He looked at himself from the distant mirror. He was wearing a white shirt that fit snug enough to show his bulky shape, and dark green combat pants with lots of pockets on them. He fixed his blonde hair, combing it back. Y/N was watching as he did this, and she giggles to herself. She didn’t take him for someone who’s very concerned with his appearance.

“Alright big man. Lean in and let’s see what’s happening here,” she advices to him as she placed herself between his legs, holding a small flashlight with one hand. Sova furrows his brows but hesitantly complies. “Closer,” she says sharply, and he could feel her minty breath on his lips right now. He was looking to the side as she spread his eyelid open, his eye shaking.

“Look at me,” she whispers, too focused to care about him turning into a tomato, at the mercy of her hands. He then looks into her eyes, saying nothing but feeling everything in his chest.

When they first met, they easily got along. He was generally supportive of everyone, but he always found himself speaking positively about her more than anyone else. She was a team player like him, making use of his intel to clear areas as he watches her back. She’d saved him in the battlefield countless times, he knows he can depend on her with no fail. And his most favorite thing about her is her kindness and positivity. It was something he and the rest of the team needed.

As he thought about all of these things, Y/N repeated her question. He didn’t hear it the second time. “Huh?” He asked again, and Y/N’s eyebrows furrow, chuckling. “I asked if it hurt when I touch this,” she pressed on the side of his sclera, and he finally winces. “Slightly,” he whispered, looking away again and blinking.

🎶 Boy stop playin’ 🎶

“Why are you acting like you’re shy?” She smiles at him, tilting her head to one side, biting her lip. His breath became shallow as they stared at each other’s eyes, in comfortable silence. It felt like a moment was forever before she cleared her throat. “I’ll take that eye from you now, Sova.” She chuckles again.

Getting the eye off of him was not as painful as he would’ve thought, the numbing cream helped. Apparently static electricity damaged it. It was designed to be impervious to static electricity but alas, accidents happen. The inside of his eye looked fine minus the minor bruising, and she reassured him that seeing his eye like this didn’t bother her at all. “Sova I’ve dug out bullets from your shoulders with my fingers, don’t act like seeing your healed eye is something I’m not used to.”

As she worked, they talked about anything and everything that came to mind. How their day had been going, how was work, how was home. The conversation never seemed to end with the both of them.

“So, here’s what I’m advising. Take these anti-biotics every 6 hours, make sure you’ve eaten before though. I’m out of stock on the eyedrops but I’ll let you know when I have them again. In the meantime, stop touching it and make sure your hands are clean,” she slaps on his hand playfully, and he just huffs, the corner of his lips tugging slightly upward. “Thank you, Y/N. You are… wonderful.” He breathes out the compliment, smiling to himself.

🎶 Why you beatin’ round the bushn’~ 🎶

She returned his smile and crossed her arms. “You always say that. But thanks,” she shrugged, leaning on the wall, standing across him as he remained sitting on the table. He grits his teeth.

“I mean it. You are.”

“Yes. I know you mean it.”

“Y-you’re very wonderful. Kind, and beautiful. You smell great.”

“Uhuh? Thanks… haha.”

God what was this sudden urge to… to speak up? He didn’t know why but he needed to close this distance. It was gnawing at him. He couldn’t let this moment, this chance slip by him. He had to seize it. He internally fought the urge to chicken out and took a deep breath.

🎶 Knowin’ you want all this woman, never knock it till you try~ 🎶

He suddenly stood up and walked towards her, and she jolted upward out of instinct, one hand on her chest. He was a hunter after all, he could be intimidating. But everyone who knew him would say otherwise.

“I was wondering if you’d want to… come with me sometimes. I know a good place for coffee, we could come by after you take inventory of supplies. I think I could be of use in that department.” He asked spontaneously, his mouth stuck in a half smile as he realized what he’d said.

Y/N’s mouth was open, her eyebrow raised in shock. She was fighting the urge to laugh at his proposal. That was sudden, she thought. “W-wait, wait, are you asking me out? For coffee?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed and smile suppressed. He cleared his throat and looked around.

“Yes, I thought it would be a great idea to repay you for all of the help you’ve given me, digging out bullets from my flesh and all.” And with that, her room was filed with laughter, her laughter, a sound he’d come to love. “Yes, of course, I’ll take that offer. And maybe you’d like to show me some of the photographs you’ve taken of Russia? I’d love to see them.” She giggled, holding on his arm and squeezing gently.

His eyes widened. He was elated that she said yes that he almost didn’t hear her request. “When we both have free time, I’d like to take you there myself. My babushka makes great pastries.” He chuckles, his cheeks dusted with pink. Her hand trailed upwards from his elbow to his shoulder, then it settles on his cheek. Caressing it slightly, she then pinches it between her fingers, tugging. He winces.

“Let’s do the coffee thing first. Then we’ll talk about the second date.” She rolls her eyes teasingly. God he was on cloud 9 right now. He was confident that she’d say yes, but he was overthinking things. He should’ve just done this way earlier. “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a long time now…” he admits, scratching his cheek with his finger. She then chuckles back.

“I’d let you had I known it. Why don’t you say so?”

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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smoke and glitter

robin’s been begging you to throw a party down by the lake on your uncle’s farm, like on another level, so you finally give in and who does she drag along? some coworker from the mall and he’s a total dork…right? | ( 2k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

S M O K E A N D G L I T T E R 🎶 something about you, level 42

The inky black Indiana sky cracked open, flames from the bonfire licking up at the stars as it popped and snapped against the dark. The hot summer sun had finally sunk behind the horizon in a show of bright tangerine, melted pinks, and hazy blues, but the heat it had carried was lingering. Everything was dirt roads, and windows down, and music played too loud.

Would your uncle be mad if knew this was happening at the cabin? Maybe. But he was out of town for another three days and that was plenty of time to cover up the evidence. You hoped.

Besides, Robin had been up your ass for weeks about throwing a party and you were one puppy-dog-eyed “please” away from kicking her, and honestly it did sound fun. Summer was almost over and the thought of not-college was a major bummer, so you needed a distraction.

The keg was on ice, your stereo was screaming, I Ain’t the One, by Skynyrd, and the wooden picnic table was covered in Pringles, all kinds of trash candy, and several handles of booze. Just the essentials.

Grabbing the keg tap you were trying to follow the instructions your older cousin had mumbled over the phone, but it wasn’t going in. “Dammit,” you grumbled, looking at the end of it and then back to the keg, “…the fuck?” You were about to throw it, to fix it of course, but your ears caught the sound of a familiar truck rumbling down the drive.

Robin.

“About time!” you yelled at her with a grin, waving the keg tap in the air.

“We had to close, sorry!”

We? Watching as Robin hopped out of the driver’s seat you saw the passenger door open, only able to see a pair of beat up Blazers land in the grass. So she brought a friend, whatever.

Looking back down at the beer you felt your face grow hot again. It seemed to taunt you, cold and refreshing and just waiting for you to figure your shit out. With a frown you grabbed the tap and gave it one more shove, but it slipped and with a loud clang! fell into the overly long, neglected grass at your feet. “Why??” you grumbled about to give it a swift kick, but then a hand reached down to grab it.

“Here, lemme help.”

Skin like gold sprinkled with freckles, caramel colored eyes dripping with honey, and quite possibly the softest lips you’d ever seen. Your heart fluttered against your ribcage and you felt heat creep across your cheeks.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, we closed up at Scoops and it was just so damn hot and you know how your skin gets all sticky when you’re sitting in the car? Like you literally become part of the seat? So when I said I was coming here after work, we both decided a cold beer sounded like just the best thing ever, so I told Steve he could come,” Robin gave you her sweetest smile and the look you shot back made her grin even more.

