#first time in months (years??) i went through a day with no caffeine at all

[daz4i]

i didn't realize i was capable of such levels of sleepiness. yet here we are

#first time in months (years??) i went through a day with no caffeine at all #(unless arizona iced tea contains any lmao but i doubt it's got enough to affect anything) #i woke up. i took my meds and ate cereal. i fell asleep for 4 more hours. #I've been up since but now i struggle to keep myself awake again #@my body we've been up for like 9 hours can you chill 😭 shitty ass body #the good news is at least my tummy ache is better today 🫡 tho it might be a coincidence too idk. #guess I'll try it again tomorrow. maybe. #but man. it's 8ish am and i wanna go to sleep so bad.

[bambikisss]

To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

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ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY | REBLOGS + COMMENTS APPRECIATED | buy me a coffee?

'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

Bambikisss | 2024

#bambikisss #~bambi #atz icons #ateez #ateez smau #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez smut reactions #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #kim hongjoong #ateez hongjoong smut #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong x reader #ateez hongjoong

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Being nine months pregnant is not fun nor is it easy. What makes it harder is that you're married to a K-pop idol, Kim Namjoon. What happens if you go into labor and he's on a schedule? Chaos. 

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: Established relationship; Namjoon x Wife! Reader, pregnancy, romance, fluff, and angst 

♡ Warnings: Giving birth (kind of) and difficulties of getting pregnant

Y/N pushed the covers off her bed and laid next to her husband, who was reading away his new book. She let out a small laugh as she pulled the covers over her big belly. The sudden noise made Namjoon look up and gave her a small smile, “Do you need help?” 

“No, I’m an independent woman.” 

“So, you don’t want me to rub your feet?

She pouted at this as Namjoon smirked at her, “No...I want that still.” 

“Just as I thought. How’s the baby?” 

“He’s doing great. Kicking me with all his might.” 

Namjoon frowned at this and pulled the covers off of her. He moved up her shirt to show off her roundness. He placed a gentle kiss and she watched with soft eyes, “Stop giving your mom a hard time. We want to meet you just as much as you want to meet us. Please be patient, baby.”

She ran her fingers through his hair as she tilted her head at the scene, “You know…we haven’t given him a name yet.”

“I thought we liked Dae-Hyun?”

“It’s good but I haven’t settled on it...I want a unique name or something that matches us.”

Namjoon placed another kiss on her stomach and pulled her shirt down. He leaned back into his pillows, “We’ll figure it out.” 

“Joon, I’m literally nine months pregnant. Time is ticking.” 

“For now, let’s go to bed. Stressing about it won’t do you good, if anything it will make you sick.”

She sighed, hating how he was always right, “Fine. Goodnight love.”

He smiled at this and leaned forward placing a kiss on the tip of her nose, “Goodnight love.” 

Y/N and Namjoon Kim have been together for nine years and married for two of those years. Y/N and Namjoon met by accident. Y/N was working at the cafe by the old Bighit building when they first met. He just turned nineteen and she was eighteen, the two had no idea that they would get married when he walked in that day. Namjoon and Yoongi came in looking for caffeine after a long night of practice. It was a long night for Namjoon because at the time he wasn’t that confident in his dancing and felt like he was holding the group back. Y/N noticed that he looked stressed and asked if he was alright, the rest was history. 

Y/N was there since the beginning of Bts and would play their music in the cafe whenever she had the chance. Namjoon would go into the small cafe every day to see her and the rest of the members picked up that he had a crush. Jimin and Hoseok were the ones that helped him to ask her out. She always knew they would get big because she believed in their talents and with her support, they did just that. 

In their sixth year of being together, Y/N and Namjoon were trying for a baby. They were newly engaged and thought it was time to have a baby. They were both healthy and financially stable, the only thing that was missing was a baby. After a year of trying, Y/N went to see a fertility specialist to see if there were any problems. Even though she was healthy, it was just taking a long time for the couple to conceive. She was upset about this but told Namjoon, whatever happens, happens. With help planning and scheduling thanks to the fertility specialist the two conceived. Now two years later, she is finally pregnant and married. 

Even though Namjoon was a husband and father, the world didn’t know that. He didn’t want the world to know about his life at home, he wanted privacy at the time. Y/N was sensitive and had health scares because of her pregnancy, he didn’t want to stress her out even more. It wasn’t until he was live on Weverse one day that he accidentally left the crib in his studio. It didn’t take long for Army to take notice and ask questions. He released a statement that he was married and having a child with his partner, saying sorry that he kept this hidden. It was a good reaction, something that shocked him. He wouldn’t show Y/N or his son’s face but he felt better that he could share this part of his life. 

“Noona are you okay?” 

Y/N smiled at Jungkook and nodded her head, “I’m okay, just fat.” 

Namjoon shook his head and walked up to her with a water bottle in his hand, “Baby, not fat. You have a human being in your stomach.”

She sighed and rubbed her stomach gently, “I know, I know.” 

Today she was watching the guys practice their dance for a video. The song was Run and it was fun to watch all of them dance together. The song was a high-energy song, something she wished she had. Namjoon wanted her to be with him at all times in case she gave birth, so she agreed to this. Her doctor told her walking is good for her and can even induce labor. 

She took the water bottle and took a sip. She was feeling nauseous all morning and Jin was the one that helped her to the chair. Namjoon was busy making a makeshift footstool for her. Yoongi handed her a piece of bread and frowned, “Are you sure you're okay?” 

“I’m okay, just pregnant.” 

Jimin smiled at this and looked at Jungkook with excitement, “Are you excited for the FIFA World Cup Kook?” 

Jungkook nodded but looked at Y/N with a frown, “Do you want me to go? I can change my mind on it.”

Y/N shook her head and gave him a small smile, “No, kook. You should go, you’ve taken care of me more than I can ask. I’ll be okay.”

Taehyung looked at Namjoon and frowned, “Don’t you have the trip to New York?”

Namjoon nodded and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “I didn’t want to go but Y/N told me I should go.”

“Of course I did. It’s for your album, babe. You need to go. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi will be there for me.” 

“Yah, what about me!?” 

She let out a small laugh and looked at Jimin, “I don’t think you can handle it.”

Namjoon sighed and shook his head, “I hate being away from you. I want to see everything and be involved.” 

“You can’t help it, that’s life babe. It will be okay no matter what. Just think that way, please.” 

“I guess...it’s not easy.”

“But it's necessary.” 

Hoseok kissed the top of her head and handed her another piece of bread, “We’ll take care of her Joon. Let’s get back to practicing.”

Namjoon stayed in his place while everyone left. He turned his head to look at her with a small smile, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you so much, Namjoon. It will be okay, as long as we're together, it will be okay.” 

“That’s the problem, I won’t be there.”

She sighed and shook her head, “You will be there. I have a ring on my hand and a phone that can doFacetime. It will be okay.” 

He let out a small laugh and quickly pecked her lips, “Whatever you say, love.” 

“Namjoon, get into position!” 

“Okay, Hyung! I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

She watched him leave and she bit her lip. She was super nervous because she knew this would have happened but she couldn’t show Namjoon that was feeling super nervous. She knew how important his new album was and she wanted him to finish it since he's been working so hard on it. It will be okay...

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Namjoon was gone and Y/N was in their home not feeling the best. Every hour, Namjoon would call to check on her until Jin got annoyed and told him if he called one more time he was going to fly to New York to hit him. It’s only been three days since Namjoon left and she wasn’t feeling so good. She lied telling Namjoon that she was just super tired but Hoseok knew that was a lie. The moment Hoseok came in to check in on her, she was throwing up pure acid. She couldn’t eat anything nor could she stand up, it was really bad. Yoongi even tried getting her to eat bread but she didn’t even have the strength to eat it. 

Today it was Hoseok’s turn to watch her and she was glad that he was there. Today, she was feeling pain in her lower back and stomach. Her heating pad was doing its best to make her feel better. She was also constantly going back and forth to the bathroom but nothing was coming out. It was super frustrating. 

Hoseok handed her a banana and gave her a small smile, “Do you want some juice?” 

“Honestly, I don’t know what I want. No matter what I eat or drink, it makes me feel horrible, hobi.” 

He frowned at this and pushed some hair back from her forehead, “Remember what the doctor said, to get some walking. We can take a little walk to Namjoon's studio.” 

“It’s so hard though, hobi!”

“I know but it can help, okay.”  

She nodded her head and Hoseok gently helped her out of the bed. She felt like her stomach dropped but she couldn’t tell if her stomach didn’t agree with the bread or she had to go to the bathroom. She decided to keep walking to see if the feeling goes away. Hoseok held on to her tightly as she slowly walked into the hallway. It wasn’t until halfway she stopped and she let out a loud groan, “Y/N?” 

“Hoseok, I-I think my water just broke.” 

The silence hit him as he stood there with pure confusion, “Wh-What?” 

“We need to go now!” 

This was the fastest Hoseok has ever moved in his life. He grabbed the bag that she put together in her closet and grabbed some other things as Y/N sat in the chair breathing in and out. He grabbed his phone and dialed the dad as fast as he could, “Hoseok is-”

“Y/N’S WATER BROKE AND I’M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!” 

“Wait...what?”

“NAMJOON, HER WATER BROKE! YOU NEED TO GET HERE AND FAST!” 

“OH SHIT! I-I’LL GET ON THE NEXT FLIGHT! CALL JIN AND YOONGI-HYUNG!”

“OKAY!” 

“HOSEOK! STOP FUCKING YELLING IN MY HOUSE AND TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!” 

Hoseok ended the call and put his phone in his pocket. He rushed towards Y/N and gently grabbed her hand, “Okay, we’ll go to the hospital. Namjoon is getting on the next plane and should be here tomorrow.” 

“That’s nice and all but I’m going to be mean, I really don’t care about that. Take this child out of me.” 

“O-Okay.” 

The trip to the hospital was hectic but Hoseok didn’t mind. His best friend is giving birth, he knew what he was getting himself into. He called everyone that was in Korea to head to the hospital, something Y/N wanted. Y/N sat in the room groaning in pain as the other members watched with hopeless looks.

Seokjin picked up a piece of ice and placed it in her mouth, “Anything from Namjoon?”

“No.” 

Y/N turned her head and stared at him with a scared look, “I’m not having this baby without him.”

“I-I know but listen Y/N-”

“No, you listen! I’m holding this baby-oh, shit.”

She gripped on the railing as tight as she could and Jin looked at Yoongi, “Go get the doctor.”

“No, I’m not-”

“Noona, if you have to give birth then you have to. It’s not healthy for you to keep him in.”

She frowned at Taehyung and looked at Yoongi. She gave him a small nod, “Go get the doctor.” 

Yoongi quickly made his way out of the room as Y/N started crying. Jimin grabbed her hand and started to rub her knuckles gently, “It’s okay. Noona, we’re here for you. We’ll call Namjoon.”

“Pro-Promise.”

“We promise noona.”

“Okay.”

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“Namjoon, it's okay.”

“No, it’s not, I missed my son getting delivered.”

“About that-”

Before Yoongi could finish his sentence, Namjoon opened his door to see Y/N holding their son. He smiled at this and dropped his bag in the corner. He quickly made his way as Y/N looked up at him with her tired eyes, “Joonie.”

“I’m sorry baby, the plane-”

“I don’t care about that, Meet our daughter.”

“Da-Daughter?”

Y/N gently moved the blanket around her face and Namjoon felt his heart get heavy. She was so small and fragile, her little eyelashes going in different directions. Her plump lips matched his and her nose matched Y/N’s, the perfect combination of the two. He gently touched her cheek and let a tear escape, “She’s so cute. What’s her name?”

“Su-jin.”

“Perfect.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hoseok #Bts #bts namjoon x reader

[radiant-reid]

Easter Sunday

a/n: in honor of my favorite holiday and favorite comfort character

Summary: A cute Easter brunch with the team and some Reid babies

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 3.0k

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The sun shining through the large double windows marks the perfect start to the day. The weather forecast has promised sunshine and higher-the-usual temperatures for the holiday weekend. Emily let the team have a five-day weekend as the BAU tradition has dictated for several years. Hotch originally started it, realizing, three months after Christmas, there was a need for family time. 