As Robin scampered away you tried your best to not to look over at Steve again, afraid of the flush that had swept over you cheeks, but you could feel him looking at you.

“Totally great!” you said back to Robin, putting on a smile that you hoped looked more normal than panicked.

“Yeah, these things are tricky,” Steve tried to reassure you, but it hardly seemed tricky at all when he got it to pop into place almost instantly, hissing with a release of pressure. You felt your cheeks flush again. Dammit.

Another set of lights were coming down the drive and Robin nearly squealed with delight, “Vicki!” And she was off running to greet her friend without a second glance leaving you and Steve standing as awkwardly as possible next to the keg.

“Beer?” you said, voice pitched higher than normal and you cleared it to try and gather yourself.

“Oh god, yeah that sounds amazing,” Steve said reaching to grab a cup off the table while you primed the tap. Holding his cup out for you, you started to fill it and when you looked up he did the same, your eyes meeting for the first time.

Holy shit. How was so he damn pretty? Your breath caught in your throat.

“Uh–” Steve started, but it looked like he was struggling too and you wanted to crawl into a hole. Could this be anymore awkward? Steve gave you a lopsided smile and ran his hand through his hair, “S–so, d’you come here often or?”

“Uhm. Yeah? I live here…”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, right. I knew that,” Steve’s cheeks matched the red of the Vans on your feet as he dropped his gaze and then it was quiet again until Robin came running back with Vicki in hand.

“Look! It’s Vicki!” she announced. “And she brought Keith. Be cool, Keith,” she shot the taller boy a look and he grumbled a whatever in response.

“Great! There’s beer and snacks and I’m pretty sure Eddie’s bringing some weed, but he’s not here yet…” you looked up the drive to see more lights coming and you felt your stomach settle. Good. More people. And more people meant less chance of running into Steve again. Friends and tag-along’s piled out of trucks and cars and you went into full-on host mode.

“Grab a beer!”

“Yeah, there’s a toilet inside.”

Can you throw another pallet on the fire?”

“Be right back!”

The night spun by in a dizzying blur, laughter mingled with smoke and the skunky scent of Eddie’s weed, music rubbing against your eardrums, the endless sky hanging over you like a blanket poked through with bright glittering stars. It had cooled down a bit and you’d pulled one of your cousin’s too-big flannels over your strappy tank top as it fell past your shorts. It was perfect.

The buzz that you were swimming in felt so nice a permanent smile pulled at your lips as you wandered from group to group checking in on people. You were about to find Eddie for another spliff when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” your voice started out like it would had you been greeting a friend, but it fell at the end when you turned to come face to face with Steve. “Oh. Hey,” came out softer, but you felt your smile lingering this time.

“Uhm, great party by the way. Really great,” he stumbled over his words and your smile tugged up into a smirk. He was so nervous, it was so cute.

“Thanks.”

“I just wanted to like, see if you needed a break. You know? Running around checking on people. Someone should check on you, right?” he pushed his hair out of his face, looking at you with his deep brown eyes turned burnt caramel in the light of the bonfire, and you swore you were going to float away with the sparks that were crackling into the dark.

“Oh. That sounds…” what did it sound like? “That sounds nice.”

The smile he gave you then nearly knocked you over and you felt your heart flutter against your ribcage again when his fingers tangled with yours, pulling you up the steps and into the cabin.

It was warmer inside, like summer was stuck between the windows and the curtains, the air thick and wrapping its arms around you. Music buzzed on the radio while Steve dug in the fridge for a couple cans of beer.

Psssh.

Cracking them both open he leaned against the counter and gave you another boyish smile. “Thanks for letting me crash,” he said, voice much more confident and steadier than it had been before. Maybe it was the liquid courage or maybe it was the fact it was just the two of you.

“Sure, the more the merrier.”

“So. How d’you know Robin?” he asked, taking a pull of his beer.

You laughed then, because Robin was your impossible best friend and you’d be so lost without her and how in the hell was she hanging out with Steve fucking Harrington. “Band, 6th grade,” you said simply, bringing your own beer to your lips, “What about you? Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington?” Your brow quirked skeptically.

He grinned then, like there was a secret there you weren’t privy to, and shook his head. “Scoops of course, ahoy!” he lifted his beer at you, huffing a laugh, and then softened, “Robin’s great. We’re just really, really good friends.”

Your grin fell a bit at his last sentence because you didn’t know him, but you knew he’d meant what he’d said, and if Robin liked him then he couldn’t be that bad. Right?

Silence lingered then, the air between you crackling and buzzing like it was electric. The dim light from the lamp by your uncle’s arm chair chased across the room, casting a shadow on Steve’s face and you felt a heat kindle in your chest.

The line of his jaw, the way his lips curved into a smile, stray locks of hair falling into his eyes. And then he put his beer on the counter and tilted his head slightly, grinning like a maniac. “Hey, d’you hear that?”

“Hear wha–”

“Level 42! Ohhhh, drawn into the stream of undefined illusion, those diamond dreams they can't disguise the truuuuuth,” he burst into song and without hesitation grabbed your hand in his. Pushing your hip with his other hand he twirled you under his arm and then pulled you in against him, swaying along with the music.

You laughed so hard your head fell back, Steve laughing along with you as you both picked up the chorus, “That there is something about you, baby so right I wouldn't be without you, baby toniiiiight!”

He dipped you, your body moving perfectly in-tune with his, but when he pulled you back up your faces were dangerously close, both of you taking in heavy breaths. It was all smoke and cedar and spearmint gum, crackling bonfire and boy.

A soft, oh, escaped you then when you saw the way Steve was looking at you. Both of you a mess of hair, tangled arms, and fluttering hearts. Then he asked, “Can I…can I kiss you?”

Without skipping a beat you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips to his, curious and searching and warm. He tasted sweet like licorice and you couldn’t help grinning against him.

As you pulled away you saw he was grinning too and you bit into your lower lip before leaning in again. This time it was hotter, loaded, and you felt his tongue slip across your lip. God he was good at kissing. And you opened to him, tasting the sweet on his mouth, hands tangling in his hair–

“Hey, so the keg’s tapped and we need someone to–” Robin burst in, the door hitting the wall behind it. “Oh! Oh shit, oh god, sorry! I’ll come back!” and she grinned so big at you both you couldn’t even be mad. She scrambled back down the front steps in a whirl of laughter, telling Vicki how she knew that was going to happen.

Jamming his tongue into his cheek Steve shook his head, cheeks warm and flushed, but kept his hands at your waist, “Jesus, Robin.”

“Oh my god, classic Robin,” you snarked, unable to wipe the grin off your face.

It was quiet for just a second and then Steve looked back down at you, hand finding yours again, “Maybe we should check on the keg?”

You fixed him with a look and hummed in thought, “I kinda wanna hear what song plays next.”

His face lit up as he caught your hint and pulled you in close again, “Oh, prepare yourself. I’ve got so many more moves up my sleeve.”

“Can’t wait,” you said, and you kissed him again, all sticky sweet and summer and crackling fire.

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catindabag · 11 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (28)

*The Capitol Zoo Fiasco* Read [this] & [this] first.

Reaper: *is extremely annoyed* Are we there yet?