For the Reid children, things look different now that their dad is home more. He has always been very present, but now he’s at more practices, doing drop-offs and pick-ups, and reading stories at bedtime. Still, their excitement for Easter has been growing, knowing it means uninterrupted time with all of their uncles and aunts.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Spencer greets her from the doorway before she notices he’s not in bed next to her.

He hands her the mug she has every day, filled with perfectly made coffee. He’s the expert at that, so it’s his first task in the morning.

“Thank you, handsome.” She replies, adding to the thanks with a soft kiss on his lips. “It looks like a good day out there.” She notes as he draws the curtain open. 

“It’s meant to be in the high 70s later.” He reports, probably having already skimmed the New York Times.

She grins, sipping her coffee. “Perfect for today.”

“We should host one time,” Spencer suggests.

Y/n chuckles softly, shaking her head. “Rossi would never go for it, and I thought you’d know better than to mess with tradition.” 

He nods, knowing it’s true. “We’ll stick to summer barbeques and birthday parties since it’s the perfect house.”

It’s the type of house Spencer never really saw himself living in. Growing up, he lived comfortably, and thanks to the mortgage being paid off before his dad left, he continued living in a very middle-class area of suburban Las Vegas until he went to school. 

California was more expensive, but between his multiple scholarships, he had enough money to feed himself, always be caffeinated, and live in a small apartment near Cal Tech. He didn’t see the need to spend every cent he had living somewhere fancier, and his mom’s treatment wasn’t fully covered, so he paid for that. 

In DC, his place was simple. He didn’t need anything more than a one-bedroom apartment since he didn’t have family coming to stay, and without any student debt and a good-paying job, he had more money than he needed.

When they moved in together, it was to Y/n’s larger apartment that they eventually brought, and with two bedrooms, there was no need for anything huge until Matilda was old enough to sleep in her own room.

After learning they would have twins their second time, their quickly growing family needed much more space, so they brought their dream house. As much as he wanted it, Spencer never expected to have a family or a large home in the suburbs, but he does now, and every morning, he’s grateful for it.

“True.” Y/n agrees. 

Spencer sits back on the bed next to her, and she throws her legs over his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling into his side as they enjoy a few minutes together in silence before the craziness of their day starts. 

Gurgling on the baby monitor breaks the peace, and the video feed shows Mabel standing up and shaking the crib bars. 

“I’ll go.” Spencer declares, shuffling away from her to get out of bed. “And I’ll get the twins changed.”

Y/n raises her eyebrows, looking impressed with what he’s promising to tackle. “Good luck.” She jokes, grinning at him as she also gets out of bed. 

“I’ve got this.” He assures her. “Go shower and get dressed up.” 

She’s not about to argue with it. Having a shower where she doesn’t get interrupted by little hands banging on the door asking for snacks or to change the TV channel would be a rarity. 

Her new dress is perfect for Easter and spring, long and flowy white fabric with a blue floral pattern and a sweetheart neckline. It’ll look even better with some soft curls in her hair.

Spencer’s first stop is Mabel’s room. The door’s sign says her name, and the bedroom has cute flowers painted on the wall above the crib. “Hi, sweet baby.” He coos, reaching out for his youngest. She still wears her sleep sack to bed, and Spencer thinks it’s the cutest thing.

She squeals when she recognizes him, jumping adorably. “Daddy!” She yells in her sleepy voice. 

He scoops her up, wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her tightly to his chest before kissing her forehead. “You know, I think you might be ready for a big girl’s bed soon.” He tells her.

Mabel rests her forehead against his. “Like Tilda?” She asks, eyes sparkling at the mention of her big sister.

“Just like Matilda and the twins, too.” He answers.

She pulls back from him quickly with excitement. “We go see them?”

“Let Daddy put your pretty dress on you first, and then we can see them.” He tells her. “If they’re awake.” 

They are awake, he discovers when he finally finishes dressing Mabel. She runs ahead of Spencer and climbs the stairs without help to find the three of them in the living room.

“Hi, little people,” Spencer says, announcing himself to them. 

They spin around from the TV, jumping up from where they’re sitting and rushing over to hug him. It’s one of his favorite sights when they get excited that their eyes shine upon seeing him, and one of the best feelings is how warm he feels when they race over and fling their arms around him. He has never felt as much love as he does now, yet somehow, it grows more each day.

“Daddy, it’s Easter!” Matilda cheers. 

“I know.” He says. “Happy Easter.”

“Did the Easter bunny come?” Toby wonders. 

Spencer nods. “Grandpa Rossi called to say he’d dropped off lots of chocolate eggs for all of you.” It’s a lie, technically, but it makes their faces light up all over again, so it’s worth it.

“Are the cousins coming?” Aspen wonders. 

“Henry, Michael, Jake, David, Chloe, Lily, Rose, and Hank is as well,” Spencer lists the other BAU kids and former BAU kid, earning another round of cheers from his kids. “We need to get ready, though. Tillie, your dress is hanging in your wardrobe. Want me to help you, Aspen?”

She shakes her head. “No, I can get changed by myself.”

Independent as always, and something he should have anticipated. “Okay, upstairs and into dresses.” He instructs. “Then you can watch TV. T, you want daddy’s help getting ready?”

“Can you put gel in my hair?” Toby asks. “Mommy says that it looks handsome.”

Spencer chuckles at how cute his little boy is. “Sure, bud.” He agrees. “And it does make you look very handsome.”

It’s always a juggle with four kids, trying to get everyone dressed in time to go anywhere. Mabel can’t be left alone, so Spencer has to multitask between keeping her from running away to cause trouble while doing Toby’s hair and ensuring Aspen and Matilda haven’t gotten distracted. 

“Look how handsome you look.” Y/n coos as she peers into the bathroom where Spencer’s finishing off Toby’s hair. 

“Mommy!” He squeals, jumping off the stool and running over to hug her.

She hugs him back, careful not to ruin his hair. “Hey, bubba, did Daddy do your hair really nice?”

“Mhm.” He answers. 

“You want help getting changed?” She offers, met by him shaking his head, following the independent streak of his older sisters. “Alright, get to it, Mister.” She instructs, sending him off to his room with a pat on the back. Spencer’s eyes stay fixed on her as she stands there, and he rests against the bathroom counter. “What?” She asks shyly.

He smiles softly at her. “Nothing.” He shakes his head. “It’s just you’re so pretty. I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”

Then Y/n is grinning dumbly, twirling in her dress for him to get the full 360 view. “I might marry you again if you keep being so sweet.”

“Then I’d be the luckiest guy in the world again.” He tells her, walking over and placing his hands on her waist. He just stands there looking at her, admiring every detail of her makeup.

“Stop.” She says, pushing his shoulder. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”

Spencer steals a kiss, careful not to mess up her pink lipstick. “I love you more, Y/n Reid.” 

She shakes her head. “Impossible, but we should debate that later.” She decides. “We’ve got babies to get ready.”

“Yeah.” Spencer agrees. “It’s been oddly silent for a little too long.” 

Thankfully, the silence wasn’t getting-into-mischief silence. Y/n takes over getting the kids ready while Spencer gets himself dressed, and impressively, they’re done five minutes early.

“How you do this every morning is a miracle to me.” He remarks as they make their way out the door. 

“I’m just a super mom.” She jokes, but it’s the truth.

“You absolutely are.” Spencer agrees with her. “The best mom in the world.”

Car rides are possibly louder than being inside, thanks to the enclosed space, but Rossi’s house is only a few minutes drive, and they pull in behind JJ’s car. 

The girls are in pretty pink dresses that’ll no doubt end up covered in grass stains, and Toby’s pastel blue shirt matches Spencer’s. In both Y/n and Spencer’s eyes, they’re the most beautiful children ever.

“Little Reids!” Penelope cheers as soon as they’re through Rossi’s wide-open front door. She’s crouched down to scoop them all up, wrapping them all in a tight hug, looking like the definition of sunshine in her yellow dress. “Aren’t you four just so perfect?” She asks rhetorically as she pulls back to look at them. They are, and their parents nod to answer her confession.

After answering a few of Penelope’s questions, they squirm away to run through the house and greet everyone else. 

“And the perfect parents.” She greets them with hugs as well. 

 Y/n chuckles onto her shoulder. “You look incredible, Pen.” She compliments.

“That’s you, Mrs. Reid.” She replies. “And you’re all matching, just the cutest family ever.”

Spencer grins, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “We kind of are.” He agrees.

“Come on, come see everyone.” Penelope ushers them through the house, taking on the role of secondary host as she usually does at Rossi’s. She and Krystall tag-team the job.

Henry, Michael, Hank, Matilda, Toby, Aspen, and Mabel are waiting in the living room, their little faces pressed against the glass as they look out the big glass doors trying to spot the hidden easter eggs in the garden. 

Everyone’s in their nice clothing, dresses and good shirts with jackets. It’s mostly BAU members Y/n often sees at Rossi’s, but Derek and Savannah have made the trip and quickly hug their old friends.

“Look at you, mama,” Derek remarks. “You’re as gorgeous as ever.”

“And you’re as flattering as ever.” She jokes, nudging his shoulder. “We didn’t know for sure that you’d be coming.”

“Couldn’t miss a family day.” He reminds her.

The Simmons’ walk through the door a moment later, and Rossi flings open the glass doors for the excited children to race outside and start their egg hunt with squeals of delight. 

Y/n gives Rossi a hug as the adults stream outside. “Thank you for hosting another wonderful Easter.”

“You’re always welcome, my dear.” He assures her. “I hope you don’t mind the little Reids going home full of sugar.” He nods to the massive baskets of chocolate and candy each kid carries, almost as big as Mabel. 

“I guess Spencer’s doing bedtime.” She jokes. An hour on the trampoline should do the trick.

“Speak of the devil,” Rossi says, drawing her attention to her husband as he comes waltzing over, holding out an extra mimosa to her.

She takes it appreciatively, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. “A very handsome devil.” She chuckles, making Spencer blush easily. It’s endearing to her that he reacts the way he did the first time.

“Shall we eat?” Rossi asks, looking around the yard where everyone’s scattered chatting. 

“It almost looks too delicious to eat.” Y/n compliments, looking at the spread.

It’s the gorgeous, perfectly prepared food the team has become accustomed to having at Rossi’s. There are hot cross buns, fresh bread, fruit salad, pastries of all kinds, bacon, eggs, waffles, and all the toppings in the world.

They sit at the adult table, and Spencer’s hand drifts to her knee instinctively. It’s why she sits on his left side each time. The kid table is next to the big one with smaller seats and prefilled plastic cups of juice. Rossi and Krystall are always prepared to entertain.

The kids take their seats, and Y/n momentarily leaves to ensure they’re getting balanced plates and not just gorging themselves on chocolate and candy. 

Then she’s back to Spencer’s side, and they’re talking with the rest of the team, basking in the warmth of the sun and family. It’s what they always have been. Even throughout the darkness they’ve seen over the years, they’re closer than ever, and there’s so much love between them.

After brunch, a few drinks in, and Spencer’s more relaxed, pulling Y/n onto his lap and resting his head on her shoulder while they laugh and joke with the team.  

It doesn’t last too long before someone’s pulling on Spencer’s sleeve. “Daddy, can you look for the Easter eggs in the trees?” Toby asks, showing him his best puppy eyes even though it’s unnecessary since he’d do anything for him.

Spencer looks around the table to see Derek and Matt being asked the same question, all three of them being targeted by their sons for their height. Flashing a curious look at Rossi, Spencer agrees, moving out from under Y/n to join the hunt. 

Rossi and Krystall insist on cleaning up, not wanting their guests to move a muscle, which leaves most of the girls alone at the table since Penelope and Luke are getting drinks and definitely not flirting with each other.

Rose, who has been sleeping so far, starts to cry in her carrier, and Kristy unclips her, pulling her into her arms for cuddles to quiet her. She’s adorable, most similar looking to Jake, in Y/n’s opinion. 

“She’s so tiny.” Y/n remarks off-handedly, looking at the small baby. “What’s it like? Four to five?” 

All eyes are on her in a second, but JJ beats everyone else to speak. “You’re not...”

Y/n shakes her head quickly, stopping that rumor before it can start. “No. No, I’m not.” She assures them, holding up her glass of champagne to prove it. “I’m just wondering.”

“The nights are rough, but diaper changing is still the same,” Kristy answers honestly. “And Mabel’s probably young enough that you’ve got all her stuff. Is it something you’re considering?”

Y/n shakes her head again. “Not until I see a little baby or that.” Her eyes drift to Spencer, who’s chasing Toby and Aspen around the yard. “But we could end up with twins again, and I think six is a little too crazy.” 

Laughter breaks out around the rest of the group, which relieves the seriousness of discussing family planning.

“Here.” Kristy offers Rose to hold, and Y/n takes the baby happily, looking at her adorable face and seeing up close how tiny she is. 

“She’s so precious.” She notes, catching Spencer’s eyes. “Spence, look at how little she is.”

Her address gets Matt and Derek’s attention, who are standing next to Spencer. “Uh oh,” Derek remarks knowingly, smirking at Spencer. 

“Someone’s about to commit to a new baby.” Matt pats him on the shoulder, smirking as well. 

Spencer chuckles, unsure of if it’s true or not. He’ll give her another baby, promised he’d go up to five if she was willing. “Do you think I could pretend I didn’t hear her?” He asks jokingly.

“Get over there, papa bear.” Derek insists with a laugh. 

Dutifully, he walks over, sitting next to Y/n and admiring the baby. “She’s so cute.” He compliments Kristy first.

“Look at how little she is.” Y/n repeats. 

“Yeah, it seems impossible they’re ever this little.” He remarks, earning hums of agreement from the other women sitting around the table who once had babies this little and now have fully grown children running around in the yard. He remembers when his children were that little like it was yesterday, but Rose still looks tiny. “No more, though.” He tells his wife with a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She agrees. “Not when we’re just getting full nights of sleep.”

The party continues into the late afternoon. The company is too good, and too much fun is being had for anyone to leave earlier. 

Despite how much candy they’ve eaten, Aspen and Matilda still manage to eat more in the car on the way home. Y/n agrees they can sleep in the lounge for a sleepover while watching movies, and it takes them far longer than usual to fall asleep, but they do. 

Y/n and Spencer hug in the kitchen as they watch the ending credits. He knows it’s a good chance to ask about what he heard earlier. “Do you actually want another baby?”

She’s taken aback, figuring it was forgotten, but she shakes her head. “Not really, but I think our kids are beautiful, and babies are cute when they’re that little.”

“We’d get more chocolate if we had five.” Spencer jokes, nodding to the baskets on the table and pulling away from her to steal one. 

“Spencer.” She giggles, splitting the chocolate egg with him. “I think we’ve got more than enough. It’ll last us until next year.”

“I love Easter, you know?” He asks rhetorically. “And you, everything we have, our kids, being a dad, brunch.” 

She nods in agreement, leaning up to peck his lips. “I love you, too. Thanks for being in this with me.”

Spencer takes her left hand and kisses her ring finger. “Always.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for blocking a friend on instinct? So i (f16) have this friend, (m16) we can call him D, who i've been friends with since kindergarten.

About a year ago, i started growing very close to D through our friend group's dnd campaign we held every friday. I knew him for a long time but that was the first time we had started hanging out out of school. We were talking on snapchat every night just chatting and after a while he started to send much more... revealing snaps. Just his bare shoulders but like without a shirt. He said it was because he had to let his medication for his back dry. I was a little uncomfortable, but we were friends so i didnt think that it would escalate into anything weird.

After about a month, D starts sending snaps in a towel and pictures of his chest which made me very uncomfortable. I kind of let the chatting die down after that because it was the only way i could think of that would be enough to gently let him down easy (i was wrong). I stopped going to the hangouts with that group and kind of distanced myself because how uncomfortable D made me. This only made D try harder to get my attention.

I was still friends with the others in the group so i would often have one-on-one hangouts with the others and watch tv. One thing we watched was Miraculous and we laughed and joked about it all the time. D overheard us or something and went home and binge watched the entire series in a week. Then everytime i ate lunch with that friend group, D would always make direct references to Miraculous or sing the theme song really loud. This wasnt once a day, D would make miraculous references every single minute. He became obsessed with the show (which, for reference of how weird it was, D is a very religious Christian boy. He gets upset if he gets an A- and never drinks caffeine (no problem with any of those things but just understand that kind of guy being deep within the fandom of Miraculous out of all shows 😭)). It was so bad, and it once again was making me very uncomfortable.

Eventually, it got to an insufferable point where D changed his route to go home and made sure to pass me every day after school and wave. I started avoiding him in the halls, he would always ask obscure questions that werent that important. I couldn't understand why he couldn't get that i didnt want to be friends with him anymore so i set boundaries.

A text i sent to D: i apologize if i ever caused any misunderstanding, but i would like to make it clear that im not romantically interested in you. i can see that you have been trying to grow closer, but i dont feel the same way. i don't appreciate being followed around, and i dont like when people force themselves to like the same things i like. its not attractive to be a copy of someone. i enjoy being your friend but it's difficult to disregard these things. if im being totally honest, when you do things like this, it makes me really uncomfortable and borderline creeped out. i know crushes wont disappear overnight but i would appreciate more space. if youre looking for a girlfriend, this isnt the right person, nor the right way to get it. and i wont tell anyone about this so dont worry about word spreading or anything. thank you

D's response: Oh, I'm so sorry I made you think that! I don't have a crush on you, I just noticed how you don't hang out with our friend group as often and I just wanted to make sure that I was being as nice as possible to make sure you weren't mad at us or anything. I did start to think that maybe me trying all that made me seem clingy or annoying, so I'm really sorry for all of that. Thanks for bringing this to my attention, I'll try to do better now!

This didnt sit right with me because after all of that i cannot fathom how that translates to "i wanted to include you". This made me question a lot about the situation.

Reasons i feel like i MBTA: i'm over thinking things and D could be a genuinely a nice person. Its hard for me to read the room and i need to work on that and probably apologize to D.

Reasons i feel like i MNBTA: i should trust my instincts rather than ignore them. I've had a psychological abuser in my family before and the situation could be a stalker behavior that i've learned is not ok to have.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (sneak peak)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au 

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love 

Warnings: slow burn, angst, namjoon is pretty much not the nicest dude lol (will add more as it progresses), kinda sugar daddy au but not really. It will make sense I promise.

w.c: 799

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.” 

Release date: TBD

a/n: I’ve had this idea for a while, but I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested in it so I decided to upload a little part to see if it sparks some interest. Let me know if you are interested in reading more. Thank you and Enjoy!

It was a stupid pact.

One that was created on a whim after five cups of coffee and two broken hearts.

“If we aren’t married in ten years time, let’s just marry each other.” You suggested; like it was the greatest idea ever. Your hands were shaking from all the caffeine you had consumed and your eyes were red rimmed and wide from all the crying you had done. It matched his own as well.

The problem was that he agreed, assuming that by the time he was thirty he’d be settled down with a beautiful partner, a dog or a cat and his first child on its way.

Except it hadn’t played out that way and the two of you had lost touch years ago because of a stupid fight that shouldn’t have escalated the way it did in the first place. All because you had confessed your feelings to him, and he didn’t feel the same. He thought your sudden outburst was uncalled for.

So what if he didn’t feel the same way? He was there for you, more than the people you went to high school with. He tutored you in biology and college algebra. While you edited his philosophy papers in exchange for a nice cup of coffee and dinner every Friday night.

But it was his lack of emotion that made you burst. And he couldn’t understand why you had accused him of leading you on for years. He always thought of you as a little sister being the same age as his step brother–Jungkook. Yet, you had read all the signs wrong and he couldn’t seem to understand that. From your point of view he had led you on. Made you catch feelings while playing into them every chance he got. He confided in you, the way lovers did. Never physically but always emotionally. Yet, after the argument and the many tears that you had shed, it was like you fell off the Earth’s surface.

Occasionally he would hear about you through Jungkook whenever the two of them went home to visit their parents on the weekend or during the holidays. And sometimes Taehyung and Jimin posted pictures of the three of you together. Pictures he knew were taken by Jungkook. But you were still the same. Plain and pretty enough to be considered passable but nothing special. Nothing that would make him feel attracted to you. But other than those few instances he didn’t really care enough to ask about you either. The less he knew the better. Sure, you were once his best friend. A person he trusted a lot, but that all flew out the window when you walked out of his life.

It’s funny because now he needs you. His parents are breathing down his neck, begging for him to settle down. And if he doesn’t bring someone home for the holidays. Then he’s fucked. His father is on his last lifeline. His lifelong dream is to have his first and biological son live a fulfilling life with someone by his side, seems less like a possibility as the days go by.

Namjoon is living on borrowed time and if he doesn’t at least show signs of settling down any time soon. He can kiss the large inheritance and his job at the private university his father has shares in–goodbye.

Which is why he’s here in Taehyung’s living room, staring at you from across the room as you laugh at something Jungkook has said. For a split second he wonders what could have you on the brink of rolling on the floor laughing. But he doesn’t care enough. You're his last resort and he needs a way to get you alone in order to bring up the deal the two of you made.

Afterall he’s turning thirty-two and you’re in your late twenties. It's absolutely the perfect time to cash in.

The only problem is that ever since he walked through the door of Taehyung’s apartment you’ve been avoiding him at all costs. Never straying away from the familiar air of your childhood friends Jimin and Taehyung. And when they’re not around Jungkook takes their place.

But Namjoon is desperate. And sometimes disparity makes you do things you least expect. Like considering you to be a placeholder until he finds the right one. Like planning to offer you a big sum of money to just come and act like the perfect little wife to be. And as an added bonus a guaranteed job at the university of your dreams.

One that will help you pay out the loan you took to attend the said university. It’s a win-win situation.

No matter what, by the end of the night you will be his. At least just to pretend.

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[dark-elf-writes]

WHAT IF OBORO LIVED AND WAS LIVING EVERY HIMBOS DREAM OF BAGGING A MILF AND TRIPPED HIS WAY INTO BEING IZUKU’S STEP DAD AND POST

Let's do this 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

-(he is enraptured.)

Oboro, the ultimate simp.

-(all tangled hair and pillow lines on her face)

I know this man thought that she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in that moment. Like wanted a full blown painting of the way she looked.

-(one of his shirts to replace the one he got a little too excited to deal with the buttons of last night that hangs off of her)

Not sure who the friend is (Mitsuki? just based on canon, it's unclear) but I know for damn sure that she got pummeled with questions the millisecond she walked in the door.

-(Which yeah of course he is. That’s what moms are supposed to do, right?)

THIS MAN GETS IT!!!! We looooove him!!!!! Like this energy of parent gotta parent right? Like that a thing that just is? ahahah

-(“He’s quirkless”

He’s heard the whispers about what happens to quirkless kids and teens from other heroes,)

OOOOF like the amount of statistics and lived experience that must have flashed through his head at that moment. I know his hero brain went protec baby

-(times.)

I'm intrigued gooo ooooooon

-(And then, eventually, he meets Izuku. A timid little thing. All of seven years old)

Okay so some of my favorite fanart is little Izuku. Like they're always portrayed as positively tiny and the fact that Oboro is like seven foot tall and a scarred pro hero looking down at the itty bitty baby. I can only picture him looking down at Izuku before straight dropping to the floor to be on their level(also completely destroyed by the cute).

just

the woman he's already entirely smitten with and her tiny mini me in front of him. Never stood a chance.

-(He wants this.)

Understandable. As you should good sir

-('HOUSE HUSBAND OBORO, MALEWIFE OBORO')

rhtngjrakhuriwalngbjdksal I can't this entire ask!!!!!!

Like the image of this giant man in an apron that is meant for a 5'1" woman is fucking priceless, but the care of him making them meals and I just know that Inko became the most popular person at work for the next month solely for the gossip.(before things took a turn) Plus matching Izuku's socks by hero team up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love it so much!!!!!

-(DadOboro introducing his son to his best friends and little fanboy Izuku’s reaction)

I feel like this is a requirement. I think I need to learn to draw at this point, I 'll pencil it in somewhere, because I need to see this visually almost as much as I need caffeine.

-(when Oboro plops down on the couch next to him one day and asks if Izuku comfortable meeting them)

Oboro, my love, of course your fankid is going to lose their absolute shit at the opportunity. So cavalier about it, just drop next to them like hey, let me make all of your dreams come true.