Drunk!Sejanus: *starts singing* 🎶We’re going to zoo in our favorite rocket ship🎶

Drunk!Coryo: 🎶Zooming through the sky🎶

Drunk!Lysistrata: 🎶Little Einstein!🎶

Drunk!Festus: 🎶Climb aboard! Get ready to explore!🎶

Drunk!Coryo: 🎶There’s so much to find🎶

Lucy Gray: 🎶Little Einstein!🎶

Jessup: Lucy Gray, what are you doing?! You can’t just join them! They’re Capitol!

Lucy Gray: Oh, Jessup, don’t be shy now.

Reaper: Are we there yet?!

Drunk!Lysistrata: 🎶We’re going on a mission🎶

Drunk!Sejanus: 🎶Start the countdown🎶

Drunk!Festus: 🎶5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

Peacekeeper: *aggressively opens the door* Will you kids f*ckin’ shut up?!

Drunk!Coryo: Never! We haven’t sung the best part-

Peacekeeper: We’re already here! Everyone get out!

Drunk!Coryo: BOO. HOO. You can’t just order us around, officer. We have President Ravinstill on our side!

Drunk!Sejanus: Yeah! What my Snow Angel said!

Peacekeeper: THAT. IS. IT! You’re all going down the chute with the Tributes!

Drunk!Festus: Wait! I’m afraid of falling!😭

The Tributes: Well, sh*t!

Everyone: *slides down the chute*

Drunk!Coryo: My poor gorgeous back!

Marcus: Who kicked me?!😠🔪

Drunk!Sejanus: Someone get their thigh out of my face!

Treech: My beautiful thigh!

Drunk!Lysistrata: My elegant elbows!

Mizzen: Get your stupid hand off my face, Pablo!

Panlo: It’s Panlo!

Drunk!Festus: Someone’s kicking my head!

Teslee: Who is squeezing my foot?!

Reaper: Stop crushing my ribs, Dill!

Tanner: Stop touching my ass, Brandy!

Brandy: I swear that ain’t me!

Coral: Whoops! That was actually me. Sorry!

Jessup: Can you guys just get off already?! There’s a camera crew filming us right now!

Drunk!Coryo: Really?! Hi, Tigris! Hi, Grandma’am! I’m on TV!

Drunk!Sejanus: *follows Coryo* Hi, Ma! I’m alive and well!

Lucy Gray: Jessup, look at me! Is my hair alright? Do I look pretty for the cameras?

Jessup: I’m not qualified enough to make that judgment.

Coral: We all look like sh*t, 12.🙄

Drunk!Coryo: Nope. That’s false information. I always look fabulous~!💅

Drunk!Sejanus: Yup! Those lips are pretty as always, gorgeous!😘

Drunk!Coryo: Oh, thanks, love!

Drunk!Sejanus: No problem, Babe.

Mizzen: Go get a room or kiss already!

Drunk!Lysistrata: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss-

Lepidus: You kids are from The Academy, right?

Drunk!Lysistrata: *tries to cover her face from the camera* Who are you?! Why are you asking?! Are you here for my drugs- I mean, vitamins?!

Lepidus: What?! No! I’m-

Drunk!Festus: We ain’t telling you nothing! I ain’t no snitch nor criminal!

Lepidus: Calm down, kid. I’m Lepidus Malmsey.

Treech: Lepidus who?

Lepidus: A reporter for Capitol News!

Drunk!Coryo: Capitol News?! Are we in jail?

Drunk!Sejanus: Why are those people staring at us?

Drunk!Festus: Am I in trouble?

Drunk!Lysistrata: I never smuggled anything illegal, officer! I swear it on my father’s stethoscopes!

Lepidus: To be fair, you four are not even allowed to be here in the first place.

Drunk!Festus: That’s a lie! Felix Ravinstill never said we can’t!

Drunk!Coryo: So here we are.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Of course, all in the name of research!

Drunk!Festus: Yup! Good ol’ academic research for Dean Casca Highbottom!

Drunk!Sejanus: My good old friend, Marcus from District 2 even invited us here!

Lepidus: So Marcus invited you to fetch him and the other Tributes at the train station for research?

Drunk!Sejanus: That’s right!

Marcus: What?! Why would I- They’re clearly lying to you!

Drunk!Coryo: Nope. Our research is very important!😉

Marcus: They’re all delusional!

Drunk!Sejanus: Marcus, that’s so mean!🥺

Marcus: And they were drunk too!

Coral: Unfortunately, they still are.😒

Drunk!Festus: No, I’m not.

Lepidus: Seems like you are, kid. But Marcus-

Marcus: I swear I never met them in my entire life!

Lepidus: So why does the Plinth boy know your name?

Marcus: Who said I was Marcus?! I’m not Marcus!

Reaper: Whatever you say, Marcus.

Lucy Gray: Oh, don’t be too harsh on our Mentors! They even gave each one of us gift baskets and ham sandwiches!

Mizzen: The cookies were delicious too. 10 out of 10! I’m willing to eat again!

Brandy: Same.

Lepidus: That’s so thoughtful of them-

Peacekeeper: Oi! Oi! Show’s over! We were ordered to bring the four of them back to school.

Drunk!Coryo: No fair! We haven’t even greeted the crowd yet!

Drunk!lysistrata: Hello, kids!

Peacekeeper: Nope. Not today.

Drunk!Festus: But the crowd is waiting for Festus Creed!

Peacekeeper: *turns to his partner* Bring the handcuffs! They’re being ridiculous and rebellious!

Drunk!Festus: I can’t believe you just said that!

Drunk!Lysistrata: The audacity!

Peacekeeper: I’m an officer. Your argument is invalid.

Drunk!Sejanus: Are we still on TV?

Lepidus: Yeah. Unfortunately, the cameras are still rolling.

Drunk!Sejanus: I think I’m gonna be sick.

Drunk!Coryo: I think I’m gonna puke.

Drunk!Festus: Me too.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Does anybody have water?

Peacekeeper: What?! No! Not here! Not in front of Panem!

Lepidus: Think about your school’s reputation!

The Tributes: Oh, it’s happening!😱

Coral: Yup. It’s totally happening.

Jessup: Not in front of my stale bread!

Lucy Gray: Everybody, scatter!

*Meanwhile, at The Academy*

Felix: *sighs and turns off the TV* Well, I think we should just practice singing ✨Gem of Panem✨ before we meet our Tributes.

Iphigenia: Why? What’s the occasion?

Vipsania: Are we gonna attend another funeral?

Arachne: Maybe a wedding?

Felix: Nope. Not even close.

Apollo: So why do we have to sing-

Felix: Our reputation as esteemed Mentors is officially dead.

Androcles: Yup! Dead on arrival.

Pup: I don’t get it.

Felix: We literally saw it dying on live television just now.

Hilarius: So when’s the rehearsal?

Livia: Oh, shut up, Hilari.

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pizzapizzeria · 13 days

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(TW: Verbal abuse) Not only is this chapter a flashback, but it’s also full of angst.

Back to the old grind: part 3.

Deep in the Pizza Tower, PizzaHead was trying to make a few more Peppino clones for the War section, he already made plenty of them, but he insisted that he needed to make a few more, so he was sitting by the test tube, singing some songs to pass the time.

“🎶I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart!🎶” He continued his singing for a while, going through his favorite show tunes until something finally appeared in the test tube.

“Took ya long enough! Now come on out, we gotta get your training started and…Oh my, you look different.”

He was right, this clone was very different than the others, instead of being an exact copy of Peppino, he was long, lanky, and stood out like a sore thumb.

“Well ya ain’t what I wanted, but I’ll give you a shot!” The pizza clown pulled out a rotary phone, dialed a number, and played with the phone’s cord.