~I have a weird thing about cavalier announcements about big things. My dad sorted my mail when he told me he had cancer the first time, like while he was talking. It left a mark😅😅 I need you to be as serious as what you are telling me is!!!~

-(the closest Tenya has ever gotten to a tantrum is when the train broke down and nearly made him late to daycare.)

djegilhaekagyhjaklefnrethro 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 If this isn't the most accurate descriptor of the little Iida oh my god

-(He asks Tenya about his favorite hero.)

The fact that these men have to come to terms with the fact that their biggest fans are giant hero fanboys(kids) that live in their house. AHAHAHAHA I know Shouta and Hizashi gave them sooo much shit for it. Only for the tables to turn later.

-(Shouta is very clearly A Favorite(tm))

As he should be. I come to the decision that if you don't like Shouta, I don't trust you. But for him to be Izuku's idol as a hero osdjkahgejkwabngmdfmaluigj.

-(Shouta looks in a mirror with Erasure in because he was laughing too hard and please won’t you tell me?)

I need to know this. like seriously 🤣🤣🤣 '

-(There’s not so much of a gender crisis that night as a gender revelation.)

Oh the impact of Hizashi *my heart*

-(Oboro Vs. Izuku’s elementary school.)

I need a whole stage production of this. Like broadway level. Complete with songs.

-(they won’t look at him when they say they forgot it at school.)

Those aren't flags anymore, that's a banner on a plane, that's sky writing, that a billboard on the interstate. Oh honey....

-(The man working the desk in the office sneers)

and that's a one way ticket to the hospital with a broken jaw. Oboro is absolutely making up a story to cover for Inko here. Because I know for damn sure he taught her how to knock someone on their ass. "He tripped, and fell straight into her fist, it was the oddest thing. And sorry about the security cameras, lost control of my quirk for a second, can't see a damn thing through the clouds. My bad"

-(if he doesn’t see his kid right now something very bad is going to happen.)

Oof that intuition must suck sometimes my guy.

-Okay soo the fact that the guy was just like fine whatever go, without checking paperwork is absolutely infuriating to me, as someone who (as a services provider) had to be escorted to the room I was meeting someone in 🤬🤬

But the absolute joy that Oboro felt when Inko made him official on the paperwork. Oh my goooooooood

-(Izuku sits at a table alone covered in trash and scraps clearly not left by them.

Then Izuku reaches for their pencil case, battered and mostly empty even though Oboro just bought them new pens and pencils a week ago, and he sees the red mark on their wrist when their sleeve moves.)

Oboro will level the school. It will look just like this. dramatic effect and all. Inko hit the detonator(she wouldn't have managed to stand through the force generated)

-(They were even less prepared for a Incredibly Pissed Inko Midoriya still in her scrubs from the hospital to descend on them with all the wrath of a mother bear protecting her cub.)

As much as I love a good, bad mom Inko Aizawa adopts Izuku story, there's something so special about empowered momma bear Inko. Just perfection.

-(has him call up Tensei so they can start the transfer to Tenya’s school that night)

That stings the pride. Oh sweets, I'm sorry😭😭😭

-(Imagine the sludge villain attack still happening years down the line. Imagine the conversation with All Might being mostly the same. Imagine, alone and heartbroken and on a roof, Izuku hits the emergency beacon their dad gave him with a promise to always come if they needed him.

Imagine Oboro’s rage when he finally hears what happened.)

djgavjkghalngjekwargh FUCK YESSSSS ♾️/10 no notes. Need it like I need oxygen. please please please and thank you brilliant one.

-(Thinking about the combined ADHD energy of the two of them leading to flour and mess everywhere but they’re laughing and hushing each other so they don’t wake Inko up.)

IF THAT ISN"T THE SWEETEST GODDAMN MENTAL IMAGE ON THIS GODFORSAKEN EARTH SDHJGHRJKEGSJDKghjkelsngjial

Art! Art!!! I neeeeeeed it!!!

-(when they get more serious he helps her divorce Hisashi, does this happen and how does he react?)

*maniacal cackling* of course it does... and he must suffer 😈😈

-(Endeavor once made a snide comment but got quiet real quick when Oboro asked how much older he was than his wife.)

Fuck Endeavor. I hope someone empties multiple fire extinguishers on him on live television, before someone(Oboro) punts him off a cliff like he's aiming for a field goal. Scorecards are necessary.

-(Particularly after he cuts the “locker room talk” real short)

Gentlemen of the internet, take note. Locker room talk is bullshit when it's about femme presenting folks!!!!

- (She knows that there’s a type that men like Oboro tend to chase after and it’s not her. She’s short, has packed on a few pounds between late shifts and being a single mom, and while she sees herself as pretty she’s no model.)

Fuck beauty standards. That man would cause hurricanes to protect her. And Inko has MILF energy 💯

-(And he chose her. Time and time again)

^^^ Me when reading this

-(Oboro chose her, respected her, loved her and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.)

👏👏👏

-(It hurt, however, when Mitsuki pulled away.)

Ouch, like I find the canonical Bakugou family dynamics interesting as hell, but Mitsuki is always a wild card to me. Masaru seems to be much calmer. But this hurts. Like there's nothing like a friend to stab you in the back like this to leave scars that never fully heal and split open with just the slightest pressure.

-(Hizashi alone was responsible for the end of no less than fifteen journalists’ careers and Nezu sunk so many gossip rags and talk shows that he is the Macbeth of the industry.)

We love a social powerhouse or two.

-(He had all but forgotten his wife and kid. Had moved on. Then he gets served divorce papers and his perfect little fantasy shatters around him.)

Just desserts mother fucker!!!!!

-(I want to talk to my wife”

“Who?”

“Midoriya. Inko.”

“Oh I think you mean my future wife.”)

jfkgavnrjskdgh mcvjakghsjbnjef YYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

-(So when Hisashi figures out Inko’s address (cough stalks her cough) and Oboro opens the door still half in costume with his bow staff draped over his shoulders and a scowl on his face because Inko definitely clocked that she was being followed and he has no patience for anyone that upsets his family)

Oh Oboro absolutely got laid that night. Izuku suddenly had a sleepover somewhere and Inko absolutely leapt on that ass. Not because she needed defending noooo, but the primitive hindbrain said fuck yes, to the impeccable specimen of a man intimidating the fuck out of the weasel that made her and her child's lives miserable for years.

-(squaring up with some low ranked hero)

She'd win. Hands down, no quirks necessary. Nope. My money's on her, any other bet is a sucker's bet. The rooftops found the popcorn and have scorecards ready and waiting for the absolute smack down

-So the combination of OfA and a big fucking stick still makes me cackle. Feral Izuku getting Yagi's attention and him pedo creepy stalking this fucking child home to use their fucked up power imbalance and pass along the quirk. Izuku should not be allowed to make big decisions without a full committee hearing.

-(she is going to shove her foot so far up the number one hero’s ass that he is going to be tasting her laces for the rest of his damn life.

Oboro breaks his jaw the next day.)

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAGUJKAGSKDGHNJKWALGNF Something about this landed just right to me and I fucking lost it reading that. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(BONK BONK BONK BONK)

Nothing further. No notes. Perfection. B O N K🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(I know I said that the experience of being hunted by the rooftops and Inko was unique but for Yagi it is becoming distressingly common.)

Okay but like, he should be terrified of Inko. Not just because she is Momma. But because she has multiple pro heroes that would actively cover up her crimes. Like you will never convince me that if it was for Izuku, any of the Rooftops would stop her. Noooo they would help her hide the evidence/body.

-(Oboro is very much the “actually sit on my face and if I die, I die doing what I love” Kind of man.)

As he should be.

-(ittle Zuku at maybe like ten at one of the galas Oboro has to go to in a cute little dress and sneakers)

art i neeeeeed aaarrrrttt

I can make king size blankets with a hook and string, I can make booties and hats. I can bind books, but I can't draw anything more than a stick figure and I'm so fucking angry about it.

Like everything about the gala is fucking perfection. Izuku standing on Oboro's feet when dancing, tiny sneakers and their giant counterparts. The Todoroki kids death glaring their father. Attempts at a waltz. Oh my god hgdjahterjaklnvfjkdalghuer

-"Found a stick on the ground" will forever be the best in universe joke of this AU. Because not only will Oboro never let it die, Izuku has got to make troll videos using the sound and stealing Oboro's staff. Like the idea of them with social media is amazing but like can you imagine. Oboro comes home and Izuku is very much playing it cool, only to be asked, "do you have any idea about why I may have been called in by my agency's PR department today?" Izuku "nope" runs for it.

-(Hisashi gets every headline of the three of them sent to him in triplicate.)

gkveajnrgjeaklngj AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SUFFER@!!!!!!!f

-Everything about the engagement and wedding. EVERYTHING I don't have wooooorrrdsss. Like the proposal is fantastic. Big on family, but small and of course there has to be glitter! And the backyard wedding with Flower Child Izuku turning petals into weapons. And the viral reception videos. I would pay money to see those actually

-Tattooed Oboro hhhnnnnnnggghhh OjgkahgrjklSOH MY GOD Yes. Please. Papaboro with the markers and bonding and looking fine as hell in the process and the earning of the baby's truuuussttt

-(Hizashi stumbles a cross a sad purple child while out on patrol and takes him home and suddenly Izuku has a cousin.

Oboro goes full gender reveal “It’s a boy”

Ten year old Hitoshi realizes he is the only sane member of his new family real quick.)

Okay but is he though??? 😁😁😁 I love this though. sososoooo much. Like they give each other a ton of shit but Oboro must've went full fun uncle in .02 seconds and Izuku had to have their first three sleepovers planned in his notebook before the party even started(the confidence is there people!!!)

And confetti cannons!!!!!!!

-Okay so the word prompts are great and the idea of Oboro and Hizashi both constantly losing staring contests to Shouta (who's quirk relies entire on his ability to keep his eyes open) is priceless. I know Nemuri just called them idiots and said, 'I know a losing battle when I see one'

and the home prompt!!! Like oh my god. Is that to Inko? Or Oboro? Either way I'm here for it but I'm super fucking excited for the context.

and (some unholy intersection between traumatized kids clinging to the only sources of comfort and stability they had ever known and disgruntled siblings shoved into the back seat of a cramped car for a ten hour road trip, one stray elbow away from outright bloodshed.)

nghjeaklgnjreaghrjkagn ahahahahhahahahahahahah fucking accurate. My parents specifically bought a van that had a dvd player to try to stop of from fighting and it still didn't work. Alll the sibling energy here!!!!!!

AAAAAHHHHH I love this AU so much. Like Izuku deserve a dad that will go to bat for them every time. Including breaking the number one hero's jaw. And a crew of aunt, uncles and Bibi that will have an open door and a training schedule for them whenever they want. I'd also love to see Hitoshi brainwash Bakugou into punching himself in the face when they get to UA(when he makes the mistake of calling Izuku Deku), before that pomeranian is thrown in mandatory therapy from now until eternity.

I'm seriously so excited for this to come to life someday. Like it's going to be so fantastic!!!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is another one I keep wanting to come back to. I’ve had like 90% of a chapter (and most of a smut oneshot) written for this forever but I for the life of me cannot get it finished. I will definitely come back to it though I love it so much.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #pretty young thing au

[two-red-lungs]

A Different Kind of Kindness

Everybody has a different love language, the holy bible that is Cosmopolitan magazine says. You’ve never bothered figuring out yours. Deep down, you already knew. To acknowledge it would change everything. (Eddie/Reader)

Word count: 2000

Lingering between every clique of people means you end up “knowing” a lot of people and not really befriending any of them. But it also means you brush shoulders with all sorts of folks: like, through your geeky calculus class friend, the infamous freak and notorious drug dealer Eddie Munson. 

You talked occasionally over the first month of senior year, in passing, when he said hi to your math friend. He didn’t seem nearly as overtly demonic as others made him out to be. Just kind of a loudmouth. Fun, though. Made you smile and roll your eyes.

One day, sitting out on a picnic table and doing some calculus homework revisions with your study buddy while soaking up the last rays of late autumn sun, Munson slammed down onto the bench opposite you and derailed the conversation completely. 

He was a firecracker. He joked. You laughed.

And from then on, lunches were with Eddie and his ever-rotating small cast of freaks and geeks: outside, or on the bleachers, or in the cafeteria. Hey, it was free entertainment. Never a dull moment with him around.

Although, as time went on, his eating habits... worried you. Munson was like a seagull. During lunch he’d always pull out some sort of weird food- a packet of peanuts, or a whole sleeve of ritz crackers, or a plastic-wrapped stick of gas station beef jerky.

And he never finished any of it. Picking at it idly as he raucously laughed and snickered, boots going tap tap tap against the table leg, slouched back in his chair. He’d get so distracted most of the time whatever scraps he’d brought would be completely forgotten: and then, like clockwork, he’d excuse himself five minutes before lunch was over to go have a smoke.

Basically, the guy ran on nicotine, caffeine, and processed flour. It worried you. Wouldn’t it worry anyone? Wasn’t it a normal human thing to do, to be off put by that?

One day your idle discomfort with the prospect just... got the better of you. Overrode your usual careful rationality, your strategic social distancing.

Eddie wound up walking next to you, headed for the usual cafeteria table, and you rummaged around in your brown bagged lunch as you fell into step. Pulling out half of the plastic wrapped sandwich you’d made for yourself: a BLT, bacon perfectly crisp, toasted to goddamn perfection.

“Hey, um. I’m not super hungry today.” You eventually said. “I don’t want this to go to waste, though. Want half? I’ll just chuck it, if you don’t. It’s fine.”

The tip of a pink tongue wetted his lips, the rocker looking taken aback. You both never really... talked to one another. Not one-on-one. Only around other people. He got himself together quickly. “Uh, sure. Yeah. Thanks, man.” And then he was getting his name crowed by the table of his friends and was loping over there, all smiles and rattling chains, sandwich in hand. 

That was the first day you ever saw him, like, properly eat. Long guitarist fingers unwrapping the cling-wrap as he talked and then bam, it was gone, eaten in seconds. No fuss, no distractions. 

It made you feel weirdly... self-satisfied. You brushed the feeling off, turning to your calculus partner and trading notes over the sticky plastic tabletops.

The next week you whistled sharply in the hallway, and Eddie’s wild head turned around in the noise, just in time for him to catch the shiny foil-wrapped sandwich flying through the air at him. He blinked, objectively confused.

You played it cool. “Made an extra for my dad. He didn’t want it.”

“Shit, I’m not complaining.” There was that stupid grin again, wide under dark chocolate eyes. 

And then the sandwich was gone again, his lunch of a singular syrupy fruit cup forgotten, and Eddie licked the pad of his thumb to get the last drop of mustard off it as he argued with a friend.

You didn’t know why you wanted to keep doing it. You just knew that you did. That it made you feel warm, even when half the words you traded with the guy were jabs and you really only hung out when others were present.

It became a habit. The norm, twice a week, clockwork. You pointedly didn’t acknowledge it and neither did he: thank god for small mercies. You didn’t know what you were gonna say if he brought it up. You don’t have to feed me like a fucking pigeon, man. I’m not a charity case.

But he never said that, too polite and warm-hearted under his manic smile and looming presence to even hint at it. Took it all in stride. Seemed pleased every time, trading looks with you from under his fringe that went on just a moment too long, until you chickened out and looked down at your hands laced on the table.

People didn’t do things for Eddie. Not for free. Not unless they wanted something. You knew that. Knew that’s why he looked at you with equal parts wariness and satisfaction.

The weird, indirect, pseudo-friendship continued. A whistle to grab his attention, an extra sandwich or a tupperware salad arcing his way, him catching it with ease and a grin.

Sometimes, your other acquaintances asked why you packed double lunches so damn often. It was easier to say ‘force of habit’ than it was to say you were completely fucking hooked on the poodle-haired outcast’s smile.

He was trading back, now, in November. Little indirect things. An open extended invite to see his band play, free of charge, made in front of a group of his friends. A keychain he made a big deal of ‘raffling’ off at the table and ultimately gave to you. All gestures hidden under the guise of being for everyone. But they were always for you. You knew it. He knew it. 

Neither of you said anything.

“Why don’t I ever get free food?” Dustin whined, gesturing miserably to his wet cafeteria pizza when you plopped down and handed Eddie a reuben, not even looking at him, digging into your own identical one.

Eddie held up a finger to hush the young man, chewing thoughtfully. “Shh, shut up. No talky-talky. Your words are ruining my sandwich.”

The table erupted into lapping waves of chuckles. You hid your pleased flush behind a gulp of water.

Another week, another whistle and a sandwich. But this time, ring-clad fingers in the corner of your vision slid a ziplock bag of potato chips in front of you. You glanced up to the head of the table. Eddie, not interrupting the very intense conversation unfurling between the other table members, wetted his lips with his tongue and lifting the corner of his sandwich bread, showing you the concoction inside.

“Do it.” He hiss-whispered over the conversation, pointing the potato chips tucked into his sandwich.

You wrinkled your nose. “Gross.”

“No, man, it’s good. Trust me, alright?”

Two chips went into your perfectly composed chicken salad sandwich. Oh. Damn. The crunch brought it to a whole other level. You looked back at Eddie and he was already slowly nodding, a grin spreading across his face: you like it, his expression read. 

You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop from smiling. I do, yours said back. He bumped your elbow with his playfully and you shook your head, holding in a laugh.

“No man, you can get all sorts of chicks with these things. They’re like codexes.” Your math partner said loudly, gesturing with the Cosmopolitan magazine at the other table occupants even as they scoffed. “Seriously! What, you don’t want all the help you geeks can get?” He cracked it open, thumbing through pages and starting to read aloud.

You tuned him out, staring down at the fluorescent reflection on the table and taking quiet satisfaction in how Munson always pulled out of the conversations and focused on your cooking, basically shoving your food into his face as fast as he could. It was one of the rare times you saw him quiet.

“The languages of love. Oh, here we go. Quality time.” Your study buddy continued, nose in the magazine. “You like romantic time spent together. Cuddling, hiking, or romantic dates at the movies are good candidates for you.” The other tablemembers cooed sarcastically and he snickered. “Physical touch. Kisses, hugs, and warm embraces are your language of preference. Consider talking to your sweetheart about ways to spend more time together with skin on skin.”

When he waggled his eyebrows you couldn’t help but snort into your sandwich.

“Next up, gifts: giving and receiving. One of the most common love languages. You show your affection with little tokens given your sweetheart. Fun trivia fact: the most common method of gift-giving is through food.”

You went completely still, freezing up like someone had dumped a cooler of water down on your head. Everyone else was still laughing, talking, poking fun at the magazine, blowing past the last topic. 

But in the corner of your eye you saw guitarist hands that had also fallen motionless.

Looking sideways at Eddie was a mistake.

Because he was looking back, those beautiful doe-eyes wide and completely blindsided, lips softly parted. Something clearly registering for him.

Oh shit. Oh shit, that’s totally what this has been, this entire time. You abruptly stood, heart racing, and excused yourself, lunch forgotten. Because what friend brings their other friend lunch so often, what friend wakes up a half-hour early to poke around in the fridge and think ‘hmm, what would make this person smile today’?

It wasn’t a friend thing. It was not a friend thing. 

Jesus. You’d been awkwardly flirting with him for months and hadn’t even let yourself recognize it.

You burst out of the hallway doors and into the cold November air, pale sunlight reflecting off of rows of parked cars, thinking stupid stupid stupid over and over again. You hugged yourself in the chill. 

Were you crushing on Eddie Munson? Eccentric, smiley metalhead, never afraid to speak his mind? Completely and utterly fine with being his truest self, not giving a shit about what anybody thought?

...God help you, you were.

And then the front school doors slammed open behind you and you nearly jumped out of your damn skin, heart flipping upside-down in your chest, spinning around to come face-to-face with Eddie’s big eyes and cascading mane-framed face.

He lost all his confidence the moment you locked eyes with him, taking a half-step back, not knowing what do with his hands. Tall and nervous. “Look..” he finally got out, shaking his head, avoiding eye contact. Hands gesturing kind of helplessly. “You’re... I just...”

Oh god, was this a tactless rejection?

Without even thinking you were turning backwards, storming away, trying to put some distance between yourself and that spiked-covered, foul-mouthed ray of sunshine, trying to clear your head-

And then there was a big hand grabbing your wrist, stopping you, and Eddie’s face was suddenly inches away, closer to you than he’d ever been. “Can I just-” he was babbling, scrambling for words, and his fingers were so warm, “-shit, can I just kiss you? Would that be okay? Would-”

You didn't’ even let him finish. Stupid, stupid man, with soft, hot lips, tasting like caffeinated cola and salt. It was everything you didn’t even know you had been wanting all these months. Heat bust in your chest all at once. A fire right up against your heart. You grabbed handfuls of his leather jacket.

Lips parted, heartbeat going bam bam bam in your mouth. His hot breath puffed on your face.

He spoke first, a slow grin crinkling the skin under his eyes. “Holy shit. You like me.”

You thumped a fist against his chest, pushing on his pectoral, a denial on your tongue, but he early hunted down your mouth again before you could get it out. Broad hands cupped your chin like he was trying to drink you down, get you as close as he could. You went up on tiptoe, completely enveloped in the smell of leather and deodorant, completely shielded from the world by leather and black fabric.

“...Maybe just a little.” You weakly got out, eventually. You bit your lip. “I don’t, uh. I don’t cook for anyone.”

Eddie just laughed: smiley and warm and incredulous. It rumbled in his chest under your hands, and he was kissing you again, and it was kind and soft and you knew absolutely Munson’s love language had to be physical touch.

He was weird. You were different. It was perfect.

God, the Hellfire club wasn’t going to be able to shut up about this for weeks.

#love language trope my beloved <3 #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #my writing

[rustbeltjessie]

It has been a hell of a few weeks. (Putting the rest under a cut because there's a lot of hard stuff.)

First I had a CoViD scare (was exposed, tested a bunch, never got it, thankfully); then I got some writing rejections/found out I didn't win some writing contests that were a big deal to me, and that made me super sad. (Sometimes rejections and losses just roll right off me, sometimes they hit me hard. This time they hit me hard.) Then I was busting my ass at my money-making side-hustle to make sure I could afford birthday presents for my youngest kiddo and Xmas presents for both kiddos + my partner, and I managed it, but I burned myself out. And then I basically had a nervous breakdown—it started on December 20, I had a really bad panic attack, the worst I've had in about 20 years, it lasted for over twelve hours. I felt a little better on the 21st and managed to hold it together for my kiddo's birthday celebration, but then the 22nd it started up again. I got the shakes really bad, like I could not stop shaking, and was also dizzy, and even though I was like 90% sure it was 'just' anxiety, I started worrying it was something neurological. Which of course made the anxiety symptoms even worse. So I went to urgent care. The doctor ran me through all the tests they do to check for neurological problems, and I passed them all. They diagnosed it as an anxiety attack and got me to a referral to the hospital system's behavioral health center. I haven't had an appointment with them yet, but hopefully I will soon. I was diagnosed with both Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Panic Disorder (or w/e it's called now) like 20 years ago, and did talk therapy + had a prescription for Xanax, but I haven't had any kind of anxiety meds or any kind of talk therapy in like...over 15 years. So it's probably a blessing in disguise that all this happened, because now I'll finally be treating my anxiety again instead of just trying to ignore it. Because that uh...doesn't work. In the meantime, I've been keeping my caffeine intake really low, because while caffeine isn't the cause of my anxiety, it certainly doesn't help.

Then on Christmas Eve, I had a flare-up of my chronic sinus issues, and I took another CoViD test, because a lot of my sinus symptoms mimic various CoViD symptoms. But I was CoViD-free, and despite feeling half-sick for it, I managed to have a nice Christmas Eve/Christmas despite it. Those symptoms cleared up on the 27th, and I was like: "Oh, good, maybe I can have a relaxing few days leading up to my birthday." And then I got into a big thing with my mom, it's a long story and I don't feel like rehashing it right now, but we were both hurt and angry. Fortunately, we worked through it the same day. Since then, things have been pretty good, but...now I'm having the anxiety shakes again. I drank more coffee today than I have been lately, and that's probably why. (Note to self: don't do that.) At least this time I know it's just anxiety, so I'm not spiraling thinking it's something else. I'm drinking a bunch of water, then I'm going to make myself a hot toddy and hopefully finally finish this fucking installment of my newsletter that I've been working on for a month now. It's been kind of hard to focus on writing with everything else that's been going on. And my birthday's in two days, and I'm tired. The end.