“Hey, Gerome!! Can ya bring the elevator down here? I gotta bring this clone to the training area! What’s that? The training area’s on every floor? Oh yeah, I forgot! Thanks for your help, ol’ chum! Now go and do your job.” PizzaHead rudely hung up the phone and dragged the clone towards the floating eye.

“Everyone tells me that this floating eye is weird, and I know it’s weird, but I really don’t care.” PizzaHead threw the clone in the floating eye and followed him after, and they both arrived at a strange dimension with floating pink platforms.

“Alright then, this room will show me your potential, you probably don’t have any but I could be wrong, break a leg!!” The training was a disaster, The clone had all the normal abilities Peppino did, but he used them wrong, instead of being a precise attacker, he kept bumping into walls, and instead of attacking the enemies, he avoided them entirely.

“What are you doing, ya maroon?!” PizzaHead was getting frustrated. “You’re wasting my time, and I’m running out of patience!” The clone flinched at the sudden yelling and looked a little sad, he didn’t know what he was doing wrong. “I̴’̴m̸ ̸s̷o̸r̶r̸y̴.”

“Ugh, whatever! I got one more test for ya!” PizzaHead placed a blob of dough near the clone. “Pretend this dough is your worst enemy, now beat the crap out of it!” And to his shock, the clone began making a pizza! the pizza was actually really good when it was finished, but he didn’t care, he reached his breaking point.

“NO, NO, NO!!” PizzaHead grabbed the clone and dragged him out of the training area. “I can’t believe it, everything ya do is completely wrong, you can’t do anything right!” He threw the clone inside an empty closet. “There! This will teach ya to be a mistake!” After the door was slammed shut, the clone was left alone in the dark and he was scared, he curled up on the floor and began to sob.

“I̴’̸m̵ ̴s̷o̸ ̵s̴o̷r̶r̷y̵,̶ ̶w̸h̷a̵t̴ ̴d̵i̵d̸ ̶I̵ ̵d̶o̴ ̶w̷r̸o̵n̶g̵?̶ ̸I̵’̷l̸l̵ ̸n̷e̴v̸e̷r̴ ̵d̶o̴ ̴i̷t̶ ̶a̶g̷a̷i̸n̷!̶”

When the clone finished his story, Peppino, Gustavo, and Mr. Stick were horrified. “So you-a fought me because you were-a lonely?”

The clone slowly nodded his head and continued to cry. “Shhh, it’s alright.” Gustavo said, gently rubbing the look-alike’s back, when the clone’s breathing evened out to occasional hiccups, Peppino spoke up.

“Look, I’m-a sorry you had to go through that, you didn’t-a deserve it at all, and I don’t want you to-a go through that again, I can’t believe I’m-a saying this, but do you want to stay with us from-a now on?”

The whole pizzeria fell silent, waiting for someone to speak up, and then Peppino’s look-alike tackled him in a hug.

“Y̶e̶s̷, I̶ ̷d̴o̶!” Peppino tried to wiggle his way out of the clone’s hug, he didn’t mind it but it was a little too rough.

“Are you-a absolutely sure you want-a to stay here?” The clone nodded his head repeatedly, it seemed his mind was made up. When the clone broke the hug, Peppino tried to gasp for air, man, that thing had a tight grip!

“Alright-a then, it’s settled! But you may need a new name, things could-a get pretty confusing if we’re both Peppino, so what should-a your new name be?” The clone scratched his chin as he thought, until he had an idea! “I w̴a̴n̷t̵ ̶t̵o̷ ̴b̶e̴ ̵c̷a̵l̴l̷e̶d̴ ̶F̷a̴k̷e̷ ̷P̴e̸p̸p̶i̵n̸o̸, F̵a̴k̷e̵ ̵f̵o̴r̴ ̴s̷h̸o̸r̷t̶.”

Everyone thought his new name was a little self-deprecating, but if that’s what he wanted to be called, then they wouldn’t object. “Well then-a Fake, welcome-a to the Spaghetti family!” Peppino was glad that things went well with Fake, and he was fine with having it stay with him, but that did make him think about everyone else from the Tower, would they show back up too? Only time would tell…

#peppino spaghetti #gustavo #mr stick #fake peppino #pizzahead #gerome #pizza tower #pizza tower fanfic #back to the old grind

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dabiscrustyfeet · 1 year

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Hi, I really liked what you wrote. Can you do the reaction of the brothers when they learn that their children are harassed because of his half human blood? The little one didn't want to say anything, ashamed of being weak when they were their children.

Awww this is such a cute post thank u for requesting my love

(Im so sorry it took so long)

The sins find out their kid was harassed because they have half human blood

Lucifer

First of all

How dare people harass his child

No seriously – you have a death wish

Second of all

His child ain’t weak just because they have half human blood

They are stronger than most demons mkay

So y’all hurting them is 1: a death wish 2: idiocy and 3: he will tell his child to beat yo ass once they get a grip of their power

So when his kid comes to him looking upset – oh he knows and he’s not happy

The kiddo was about to say some lame ass excuse and he cuts them off

‘You know you’re not weak right? You’re still young, your power will grow, okay dear?’

As soon as his kid says ‘aren’t you ashamed that i couldn’t defend myself ?’

Bruh– he’s looking at his kid like 👁👄👁

He’s offended– you think he’s ashamed?

Staring at his kid like they grew three heads

‘No i am not ashamed’ honestly said it with so much finality you’d have thought he was in an argument

Obviously he needs to make his kid feel better so [insert very soft dad lucifer comforting his child]

And when the his pride and joy [his kid, if you didn’t realise] fell asleep

He decided to ready the not so secret torture chamber in the basement

He had a few guests coming over

Mammon

Oof- i feel sorry for whoever hurt this mans kid

First off, mammon has a soft spot for kids; he has a nine year old to look after and pays child support for and he absolutely adores luke

Second off, you thought lucifer and beel were scary when it comes to protecting their family if someone hurt them

Well, mammon is terrifying

So, mammon is minding his business, ya know, doing things the avatar of greed does

And his kid has come home and goes straight to their room

And mammon was kinda hyper fixated on some shit, so obviously, levi pops in the guys room and tells him his kid is home

Now you have mammon running to his kid to ask them about their day

And he hears them sobbing, face down on their bed Disney style

Now mammon is very concerned

‘Whats wrong?’ He asked his kid

They kinda cry harder, so mammon holds them close, as he did with his brothers once

Once they calm down they tell mams what happened and they’ve been hurt and they think he’s ashamed

He pretty much shuts down the idea just like lucifer has cuz uno: he loves his kid dos: he ain’t ashamed , and he loves them and tres: they’re his kid, so they will be powerful in due time

You and i both know that mammon is the best at controlling his anger, and he’d rather comfort his child than commit a felony

But don’t you think he forgotten oh no he hasn’t

After a few days of regaining the child’s happiness, and they are better than ever

Thats when he strikes

With the help of his crows, he manages to locate them bitches who put the idea that his kid is weak cuz they have half human blood in their head

And lets say that those hoes are now resting in pieces

There is a reason why mammon is the second strongest avatar

Do not underestimate his power

Leviathan

Levi was watching tsl for the umpteenth time

Annd he got bored, so he decided to see if his kid was back home

He likes watching anime with them, i mean it does get boring alone sometimes

He saw them walk out the door, and he ran to ask if they wanna play a game or something

And his kid be like ‘🥲 sure’

Levi is bamboozled and would like an explanation

He wants to know why they look like that

Like who hurt you? Why you upset 🤨

The kid tries to lie or some shit

Babes. Levi is the grand admiral for a reason

🎶Why you lying why you always lying🎶

Once he got the truth out of his kid this mans envy comes out

‘Its not fair, they shouldn’t treat you like this– don’t they know that you’re my kid? How dare they hurt you?!’