#rust belt jessie #personal #anxiety #covid19 #family #bad things #small good things

[yaboyhoney]

Warden Ingo with a s/o who straight up tells him what he has forgotten and missed while he was in Hisui and it's not sad or anything like that. It's played out as a casual conversation with the reader.

like-

'speaking of time and portal stuff, there was a rumor going around Paldea and Alola-"

'I guess we won't need that memorial in the subway. whos memorial? yours of course!"

'How am I supposed to explain to our children!- I'm kidding, we don't have children haha'

Ingo's reaction would be processing to huh??? to wtf????

Post- Hisui Warden Ingo x Male Reader

Okay Ingo had been missing for about three months but to him he spent roughly three years in Hisui. You were on the brink of mental collapse before he came back; having spent a lot of time with Emmet and their friends in a combined effort to try and find him.

But the day he actually comes home was shocking, all things considering. He woke up in his bed, realized this wasn't Hisui and went to investigate only to be woken up by your screams since you were laying besides him, mistaking him for an intruder.

What quickly became a frightful experience became sudden cathartic relief as you hugged Ingo tightly, not wanting to ever let go

Time has since passed but Ingo can't help but to note you've been acting a bit...off.

You were helping him catch up with what he's missed but you try do it playfully. Oh his funeral? Guess we can cancel that and instead send everyone a new notice that you're alive!

His job at the Subway Station? It's not his anymore, it's yours!

The children, think of the children, except you don't have any.

Ingo thinks you're at first messing with him, trying to make light of the situation, not fully understanding it.

He wishes he knew why you acted like this but there's little he can do when he's not allowed to leave the hospital, he suffered another injury when he came back and required a minor surgery. You've visited as often as you could.

one day you came back for a quick cup of coffee, a photo album, and his morning breakfast that you made yourself, before leaving to go to work. The photo album has many photos of you and Ingo since the two of you began your relationship and he can't help but to notice a stark difference in your complexion.

The first photos began to tell a tale of your romantic stories with Ingo, you and your bright and sunny smile, both of you with a younger complexion, but now?

He's taken note of your tired eyes, your strands of gray hair, how you act in the morning, you've grown some facial hair. You're unable to cope without caffeine in the morning and come home crashing into the bed at night. You functioned at a higher than average standard and would come back home late to try and investigate his disappearance. Now that he came back, you were most likely getting up earlier to make him his breakfast as well...

He realizes you're trying to make light of the situation so that he wouldn't see how difficult things had been for you the past three months. You've cared for the apartment, Emmet, Elesa, Skyla, his pokemon, and the subway while he's been gone. You did all of that not just for him, but for Emmet's sake too. Had you not been there, what would have happened to him? What would have become of Emmet?

The next morning you see him, it's the weekend. You have your day off work and Ingo is allowed to be released. He waits for you in the lobby and when he sees you, you give him a smile, the sound of your boots clacking against the clean tiled floors.

You weren't expecting your boyfriend to come running at you, with a fierce expression on his face. At first you thought you did something wrong, but Ingo quickly wraps his arms around you and gives you a tight hug that eases into a tender embrace.

"i'm truly sorry dear, for everything you've gone through. Please allow me to ease your burdens for today. Now is there anything you'd like to do?"

"Give me a kiss and I'll think of the rest," you say smiling, with your index finger and thumb holding his chin.

#made this comfort angst lol #i just couldn't really think of how else to do the prompt without making the reader insert be an asshole #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon x reader #my writing

[takeme-totheworld]

Month 1: Coffee Schmoffee

All right, it’s been one month of Operation: Get Less Tired so it’s time for a status report. Considering that I spent a week at the beginning of January down for the count with a bad flu, then another week and a half to two weeks slogging through recovery from said flu, I didn’t really expect to feel much of a difference at the end of this month, but I actually do!

I have three lifestyle changes I’m working on making:

1. Cut off all caffeine consumption every day after my one morning coffee. I actually stuck with this all month! No one is more surprised by this than I am! Can I hear a wahoo?

2. Establish a sleep schedule and stick to it. I…mostly stuck with this? There’s definitely room for improvement here but I’ve made good progress.

3. Take a short walk every day. This one went off the rails almost immediately because the flu took me out of commission on day three, and then even after I was recovered I had gunk in my lungs for two weeks that was turning even minimal exercise into suffering. I’ll try again next month now that I can breathe normally. 😅

As far as how I feel…I still have a lot less energy than I want to, but the constant overpowering drowsiness that was weighing me down, that made me decide to do this in the first place, is improving A LOT already.

I don’t immediately crawl into bed for a nap after work every day. If I do nap (which has only been a few times) it’s shorter and lighter, and it doesn’t throw off the whole rest of my evening. Physical activities that are a typical part of my day (like walking up the stairs to my apartment) are still tiring but not as distressingly so.

I’m waking up less at night and falling back asleep quicker. I’m less groggy in the mornings. My overall mood is more stable. I’m more able to summon enough brainpower to do activities outside of my job. (At the moment a lot of those activities are like…housework and errands…but hopefully one day I can progress to socializing more and stuff!)

I’m pretty gobsmacked, tbh. I’ve been so used to simply FORCING MYSELF (with the aid of quite extraordinary amounts of caffeine) to function on too little sleep all the time, that I didn’t even realize how excessively tired I was until my body straight up rebelled last year and went “OKAY FINE, I WILL JUST MAKE YOU TOO SLEEPY TO FUNCTION ALL THE TIME.” Now that it’s starting to move back in the right direction, I can’t believe I let things get so bad. This is already so much better.

Onward and upward!

#personal #operation: get less tired

[stardustsunny]

Dreams come true;

Word count: 4.3k Pairing: taehyun x fem!reader Genres: fluff, angst Warnings: a kiss?

song recs.: new west - those eyes taylor swift (feat lana del ray) - snow on the beach

Note: the pics of Tyun with the bike were the main inspiration for this. also, it's not supposed to be that big lol and I'm sorry beforehand but the ending might be a suck ㅠㅠ but I still hope you like it!

It's almost the end of August. The new semester in college will start in a few days. You spend your last days doing nothing but chilling with your best friend Kai. You have known this boy since kindergarten and that's when you two became inseparable. He is your friend for life and you have been together through thick and thin. So now you are lightly swaying on the swing on the playground near your home "Hyuka, are you ready for the second year of this hell?" You asked the boy sitting on the swing beside yours "Nope, I'm not..I wish we have at least one more month to recover from the previous year" he answered sourly.

You sighed, you wished this too, but to your regret, that was not possible. However, there is only one thing that makes you want to get back to college as soon as possible,  precisely speaking certain someone. Kang Taehyun. A well-known bad boy, who happens to be a friend of Kai since the first semester of last year.  You've never thought that he will befriend someone like Taehyun. Actually, you haven't met him properly yet, just saw him a few times when you came to Huening's class before went home together. The longest conversation that you have with him begins with a simple "Hi" and ends with "Bye" and nothing more. Though, it was more than enough for you to develop a really small crush on this boy, that grew slightly bigger once you accidentally saw him getting on his bike. Oh, girl..that's when you fall deeply, even though you swear to yourself it's just a small simple crush, you always tried to find him in the crowd, or you casually hang out near the college sports field where he hangs out sometimes. Every time you wait for Kai you hope to see his new friend too, but it happens to be a kind of rare occasion. 

Kai saw that you spaced out a bit "What are you thinking about?" and that's when you caught yourself on the mindless thoughts about Taehyun, you cursed under your breath "Let's go home, it's getting late" you got up and Kai followed your movements.

These few days flew by so fast, maybe it's because you did nothing but sleep in your bed till noon, hang out with Kai, and playing in some stupid games with him on PS5.

The day when college starts came and for you, it wasn't the best day at all as your morning was like hell. First of all, you forgot to set an alarm and of course, you overslept, you woke up only thanks to Kai's call. You didn't prepare the clothes and you didn't have much time since you were extremely late for your first class. You put on a skirt and a tank top, apply just a bit of makeup, and grab your bag. You were late for almost 30 minutes already, you understand that you won't make it in time, so you messaged Kai that you won't be present in the first class and will arrive before the second.

With this you decided that you should compensate this rough morning with some caffeine and go to this cafe you visited with your friend a few months ago, it's not that far from the college so you definitely won't be late for the next class.

Who knew that it was kind of a destiny that you overslept today and you met Kang Taehyun in that same cafe? You clearly didn't. When you received your order you decided that there is plenty of time before the class and you thought that it would be nice to drink coffee here. But what you didn't expect to see when you looked for a free seat is that Kang Taehyun will be here too. He sat at the table beside the big window, scrolled something in his phone mindlessly, and sipped his coffee. You doubted whether should you approach him or not, but determined to give it a shot, you just hope that he at least remembers your face. "Uh..Hi? Is this seat free?" You were awkward as heck, but you keep going.

He looked up "Yes, why?" What the hell did he mean by "why"? Isn't it pretty obvious that you want to sit here? "Don't you mind if I sit here?" Yes, you are impatient, and? "Ok" and he returned his gaze back to the phone screen. Was he always that indifferent? He seems brighter and friendlier by your friend's side, well maybe it's because he doesn't even remember who you are and that's how he is with strangers. There are a lot of questions in your head so you decided to ask at least one "Um..don't you maybe..remember my face?" You smiled sheepishly watching him as he again looked up at you and raised one of his brows. "No? Why do I have to remember you?``Sure, he won't remember, you didn't even introduce yourself properly back then, so you think it's time to do it now. " I'm Y/n a friend of Huening Kai. We've seen each other a few times, but I guess you don't remember " you felt just a tiny bit shy so you diverted your eyes from his face and to the street out of the window. "Oh..cool. I have to go already, see you around" he gets up and leaves the place, you watch him getting on the bike and leaving.  You feel a bit sad, that he didn't recognize you and was so emotionless and cold towards you, but at the same time, it's fine with you because you are just some random stranger to him. 

Soon you arrived at college and you have a few minutes before the class so you came to Kai's auditorium to greet him and ask about his day. You patiently wait for him to come out while leaning on the windowsill, you check the time every few minutes and there he is. Kai smiled at you and came by to greet you with a hug. You talked for a few minutes but you should have already hurried to your next class so you promised to meet him at recess and tell him about your awful morning.

When you found the auditorium, it was a really spacious one for lectures and there were lots of seats. You decided to sit in the middle row beside the window in case the lecture would be boring so you can occupy yourself with something. 

More people come to the auditorium, some of them you remember from last year and some of them were new to you. It seems like there are a lot of people who decided to choose this class. The professor came in already and started the lecture,  but suddenly the door was opened and the boy with slightly grayish hair came in, he apologized for being late and headed to the seat beside you. Well, everything would be fine if only this boy wouldn't be Taehyun. Is it some kind of joke? He didn't pay any attention to you and you think that it's better to concentrate on the lecture too. 

You peeked at him sometimes, actually, you expected him to do anything but pay attention to what the professor was talking about, also his notes were so neat that you almost felt embarrassed when you looked at yours. When the class ended you didn't even get a chance to say something to Taehyun as he disappeared from the room just like a ghost. 

Finally recess time! You're craving to eat something and meet Kai so you can complain to him about this day. By the way, he texted you a few minutes ago to ask if you wouldn't mind if his friend joined you two, of course, you won't. You are always excited to meet new people.

You took some food in the cafeteria and found a seat that the three of you can occupy.  Soon you heard the sound of chairs being pulled back. You lifted your head up and saw Kai smiling at you and greeting you for a second time this day and when you shifted your gaze to another person you saw him. Again. You hoped that Kai had other friends besides him but to your regret no. Taehyun's face though was surprised "You?" was everything he said to you. There is no "Hi" or "It's nice to see you again" but this dry question. Kai's eyes shifted from you to his friend "Huh? Have you guys met each other before?" he honestly didn't expect that you already knew each other. "Yes and unfortunately it wasn't really pleasant" you huffed out.

"Actually I planned to complain to you about this certain person that was cold and kind of mean to me today" you don't know where this hatred came from, maybe you were just fed up with his coldness and ignorance from only this one day. "Guys..I guess you just need to introduce each other properly, I'm pretty sure you will be able to befriend." Kai smiled nervously. He wanted two of his friends to actually find a common ground. "Let's forget everything that happened before and start from scratch,  okay? Y/n it's Taehyun, my friend and a groupmate, Taehyun it's my childhood best friend Y/n." He pointed at his friend and then at you. Both of you sighed and decided to try for the sake of Kai, you shook each other's hand as a sign of truce.

At first, the conversation was tense, but as time went by both of you tried to make some decent conversation, you even learned that he likes cats and even owns one. By the end of the break, you even cracked jokes to the boys and both of them laughed. Maybe, he is definitely not that bad.

That's how the next month went. You grew closer to Taehyun with Hyuka's help. Yes, you still bicker,  like a lot, but that's now a friendly one and not the wanna-choke-you-right-here ones. You learned more about him, for example, that all that "bad boy" thing started just because people see in him that clichéd image when you are wearing black clothes, smoking, riding on a bike, and of course skipping classes and being that cold and mean guy to others. But no, he's far from that image, yes, he smokes and has a bike, and yes,  he's skipping classes sometimes but just because they're really not interesting ones for him. Even though he's skipping, his grades are quite high and it turns out he's like a walking Wikipedia. 

Taehyun recently spent more time with you and Kai on the break, he also hung out with two of you outside the school and this only makes your heart beat faster every time you see him. Especially his little gestures whenever you greet each other, he used to hug you and Kai when you were meeting and you want that this hug will last for a few seconds longer. When he pulls the chair for you to sit when giving you his notes if you can't keep up with the professor's lecture.  Everything about these little gestures makes your heart flutter. You still try your best to not show your feelings as you're pretty sure he didn't see you as anyone but his friend.

Today Hyuka asked you to hang out at his dorm, watch some movies, or do anything else to distract yourself from a rough study week. You lay on his bed while he was sitting beside you looking for something you both can watch.

"Well, Y/n, how long will you act like that?" Kai stopped scrolling for a second and diverted his gaze to you. That was such an unexpected question and you don't really get what he means by that. "What do you mean? I didn't act like anything" you looked at him with incomprehension in your eyes. "I mean..you think you didn't think that obvious? With all of your blushes, long stares, accident hands brush, and other things. Anyone could guess you have a crush on Taehyun" he rolled his eyes like this question was the most obvious thing. But that is not what you are worried about, it's that you must be really obvious if even your best friend who usually can't see anything, did notice your crush. You wanted to keep it a secret as long as you could until you actually move on. "I don't know what you are talking about Hyuka, I don't have any stupid crushes on anyone, especially Tae. It's impossible to like someone like him" you laughed nervously, you should keep acting like that, you should convince him. "Y/n do you think I'm stupid or blind? It's the most obvious thing on the planet that you like him! Stop this pretending and just tell me, I want to help you, I want you to be happy" Kai almost yelled at you, that's new. You didn't expect him to yell at you over something like that. But you don't need anyone's help, you prefer to deal with anything by yourself without anyone's help, even if it is your close friend.

"Listen, I really appreciate your trying and understand that you wanna help me and everything but I do not need your help, ok?! I will deal with my feelings by myself. Pretend that you didn't see anything!" You snapped back at him abruptly getting up from his bed, you didn't plan to hurt your friend but you act before you think and that is your biggest problem. Kai's face shows the pain from your words, you wanted to get them back but it was too late. "Okay,  if that's what you want I will, but from now on don't even think to ask me for any help and get out of here I don't want to see you in my room!" That's not how you think this evening will go, if only you won't be that stubborn with accepting others' help this situation won't even happened in the first place. You sighed, mumbled a quiet apology, quickly grabbed your things, and went to your dorm. The heated conversation that happened minutes ago feels like the stupidest thing in the world and you felt so bad acting like that to your only close friend.

The next day Kai didn't show up at your dorm to go to classes together. He didn't even text you something like "good morning", but you didn't either. You didn't see him the whole day and even during recess, he didn't show up at the cafeteria and Taehyun too. The next few days were like this: you saw Kai a few times but he ignored you completely. That hurt but maybe you deserve it for your rudeness. Today was the third day, you sulked even more because you feel incomplete alone without Huening Kai as your second half. You slowly go to college, listening to some calming music in your earbuds, the pout visible on your face, when your eyes caught a familiar motorbike that is parked beside that same coffee shop you were at on your first day of this semester. As you still had plenty of time before the class you decided to grab a latte and find a certain someone inside the shop. 

When you came in you began looking around and spotted him in the far corner of the room, after ordering coffee you went straight to his table. "Hi! Is this seat taken?" You smiled sheepishly looking at him, the deja vu hit you at this moment,  it reminds you of your first proper meeting. Taehyun raised his head up and smiled instantly "Hi, y/n! Nope, you can take it" he scooted closer to the wall so you could sit beside him on the soft couch. While you waited for your order you talked about different things, it's easy to make a conversation with the boy once you know him better. "Y/n, I know it's not my business, but are you and Kai okay?" He looked at you with concern and slight worry. You didn't want to bother him with your problems, you know that fight between you and Kai was a bad one but you will definitely make it up no matter what, you just need some time. "Well..we kinda fought? It was kinda bad considering that we didn't even talk but it will be fine soon.." You didn't realize when your voice started shaking and Taehyun took your hand in his, that small gesture makes your heart flutter. "I'm sure you will make it up soon, right?" He smiled at you softly and squeezed your hand a bit to reassure you that everything will be alright. "Y/n..what do you think about skipping today's classes and going somewhere?" That was a totally unexpected question from Kang Taehyun himself. Yes, he is skipping sometimes but not the whole day. However, your inner voice told you to agree to his proposal and forget about your problems just for a day. "That's nice of you, but are you sure you want to skip the whole day-" you didn't get the opportunity to finish your question as Taehyun squeezed your hand tighter and pulled you out of the coffee shop to his bike. "There, you should wear it, 'cause safety is our first priority" he shoved his helmet in your hands, you wore it carefully and he smiled at you "You're so cute" he called you cute..does he want you to explode here and there? 

Taehyun get on the bike and motioned you to do the same "Did you ever ride the bike?" You shook your head negatively,  obviously, you never had such an opportunity.  "Okay, I bet you like it. Give me your hands" he took your hands in his and set them on his waist, you felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks and you are glad that he can't see you from behind. "Hold tight onto my waist so you won't fall" the next thing you heard is the engine started, you instinctively grabbed onto his waist tightly and snuggled up your upper body to his back. You've never seen it but Taehyun smiled softly at your moves. And with that, the ride begins. You expected that it would be fast, but you didn't think that the speed would be this high. You squeezed Taehyun's waist and the t-shirt out of fear and shut your eyes tightly. "You scared? I feel like you closed your eyes'' he chuckled at you "y/n don't be scary, open your eyes and watch the beautiful scenery around " you decided to trust him and slowly open your eyes, at first everything was so fast you can't make out anything of the scenery but once you adjust your eyes you saw that you head out of the town "Where are we going?" You tried to sound louder so the boy could hear you through the wind. "It's a surprise, you will like it." 

You sighed and leaned closer to his back. Soon you stopped by a gas station to have some coffee and rest for a few. "So will you tell me where we are heading?" You are impatient to know your destination but Taehyun is so secretive about it. "Nope, wait until we will arrive, you definitely like it, I promise" he smiled and handed you a cup of coffee and a cookie he bought for you. "Huh? What if I don't like it?" You watched him suspiciously while sipping on your coffee,  it wasn't the best one but to be honest you don't care about anything while you look into the boy's eyes. Taehyun leaned onto his bike and chuckled lightly "Stop with your silly questions, you mentioned this place once when we were at a cafe the other day. So drink your coffee and take a look at these beautiful yellow trees around" he grabbed one of your hands that holds a cookie and took a bite, smiling at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.  "Hey! It's mine, you should have bought one for yourself" you did it just to make your feelings less obvious,  but you feel butterflies inside you at his actions. "Have you finished your coffee? We should get going if we want to arrive on time" Taehyun stands up and looks at you as you nod and hands him your cup that he takes to the trash can. Within a few minutes, both of you get on the bike and continue your little journey.  

In 30 minutes or so, you arrived at a small village. Your eyes were closed due to how comfortable it was to hug Taehyun all of this ride, but suddenly the engine came to a stop and you slowly opened your eyes and saw the seashore in front of you. You hopped off of the bike and took off the helmet and then gasped at the view. "Wow…is this real?" You can't believe what you see, you dreamed of the trip to the sea for a really long time, especially when it's not the season when there won't be many people around. You mentioned it once on your hangout with boys, but you never thought that Taehyun would remember it. "Well, I was right, you liked it" he smiled at your amazed face. He took your hand and led both of you closer to the water. "I never thought that my dream will come true anytime soon and that you will be the one to make it real" you looked him in the eyes softly. "Do you feel better now?" Taehyun is still holding your hand in his hand and gives you a small squeeze. "Uh..yeah, much better now, thank you" both of you smiled at each other. Then Taehyun motioned you to sit on the sand, it was like a silent invitation for you to sit and listen to the waves comfortably. Today's weather is really fine, it's warm and not windy, perfect weather for the sea trip.

But it's still not that warm for you who wears only jeans, a light sweater, and a jean jacket, so you decide to scoot closer to the boy because you feel his warmth radiate. "Are you cold? I can borrow you my jacket if you want to" he tilted his head to see your face and you knew that this move of his is very dangerous as your cheeks became hotter, you pray that he can't see the blush on your face. "N-no, I'm fine, really, don't worry I'm just comfortable like th-" you can't finish the sentence cause you felt the arm wrapped around your shoulders and moved you closer to Taehyun's body. You didn't expect this so your body froze and all you heard was the waves and a little chuckle coming from Taehyun. "Why are you so flustered, hm? Do you like me maybe?" there is nothing you wanna do that badly than wipe his stupid smirk from his face. "W-what?! No, how can I have a crush on someone like you, I d-don't" you tried your best to hide the feelings but the stuttering you can't deal with, that's the thing that always occurs anytime you are nervous. "Really? Are you sure about it? Cause I think it's quite the opposite" he leaned closer to your face, such close proximity only makes you more flustered and there is no point for you to denying your feelings anymore, your body betrayed you really badly. "Y/n..What if I say that I like you? Since our second meeting at the cafeteria, you were so cute when you laughed at this stupid story from your childhood  Kai telling me. Since that day I thought that maybe I will have a chance with you." your flustered state slowly changed to shock ones. Kang Taehyun,  the boy you had a crush on, is now telling you that he likes you. At this point, everything looks just like a dream. "You have. I mean you have a chance..cause this feeling is mutual" you almost whispered the last part of the sentence. The next thing you felt is Taehyun's soft and plush lips on yours. The kiss was sweet and full of tenderness, it didn't last too long and the boy was the first to break it. He leaned his forehead against yours and looked into your hazed eyes. You wrapped both of your arms around his neck and reached for a second kiss, this one was longer and slower, your lips moved in sync, and with every move you wanted more, it felt like a good wine that you wanted to drink more and more without stopping. But eventually, both of you need the air so you break the kiss, through the panting you heard Taehyun's low chuckle "Didn't think you will initiate the second one, but that was hot" you on the other hand used all of your courage so you shyly buried your face in boy's neck "Just shut up Kang Taehyun" you heard the vibrations of his laugh and his hands moved to your waist and hugged you tightly. "So…does this mean you will be my girl now?" Oh.." his girl" you almost squealed at this, it was your dream since day one, and now you hug the boy of your dreams sitting on the shore and he asks you to be his girl, this doesn't feel real. "Earth to Y/n, I'm still here waiting for your answer" you were too much into your thoughts, you raised your head too fast for your liking but still nodded "Yes, and will you..be my boy then?" there is no point asking for it, but you still need it. "Of course, I will" he pecked your lips with a smile tugged on his. That's how dreams come true, unexpectedly but at the right time.

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[zaceouiswriting]

Sweet reminder of love

Character: Dick Grayson x male reader

Universe: Somewhere happy in DC

Warnings: Fluff

Two times the darkness of the night went over you, which you only got to see, whenever you had the chance to look out of one of the bulletproof windows. Which wasn’t often, because you had worked all the time. With only getting one or two hours of sleep, if you were lucky, at a time for multiple shifts.

All your life, you wanted nothing else but to help people. So you studied medicine, quite early and finished even faster. All in all, you were a doctor with twenty-five. The youngest full medical doctor in the history of your country. You never cared. Never had a real social life or friends, because of your own intelligence and your parents, drilling you to get to your goal as fast as possible.