And now he’s holding his kid close to him : a way to prevent him from flooding the house

Which also meant that he unknowingly turned into his demon form, meaning his tail is also hugging his kid

I mean what else do you expect with a tail get your head out the gutter

Now once he calmed down, he reassured his kid that ‘these fucktards were jealous of you, that you are powerful and who cares if youve got half human blood?🤨 you can still beat their asses no problem’

He’s out here making them think of all the things they could do to those harassers once their power increases

Unfortunately this kid also does watch whatever anime they have over there with levi, meaning they are cultured

They read and watched death note, so now we have a little light yagami waiting for their power to awaken

Levi doesn’t have to do much to the harassers really

You thought Lotan was huge?

The Leviathan makes Lotan look like a butterfly

Satan

Oh satan, satan, satan

Damn

I don’t even know what to say

This man was doing his daily things

Read a book, check on the cats, read a book, check on the cats, go to the cat cafe, read a book

You get the point

Satan is already a whole menace on his own

Imagine him and his kid together

They wreck shit together, be cynical together, prank lucifer together, hunt down assholes together

They’re basically best friends

This kid, being a lot like satan, doesn’t cry easily

So imagine the shock when satan comes home from petting some stray cats

His menace of child- crying while reading a book

So he asks them whats the matter

‘Who do i need to defenestrate?’

So kid is like ‘ah no nothing is wrong this book is just sad’

Decent excuse that satan actually bought

So he decides to sit with them to comfort them, yanno

Sometimes books can be depressing

Until he reads the front cover

Which reads ‘Heidi’

Sure some parts are sad, but boi it is not enough for you to cry

So he’s a little confused

‘Are you lying?’

‘No’ they say while not giving eye contact

Lies.

How does he know?

He just does

‘You’re lying. What happened ?’

Obviously, they end up fessing up how they feel like satan is ashamed and how they are weak cuz of the human blood in them

Cue angry satan noises

Like levi, he got mad for his kid

You know them little book towers in his room

That shit went tumbling down

Hoes very mad

So ✨reassurance time✨

After the child is happy, feeling better, he goes on a rampage

Massive rampage

He uses his connections and all

Made use of everything he has

Some point he roped lucifer’s own connections in

Nobody can escape the wrath of Satan

Asmodeus

The last thing anyone should be doing is insulting his kid

Ik his child is taught self love from a young age

Anyone who tries to make his kid self loathe ends up on the blacklist

Asmo’s kid is obviously real confident in almost everything

So imagine the shock of asmo when he sees his kid bawling their eyes out with a tub of ice cream in their lap

Now this kid normally cries dramatically and makes it known

But they hid away in asmos room, all is not well.

We now have an avatar of sin fretting over his kid, wiping tears and shit ya know

And asks what the matter is

So when asmo hears what comes out of his kids mouth, he goes haywire

About to go crazy

But keeps it in

Asmodeus inhales and exhales, to calm himself down

‘Darling, your my child, and you are a thousand times more powerful than those idiots. How about we have a bath and watch some movies, hmm?’

Is what he says

Since his kid absolutely hates violence (they find it a waste of time) , he cant really say what he about to do

So he decides to leave the matter till later and chooses to comfort the kid ( while also finding out about who made his kid upset)

And asmo manages to locate them hoes who hurt his kid

He may not like getting his hands dirty but he sure as hell will do it for his child

He is a ruler of hell after all

Beelzebub

Whoever hurt this mans kid is daft

Anyways

His child was found outside gardening

And beel was passing by till he hears his child speaking to the plants

‘Maybe they think that will make the plants grow, cute’

Or so he thought

My guy came closer and heard the poor kid crying to the plants saying shit like ‘im a disgrace’

So he scoops them up in his arms and holds them close.

He decides to distract them and calm them down, drink some water and the cookie he had ( he trying his best)

Among the things that he shows the child is his demon form

The child was always fascinated with the sound of his wings

The soft buzz of his wings calmed them down, and their cheeks was stuffed of the cookies, looking very much like a hamster

Beel asks them of why they were crying and it turns out that they thought he was ashamed of them being a half blood

Which is an idea that ya boy shut down completely

We all know that beel is quite blunt with what he says, and so he asked them who put the idea in his head

When the tell him the kids names, he quite frankly says ‘they don’t amount to anything if they find happiness in hurting others feelings - don’t think much of them too much okay, they wont bother you anymore’

Damn right they didnt

Because they were dead

What can i say? His stomach is bottomless pit, he may as well make use of it

Belphegor

Now, why would you do that?

What possessed you to target Belphegor’s child?

The kid of the homicidal maniac

The kid of the man who is insane

The kid of a guy who strangled you

Clearly you haven’t thought this through

So the child is up in the attic, in a corner, sulking

We all know that belphie has problems, but these problems are set aside to see what is going on with his kid

Belphegor just sits there, next to the child, and pulls them to his lap, stroking the kids hair-hes being very wholesome at the moment

After a few minutes, the kid has their tension eased from their shoulders, feeling very calm after all

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ is what belphie asks

He knew the second the kid stilled in his lap something has happened

Surprisingly, he tries to coax the kid into telling him what happened, but like also saying they don’t need to tell him if they don’t want to

We all know he a nosy prick and he definitely wants to know

The second he finds out, the temperature in the attic drops

However, he acts like all is well and continues humming a lullaby to his kid

If the lullaby was a sleeping spell in disguise, the child will never know

After the kid falls asleep and belphie tucks them to bed, he leaves the room and decides to take a stroll outside to calm his nerves

Once he felt very calm he decides to go back home

Lets say his efforts of trying not to cause murder went down the drain

Why, you may ask?

Its because he saw them dudes who thought they could make his kid feel bad about themselves

Now, I like to think belphegor has some sort of hypnotic power, whether to immobilise someone or to make them sleep, he has it

His voice is soft and sweet, a melody of its own kind

The people seem to answer; their bodies moving towards an alleyway, eyes glazed over

Belphegor stalks by, and the song he sings starts increasing in tempo, danger screams in the hearts of the hypnotised demons

The melody stops to an abrupt halt

The demons wake up from what they thought was a slumber, and they see-

They see the avatar of sloth looming over them, in all his glory

They do not what they have done to invoke the wrath of the youngest

…

They are liars

They knew whose child that was, yet they didn’t care for the whispers of disbelief around them, nor did they care for the consequences

So, now they, the demons, pressed against the wall of the dark alleyway, lay there

Eyes glazed over, hands squeezing their necks, living through their worst nightmares

Those whispers of disbelief these unfortunate demons heard were warnings

The Avatar of Sloth, who looking down on the with pure ecstasy, is truly a monster

Why??

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#omswd #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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fluff-shot-central · 2 years

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Treat Me Mean ‘n Cruel

This one’s for @she-is-juniper, because you got me thinkin’ about frat boy Elvis. I also may have been the anon to send you that Thot. (Feel like that tips readers off, but that means this is a college AU) Hooooooo boy, buckle up folks! Was not beta-read bc it took me three days and I’m burnt out from work lmao

WARNINGS: smut, teasing, riding, teensy bit of degradation, frat boy Elvis (that’s gotta be a warning, c’mon now)

“Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in here?”

You jump, spinning from your spot against the counter to watch the stranger enter the kitchen, drink in hand. You eye him over your own drink - he’s attractive, there’s no denying that. With piercing ice-blue eyes, messy jet-black hair, and pink kissable lips, he has to be -

“Elvis Presley,” he continues, raising his cup in a mock toast. “If you like what you see, could I get your name?” He winks. “Of course, if you prefer, I could just keep calling you pretty girl.”

You chuckle. “Well, since you’re so persistent...it’s Y/N.”

He gives a low hoot of appreciation. “Now, that’s a mighty nice name you got there. And what’re you doin’ at my party, Miss Y/N?”

“I came with a few friends - they’ve been begging me to tag along at least once, and I figured if I came this time, they’d leave me alone afterwards.”

“Parties ain’t your scene?” he asks, coming over to lean on the countertop beside you.

“Oh, some parties are fine...it’s the company I take issue with,” you say, raking your eyes along his frame again.

Elvis feigns an affronted gasp. “Ma’am, if you think I’m any less than an upstanding Southern gentleman, I’m afraid all you’ve heard are nasty rumours. I promise I can be good.”

“Oh, I never said you couldn’t, Mr Presley,” you reply, maybe slightly more suggestively than you’d intended. You watch, a little entertained, as he chokes on his drink.

With red cheeks and pink ears, he stammers, “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, you just caught me off-guard a bit, is all. You, ah...”

“What did I say?” you ask, feigning innocence. It’s fun to watch him get all hot and bothered, and it doesn’t hurt that he looks even cuter when he’s flustered.

“You just - it was - ah, never mind.” He runs a hand through his hair, making it even messier that it was before.

You laugh, deciding to let him off the hook. “I’m sorry Mr Presley, but you’re just so easy to rile up. I couldn’t resist.”

Something flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone before you get a chance to properly register what it could be.

“Forgive me if I sound a bit forward, miss, but I’d like to take this conversation to the bedroom.” Elvis keeps his stare laser-focused on you, and you feel a shiver travel up your spine.

“Well, I don’t let just any boy get me alone...are you gonna be good, Mr Presley?” you murmur, leaning forward just a bit to trace a finger along the column of his throat.

He slams his cup on the counter and grabs you by the thighs, hoisting you up around his waist so that you have to look down to meet his gaze. “Oh, I think you and I could have a pretty good time, mama,” he says, taking the opportunity to steal your cup and set it to the side as well.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” you ask, sliding down his body until your feet hit the ground. “Show me just how good you can be.”

🎶🔥🎶

Elvis only just manages to close the door behind you before you’re falling onto the bed. You can barely think straight - your mind is full of his taste, his smell, the feel of his hands on every part of you. You let out a moan as his tongue teases its way into your mouth, and your nails rake along Elvis’ back, making creases in his perfectly-ironed shirt. He moans in response, hips dipping just a little bit lower in search of some sort of friction. He likes that, you notice, filing it away for later use. His reaction gives you an idea.

You break the kiss and he lets out a noise of protest, chasing your lips, but you put a finger against his to stop him. “Easy now, Mr Presley...you wouldn’t want to seem too desperate, would you? I thought you were supposed to be a playboy.” You smirk as his breaths quicken, placing a palm on his chest to flip him over so you can crawl on top. His pupils are blown wide and he’s practically panting at this point, swollen lips and messy hair simply adding to his appeal. Your hands dance along the buttons of his half-open shirt, allowing the rest of the fabric to fall away so his chest is completely exposed. You shift up his body, resting your thighs on either side of his abdomen so you can lean over and press your lips to the column of his throat. You scrape your teeth just slightly over the soft skin, and the keen Elvis lets out is something you’ll never forget.

“Shh, you don’t want your friends hearing you, do you?” you murmur, grinning wide against his neck. “What would they think if they saw the Elvis Presley so whipped for a girl?”

“I...I don’t really care what they’d think, mama, just do that again, please,” he begs, and you can feel his chest rising and falling under your own...not to mention the prominent bulge starting to grow against your core.

“Mm...” you hum, pretending to think about it. “Strip for me, Elvis.”

He scrambles out from under you and practically rips his clothes off - his shirt is on the floor in seconds, but he’s so flustered he struggles with his jeans. He lets out a groan of frustration, but still can’t get his fingers to work the zipper quick enough. You laugh, taking pity on him when he looks up at you desperately. “Come here, baby. Let me take care of that.” You deftly undo the button, sliding the zipper down so he can step out, leaving him in just his boxers.

“You’ve still...got an awful...lot of clothes on, darlin’,” he pants, looking like he’s trying to regain some of his bravado...and failing miserably. You laugh again in response. “I suppose I do...but only good boys get to take them off. Are you gonna be a good boy, Elvis?”

“I will, I promise I will, mama, just let me have another taste,” he pleads, eyes wide and shining.

You pretend to consider before getting back on top of him, pressing a trail of kisses from his throat to the line of his boxers. Good god...you’d heard he could sing, but the music he was making right now was downright sinful.

“Alright, Elvis, now be a good boy and help me out of these clothes,” you instruct, and he wastes no time. You don’t particularly like this dress, so it doesn’t really matter when he tears the seams trying to get it off. It’ll be a problem later, but you can always borrow some of his clothes...

He unclasps your bra with a snap, leaving you both in just your underwear. “Okay, now sit down for me,” you say, gently pushing him so he sits against the headboard. “No touching until I say.”

He whines, hands twitching at his sides. “Not even a little?” he pleads, and his eyes are so big and blue that you almost give in.

“Not even a little,” you reply, and take his belt from the floor for good measure. He watches as you tie his hands to the headboard, then sit back between his thighs to admire your handiwork. “That should do,” you say, and slide back down the bed until you’re in a comfortable enough position to slip your hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. He lets out another breathy moan as you wrap your hand around him, pumping gently. “Does that feel good, baby?” you ask, though you already know the answer by his flushed face and heaving chest.

He nods frantically, and you tsk. “Use your words, Elvis. I know you can.”

“Feels so good mama, feels so good,” he slurs as you slide his boxers all the way off with your other hand.

After a few more pumps, he’s ready, and you take a breath, readying yourself for the stretch. “Alright, pretty boy.” He flushes even redder as you flip his nickname for you back on him, and the gleam in his eyes tells you he likes it when you’re nice to him just as much as when you’re mean. I’ll have to try that next time, you think - because there will definitely be a next time, if he’s up for it. He may have the bad boy reputation, but you may just be able to make him yours.

You position yourself above him and hold yourself there a moment, relishing the view - Elvis Presley, lip between his teeth, chest heaving, practically begging with his eyes for you to do something, anything to him - before sinking down onto him. You can’t help yourself - you cry out at the same time he does, feeling him fill you to the brim. You take a second to steady yourself and get adjusted, and just to tease him a bit longer. He makes such pretty noises when he begs.

“P-please...” he pleads. “Please move...”

You grin, turned on even more by his desperation. “I wonder what kind of music you can make for me...” you muse, and he moans at your words. “You like that? You like the idea that any of your brothers could hear what a filthy little whore you are for me?” He ruts his hips against you involuntarily at the thought, and your grin turns predatory. “Well, I don’t want to humiliate you yet, so you’d better keep quiet, baby. Can you do that for me, Elvis?”

He nods, lip pink and plump from how much he’s digging his teeth into the soft skin.

You shift just a bit, and he immediately lets out a keen. You still, and he whines. “What did I just say?”

“’m sorry, mama. ‘m so sorry, please don’t stop,” he cries.

You relent, but only because you’re starting to get desperate yourself. You ride him until the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and you move faster, desperate for your own release. You spare a few glances at Elvis to make sure he’s alright, and he looks so thoroughly fucked out you almost cum right there.

“Can you cum for me, baby?” you ask breathlessly. “Be a good boy and cum with me.”

You only have to roll your hips a few more times before you feel him stutter inside you, painting your insides with warmth just seconds before your own release washes over you in a sea of stars.

🎶🔥🎶

You gently lift yourself off him, rolling over to lay beside him as you both pant, thoroughly spent. “Okay, I’ll say it - this party was a lot more fun than I thought it’d be,” you gasp, and you hear Elvis chuckle.

“Glad to help, mama,” he says, winding an arm around your torso. “You can be a bit meaner next time, though...I don’t mind.”

You smile and turn to face him, tapping his nose teasingly with a finger. “I don’t believe you ‘don’t mind’, Mr Presley...I think you like it,” you accuse, and his bashful smile is all the confirmation you need.

“Well,” you say, pretending to think on the idea, “I’d be more than happy to oblige on another night. Just tell me when.” You reach over him to his phone on the stand, typing your contact information in for later use. “Text me anytime, pretty boy.”

“Oh, I will, pretty girl.” His arm tightens around you, the other winding under your legs to hoist you up as he stands. “For now, though...what would you say to a shower?”

#elvis 2022 #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #austin butler elvis #frat!elvis #elvis smut #elvis presley smut

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wander-over-the-words · 9 months

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ik you just got into it but: 🎶 for mafia 🤭?

Send me emoji(s) and I’ll write a drabble 🎶 Dancing Another instance of me being told to write a drabble and replying “word count who?” nrgnrgn This one got away from me a little, but it’s still short, so fuck it. First Mafia fic. So. I hope it’s okay heh

The dancing - if you can even call it that - is not really planned and not really intentional.

It’s just that it’s the first time he sees Sam - really sees him, not just from across the room, not just surrounded by the other fellas, not just out of the corner of his eye as he’d driven through the streets of Lost Heaven, but really sees him - since the night at the farm, with the ambush and the shootout and the truck chase. When they’d gotten to the doc, Sam’s own assurance that he’d be okay had been the crowbar needed to wrench Tommy away from him.

The doc had worked his magic, but healing takes time, and so Sammy’s kinda shuffling as he enters Tommy’s apartment after hours, in the disguise of night. He and Tommy had put on tough facades when walking here from the car, like Sam’s here for business, not pleasure. Usually, they don’t go near each other’s places for their, ah, rendezvouses, but this ain’t like that.

The second the door shuts, Tommy’s switching on the radio to cover up any talking, and then he’s looking Sam up and down, taking in the way he can’t stand with his spine completely straight cause of his wound, the way he still winces when he moves. He’s already got half a bottle - courtesy of the Don - inside him to try and cope. He looks better than he did in the back of that truck, he’s cleaned up and proper again, but with that pain in his face, Tommy thinks he still looks like hell.

There’s a rush of adrenaline, leftovers from that night, and Tommy lurches forward, takes Sam into his arms and hugs him. It’s hard not to squeeze him tight.

Sam’s surprised, if the way he grunts is any indication, but he understands. It takes a moment, then his hands come up, rest on Tommy’s shoulder blades. Head bows, to rest his brow on Tommy’s shoulder.

They stand in silence. Tommy feels like he can finally breathe easy.

There’s something real pretty playing on the radio - Tommy’s mind is a little too far away to take in a name or lyrics - and Tommy finds himself swaying Sam in his arms. Too gentle to be noticeable at first, then gradually more comfortable, ‘til they look like the type of couple you could put on a postcard, the kind a young gal dreams of lookin’ like on her prom night.

Almost makes up for not being able to go dancing together, out in public, like Tommy would like (he bets he and Sam could cut a hell of a rug together). Almost.

They’re there even after that pretty tune fades and the presenter starts talking about the news, thoughts empty but arms full; truth be told, Tommy’s not sure how long they spend softly swaying in place like that, but it comes to an end when Sam’s voice is muffled against his coat.

“Tom.”

“Yeah?”

“This here’s real nice, but, y’know…I really need to sit down now.”

There’s a beat, then Tommy huffs a laugh and pulls back to see Sam’s smile and hear his own soft chuckle. Don’t really know what they’re laughing at, they’re just sorta…happy, y’know?

“Right,” Tommy says, moving to help guide Sam to a chair, “sorry.”

As they go, Sam mutters, “We’ll pick that up later, though. Some other time.”

Tommy can’t help the grin as he replies, “Oughta be more careful with your words - I’ll be holdin’ you to that now.”

#My writing #Tommy Angelo #Sam Trapani #Tommy/Sam #Tommy Angelo/Sam Trapani #Sam/Tommy #idk their ship name or what nngrgn #Trapangelo? sure #excuse me again for making it shippy nrgng first thing I thought of #cause A Trip to the Country makes me feel things ngnrgn #long post

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theclocky1 · 9 days

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

HII ty for the ask! sorry for getting this late, i don’t check this blog’s notifications a lot apparently because i’m more active on my sideblogs, but it’s still appreciated!

already did this before, but i’m gonna change up some of the songs

revolution earth by the b-52s (highly recommend it, it’s my favorite song by them)

ride, ride, ride by the archies

paul mccartney by scissor sisters

long tailed winter bird by paul mccartney (haven’t listened to it in awhile, but i should it’s from my favorite mccartney trilogy album)

this town ain’t big enough for the both of us by sparks

i probably won’t send the ask to others though since (again) i already did it

#clocky’s asks #lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 6 months

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HELLO !! MATCHMAKING?? COUNT ME IN! !

You may call me “Riko” :D , Some call me ‘riri’ , ‘kori’ , ‘ikori’ — but mainly it’s just riko …

Genshin or Honkai star rail….

THEY / THEM PRNS .

Sexuality ;; pansexual !?!?!?!

MBTI , Zodiac ;; Aquarius andd… ENFJ-T !!

Appearance ;; OH ERM!!!! Let’s see.. octopus haircut, with some yellow fades, because yellow is cool 🎶 anyways, pale skin andd… what else? I suppose my height is average ?? 155.8 cm :D .

Personality ;; being born on FEBRUARY 14 . Ever since I was little , I was an energetic and bubbly person . Free-spirited in nature, I had a straightforward way of thinking and acted according to my feelings , This childishness made me careless, somewhat irresponsible, and impulsive … you could say I’m an extrovert hehe — I’m also sort of an airhead but that doesn’t really matter so shh..

FACTS ;; I am in the drama club because I adore acting and being on stage, im also a free-doer! . I’m not really close with my family , so .. I often purposely get detention / in trouble so I don’t have to go home, because home is boring :((

Hobbies ;; SOCCER , skateboarding , the drums .

LIKES // DISLIKES THINGS ;; definitely yellow . FOXES ARE SO CUTE !! . Any food , really .. as long as it ain’t cold , i like it :3 . I don’t dislike many things.. uh!! People who judge me based on rumors! You haven’t even known me yet, and you are already judging me?? That goes for everyone too! And.. uh.. hm, people who don’t keep promises, disloyalty . Overall, that’s it! I don’t dislike many things haha!

Hi Riko! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Yae loves your personality! She thinks you're a nice change of pace from the people she usually deals with at the shrine.

Even your slight airheadedness is an endearing quality to her. She loves everything about you, even those things you might not like about yourself.

You like foxes? Well does Yae have good news for you! She'll change into her fox form and spend lazy afternoons cuddled up with you. They're some of her favourite moments.

Very loyal. She may not seem like it at first since she's a very relaxed, fun loving, and playful person but when it comes to people she cares about, she'll stand by them and support them with every fibre of her being.

Yae would enjoy watching you perform. She seems like the kind of person who would be into musicals and plays so whenever you need someone to practise lines with, she's first in line.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

You and March are very similar in personality and that means you understand each other in ways others can't.

She loves that you're so expressive. She's around Dan Heng so much that knowing what someone's feeling without having to read into everything is a nice change.

Food dates! March always researches the best places to eat on any new planet and makes sure to take you there at the first opportunity.

Like Yae, March would love watching you perform and help you rehearse. She thinks your drama skills are really cool and is eager to do whatever she can to help out.

I see March as someone who would like to learn skateboarding. It might take her a while to get the hang of it but she likes being able to spend time with you and learn a new skill at the same time.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #genshin impact #yae miko #honkai star rail #march 7th

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arianatheangel-girl · 1 year

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Agent Elvis Bloopers, Part 4

Author’s note: Sorry if this seems like a shorter installment; I had some writer’s block for the past few weeks. Anyway, I really hope you like this!

Tagging: @loving-elvis @heartbrake-hotel @star-shard @prompted-wordsmith

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SCENE: The abandoned motel. Elvis and Cece are attempting to get some kind of connection to the outside world. Elvis is fiddling around with a radio which starts playing one of his songs, before Cece takes it to try and play something else.

C: Look, your music’s just not my thing, okay?

E: That’s literally not possible.

Cece turns the radio to a different station; it’s supposed to play the Doors song “Hello, I Love You” but it instead starts playing Elvis’s “Devil in Disguise”. Elvis starts to snicker since he knows this isn’t part of the script.

C: Huh? Wait, that’s not right. Did I maybe hit the wrong station?

She attempts to turn the radio to a different station three different times, but each station is playing one of Elvis’s songs; “Hound Dog”, “Heartbreak Hotel”, and “Blue Suede Shoes” respectively. By now, Elvis is in a full-on laughing fit along with several of the crew members as Cece looks hopelessly confused and unamused at the same time.

Director: CUT! Okay, who messed with the radio?

Scatter begins laughing maniacally from off-camera.

Director: Ugh, Scatter! Seriously? Quit messing around; we haven’t got all night here!

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SCENE: The spy plane. Elvis and Bobby Ray have been “knocked out” by the enemy agents; Cece is attempting to wake them up.

C: Wakey wakey! Hey, guys? Hey, WAKE THE FUCK UP!

Bobby Ray “wakes up” right on cue, but Elvis remains fast asleep.

C: Uh, hey, buddy? I said WAKE UP!

She attempts to kick him to wake him up, as her arms are bound, but Elvis simply lets out a loud snore and curls up on the ground in the fetal position, mumbling about “gigantic donuts”, and obviously fast asleep.

BR: Um, I don’t think you’re gonna have too much luck there, ma’am. That guy can sleep through anything. Seriously, one time he slept through a fire drill at the hotel; saw it with my own eyes.

I think he must’ve had a big lunch, because he always gets super drowsy after eating too much. I knew I shouldn’t have left him at that fried chicken buffet.

C (rolling her eyes): Ugh. Well, that’s just great. So he’s dead to the world until he comes out of this food coma?

BR: ...Yeah, pretty much.

Director: Oh, for the love of...CUT! Somebody go pour some ice water on Elvis or something!

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SCENE: The casino. Birdie has just found out Scatter ran up an over 300,000 dollar tab, and is confronting him and his lady friend.

B: Scatter, you damn fool! How drunk are you? Uh-uh, don’t you dare pass out on me! For all of your NASA training, you sure as hell ain’t a...wait, what the hell was my line again?!

Scatter starts to laugh along with her.

Director: Ugh, CUT! It’s “you sure as hell ain’t a rocket scientist”, Birdie! People, is it too much to ask that you read the script?!

Birdie just gives him a “seriously? You did not just say that” look.

Director (looking nervous): Uh, sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean you. No disrespect meant.

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SCENE: The desert. Elvis is about to shoot the rattlesnake with the stun gun.

E: Fuck you, Vegas.

He aims the stun gun and shoots, but nothing happens. Confused, he tries again, looking nervous when he realizes the gun is jammed and trying to back away because it looks like the snake is about to bite him.

Just then, the snake is revealed to be a robot as it starts swaying back and forth and “singing” in the voice of Michigan J. Frog from the cartoon “One Froggy Evening”.

Snake: 🎶 Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal! Send me a kiss by wire, baby my heart’s on fire! If you refuse me, honey you lose me, then you’ll be left alone! Oh baby, telephone, and tell me I’m your own! 🎶

Elvis just shakes his head and starts cracking up as the crew members are laughing hysterically behind the camera at the success of their prank.

E: Okay, seriously guys, what the fuck was that?! Don’t scare me like that again!

Director: Ugh. CUT!

#agent elvis #elvis the king #elvis presley #netflix

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somewherebetweenrage · 10 months

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🎶✨when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

oh heck okay here we go, in no particular order:

1. You Are in Love - Taylor Swift

Fav lyric: Morning, his place, Burnt toast, Sunday, You keep his shirt, He keeps his word, And for once you let go, Of your fears and your ghosts

A fairly recent discovery for me, there’s just something beautiful in this song and the music - together they somehow completely epitomise the early days of falling in love with someone, and I find that incredibly addicting to listen to. Honestly can’t put into words how this song makes me feel.

2. Happier Than Ever - Billie Eliish

Fav lyric: I don’t relate to you, I don’t relate to you no, Cause I’d never treat me this shitty (look i love the whole of that bit okay don’t make me choose)

I love the musical build in this, it’s absolutely gorgeous - the second bit when it picks up is my favourite, but it needs the first quieter bit to have the impact. And the way the anger is expressed is so beautiful - it paints such a picture of building resentment and newly discovered emotional maturity, I just love it.

3. Way Less Sad - AJR

Fav lyric: Don’t you love it don’t you love it?, No I ain’t happy yet, But I’m way less sad

I discovered AJR when I was going through a really rough time, particularly with my mental health, and this song (especially the live version where they speak in the middle) really resonated with me. I had lots of downs and I was trying to be honest with people about them, but the frequency with which I’d get asked ’how are you’ and the other person’s eyes were filled with hope that I’d say I’m better - that got frustrating pretty quickly. Hence this song.

4. Shivers - Ed Sheeran

Fav lyric: And when they say the party’s over then we bring it right back, Into the car, On the back seat in the moonlit dark, Wrap me up between your legs and arms, Ooh I can’t get enough

I basically just love the energy of this song - the celebration of being attracted to someone and them being attracted to you, the happiness in being together and enjoying doing things together. It’s happy, and it lifts my mood.

5. Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Fav lyric: But be real and just jump, You dense motherfucker (you’re worth more Achilles), You will not be more, Than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat), You want my opinion, My opinion you’ve got (no-one asked your opinion), You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no-one asked for your thoughts, Be done with this now, And jump (get) off the roof, Can you hear me Achilles?, I’m talking to you

I found this a while ago on a muse playlist (fits them to a T btw) and I just find it so musically gorgeous. I’ve no idea what the French in it is, but it weaves a beautiful and tragic story of the inner war between suicidal thoughts and those thoughts that tell you to keep going, imagined within the context of mythology. IT is just a beautiful piece of music and now it’s going to be going round in my head for hours. (Long fav lyric sorry, it’s a duet bit.)

tagged by: @survivorofhellskitchen tagging: @defectivexfragmented , @wcrriorhearts , @shieldretired & anyone else who wants <3 (shush pretend i don’t have to tag 10)

#ooc: out of patience #it me #mental health tw #queue: we are the future

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