Which changed, after you finally moved out of your parent's home, when you finished university and began to work as an assistant doctor at a hospital.

You met a young detective the best of his class, popular, handsome, and very outgoing. Pretty much your entire opposite. Thanks to him, your social skills increased drastically in just a few months and one thing led to another. Before you knew it, you slept regularly together until you were an official couple.

Now at twenty-seven, after five years of relationship, both your lives got increasingly difficult. You with the chance to get the youngest medical director your department ever had. Not the youngest of all, but you would be in this little group. Actually, the man currently in this position, now sixty-seven, started with thirty-one.

While your boyfriend's job became quieter after the police department got more funding, he had to care for you most of the time.

Just as this day. You finally came back home after a sixty-hour shift, completely empty, almost on the verge of crying. Not only because of your sleep deprivation. More because you lost your first patient in your entire medical career. Devastated you walked or more staggered through the front door of your house.

At the first sound of your keys finally, trying to open the door, Dick almost ripped the door out of his frame, immediately pulling you in a hug. He had visited you multiple times, but he still missed you.

„You smell so good,“ you whispered in his broad muscular chest. Sleepiness almost overcame you right there.

„And you stink, as if you haven’t showered in three weeks,“ you teased you, which you only retorted with a dark, sad chuckle.

„I lost someone today. After trying to save his life for hours. He was stable and I looked away for a second before hell broke loose. I had to tell a wife and their three children, the youngest five and the oldest fifteen, that their dad and husband would not come back.“ At this point tears, rolled down your cheeks uncontrollably.

Dick was speechless, for him, you were a superhero on your own, Never have you ever lost someone it didn’t matter how bad the situation was.

„Everything will be alright, you already have an appointment with a psychologist, right?“ His voice was soft, which made you feel like you were floating on a cloud. Or it's just the caffeine and adrenaline, slowly washing out of your body.

You only nod at his question, too tired to speak further. Immediately taking action, Dick swept one of your feet, one arm under your legs, while his other is stabilizing your chest. With your head against his chest, you almost fell asleep in his arms.

„I will give you a bath, okay? You can sleep if you want, I even dry you off.“

„As long as it is the only thing that is getting off, I'm okay with it,“ you mumbled more sleepy than before.

Dick wasn’t even fazed by your blatant flirting sleep-deprived. Since he knows you, it is your go-to defense mechanism. That you never realized you did.

And he did just that. Gave a nice bubble bath, sitting with you in it, cleaning your body, the hair even covering your mouth and nose, so nothing would get into it. He was trained at this point, if he would lose his job, he could become a nurse in no time.

Even drying off, putting you in pajama shorts, and rolling you into one of your blankets. Just to call on into work, telling them, that he couldn’t make it and why. They were understanding, giving him even a couple of days, to care for you properly.

So he laid down beside you, kissing your head, before putting both of you under a big blanket together. Even in your little sushi roll, he cuddled behind you, his arms protective around your roll never letting you go. A small box he had prepared out in the open on the dresser, that he had forgotten to put away.

Dick himself just came back from buying it. Just as your boyfriend himself fell asleep, a soft, „Thank you.“ And shortly after this a just as soft, „I love you.“ Came from you. Letting his heart swell multiple times bigger.

A wide smile on his face, as he finally fell asleep, with you in his arms. Life was beautiful for you two. It only could get better from there on out.

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[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

DADDY ISSUES - Part Fifteen: Him & I

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: It's finally all over. After everything that you went through alongside your daddy, it's all over. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: mentions of drugs, alcohol, guns, lots of angst, i think that's it but as always please lmk if i missed something!

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 7444

A/N: me, expecting this chapter to be shorter than the other ones 🤡 also this is the article i mentioned, if y'all are interested!

Song Rec: him & i - halsey and g-eazy

This is Part 15 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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As you sip your first taste of coffee for the day, you absentmindedly flip to the entertainment section of the newspaper. You almost spill your cup as you read the big, bolded headline at the top of the page: Elvis Sues to End Marriage of 5 Years

You put your cup down and raise the newspaper to your face. Your eyes peer through the grainy print of the photograph attached to the article, a beautifully captured moment of Elvis and Priscilla from the 60s. You can tell by her famous beehive hairdo, the one which inspired so many other women in that era. They both look so young, so beautiful, like such a perfectly matched couple. The caption doesn’t match the photo in the least.

Elvis Presley and his wife, Priscilla, in 1968 photograph, agree to end their marriage.

You gulp and continue reading.

Singer Elvis Presley has sued his wife, Priscilla, for divorce, attributing the breakup to the pressures of his frequent traveling. Elvis and Priscilla have agreed to termina-

You stop abruptly, crumpling the paper in your fingers and tossing it into the trash can. You can’t bear to read any more. You shakily reach for your coffee cup and down a bit of the liquid. After which, you realize your anxiety will probably only get worse thanks to the additional caffeine.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to flash back to sixth months ago, the last time you saw Elvis. Your brain can hardly even compare the two images, from the newspaper and from what you saw before you left. They are and will always remain two separate people in your mind. You can hardly keep track of the different versions of EP. And Priscilla was just a child in this photo. Now, she seems aged, drawn, hollow. Like a ghost of herself.

“Hey, how are you this morning?”

You glance over your shoulder at the soft sound of Trixie’s voice and smile. She’s wrapped in a purple robe and matching slippers as she shuffles over to you. You silently thank the universe for allowing Trixie’s heart to be so big.

You were shocked when she didn’t hang up on you completely. You were so expecting her to slam the phone down in your face (or in your ear) but she didn’t. Trixie waited, patiently, for you to explain your situation. You told her how far Elvis had fallen, right in front of your eyes. You told her how sour your relationship had become, how you were alone, poor, distraught. After you, quite literally, fell onto your knees to beg forgiveness, Trixie somehow found it within herself to forgive you for being probably the worst friend ever. When you burst into tears on the phone, she was as supportive and caring as ever.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. How can I help, honey?” he asked.

With a sniffle you replied, “I just want to come home, Trix. I’m so tired of this place, this prison.”

And that was that. You spent the evening packing up your belongings, just the ones you absolutely couldn’t live without, into boxes. First thing in the morning, there was Trixie in her Jeep Wagoneer, waiting with the warmest hug you’ve ever received in your life. With one foot in the car and one firmly planted on the pavement in front of the hotel, you looked up and scanned the rooms. You knew Elvis wasn’t looking down at you and, in fact, most of you hoped he wasn’t. But part of you…it still wanted him, despite everything. And when you thought you saw a reflection glimmer in one of the windows, you wondered if it really could be him. But then it was gone and you had to accept the fact that you would never know. You took one last look at the golden bars of that prison and, with a deep breath and all the courage you could muster, ducked into the car and shut your door.

“Fine. Just fine,” you reply. “A bit tired. How are you doing, Trix?”

“Oh, you know, a bit tired but excited,” she repeats your words with a smile. “How about some breakfast before we get going?”

You nod and she stands, waddling into the kitchen.

“You know, I think this will be good for you,” she says as she disappears behind the door to the fridge.

Trixie is referring to a vacation you’re both taking. You booked the trip the week after you returned home and today is the day. You’re leaving on an afternoon flight to travel down to Florida for a girl’s trip to Disney World. Trixie wanted something wholesome and sweet that wouldn’t require you to face any real life problems.

“It’ll give you something to think about other than…” Trixie trails off.

Neither of you have said his name since you returned. You used up the drive home to explain everything you could remember to Trixie, the events and emotions you suffered through during your time in Vegas. Of course, at first, it wasn’t easy to forget him. He was everywhere - on magazines, billboards, television, the record store. You saw his face everywhere you went and it hurt each and every time. You couldn’t sleep you didn’t eat, and you wouldn’t dare waste your time with any enjoyable activities.

Eventually, Trixie’s company announced an opening for a secretarial assistant, which you took greedily when it was finally offered to you. You threw yourself into work, trying everything you possibly could to forget him, for good this time. After a while, you became desensitized to seeing him around. You stopped paying attention and it seemed, almost, that he faded right before your eyes.

“Speaking of…that,” you say, propping your knees up onto the chair. “I saw an article in the paper this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” Trixie turns her head with wide eyes as she pours some pancake mix into a pan. “What’s the bastard up to now?”

“Getting divorced, actually.”

Trixie drops the spatula into the pan and turns back to you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asks with an open mouth. You shake your head.

“I threw the paper away but it’s in there if you want to read it for yourself,” you gesture to the trash can.

Trixie scoffs, shakes her head, and returns to cooking breakfast.

“Did they say why in the article?”

“‘The pressures of traveling,”’ you reply, curling your fingers for emphasis.

“Yeah…I’m sure that was it. Asshole,” Trixie mutters to herself. “That poor girl. I hope she has another, better one lined up. She deserved so much better.”

You gulp guiltily as you think about how you treated her, the disrespect and anger. The way you insulted her and probably hit her in a place that was already gravely wounded. You shake your head, hoping karma can hear you when you respond.

“She did. From everyone.”

Silence settles as Trixie continues cooking and you mindlessly read the paper. Your eyes are tracking each word but you’re not really taking anything in. Six months already. You can’t believe it. You were in Elvis’ service for almost four years and, in all that time, you still felt like you never really knew him. You didn't know how to get back to a normal life after the chaos of living in Vegas. Sometimes it still takes you a moment to remember where you are when you wake up.

When you arrived home in LA, thanks to Trixie, you hardly had the energy to carry your boxes inside and you still haven’t gathered enough interest to unpack everything. There’s one unopened box in the corner of your room, filled to the brim with all the gifts Elvis had given to you. You’ve managed to get everything else put away, back to the places they were before. Minus some key pieces of decoration: Elvis memorabilia. Every item you had with his likeness or name on it went out to the curb to be dmolished in some junk yard far away. Your records, posters, books, magazines, everything. All of it. Every last piece.

The sudden sound of Trixie’s spatula clinking loudly against the metal pan snaps you out of your thoughts. You glance up to see your roommate drop her head into her hands, whimpering. You immediately jump to a stand and stick to her side, making sure to turn off the stove before wrapping your arms around her. You hold her thin body close to yours, rubbing her back gently.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Trix? What are you crying for?” you ask, pressing your cheek against her head.

“I just…” she sniffs coarsely. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s partly my fault, too, since I’m the one who finally convinced you to go there and see him. I’m the reason you even agreed to his stupid proposal, so I’m to blame for all of this too,” she explains through snotty tears.

When she finishes, her shoulders start to shake harder and you both melt onto the floor. You gently manuever her head into your lap and stroke her hair back from her forehead. Your face screws up as you feel tears threatening to spill. You clench your jaw. No. You refuse to cry over this again. You did all your crying on the car ride home, confident and resolute in the fact that once you stepped food back on your own soil, you would never shed another foolish tear over that man again. Ever.

“No, Trix. Don’t say that. This was not your fault. Don’t you even think about blaming yourself for one second. You didn’t do this. I knew what I was accepting when I said yes. Well, most of it anyway. Steve even warned me and I didn’t listen. I could have still said no, but I caved like a pathetic little…little…”

“Groupie,” Trixie finishes.

You glance down at her with a stern expression.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” you dramatically hold a hand to your chest and gasp. “Is that really what you think of me?”

Trixie laughs through her nose, which is already stuffed up by, judging the sound of her voice. You smile fondly down at her and thank the universe once again.

“Trixie, please don’t blame yourself. This was my fault and mine alone. My decision, not yours. Plus, I mean it wasn’t all bad. I did get some pretty nice gifts.”

“But you never even wear them. You might as well not have them,” she says, sitting up to wipe her eyes.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true…he did also buy us this vacation, though,” you say with a shrug.

The money you earned from your arrangement with Elvis did finance a lot of happiness. Not only has it been more than enough to pay off the remainder of your debts, but you’ve also been able to pay for a vacation with quite a bit to spare.

“Thank god, huh?” she laughs and you lean over to bring her into a hug.

“I never could have made it without you,” you whisper. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. How much you’ve done for me. You saved me, Trixie. I mean that.”

“Oh, Foxie…” she replies squeezing you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Trix.”

You pull back and hold up your hand, sticking your pinkie finger out for her to wrap hers around yours. You both giggle as your fingers intertwine. After breakfast, you start getting packed for the trip. You’re scheduled to leave this afternoon for the plane ride all the way down to Florida. You and Trixie listen to the brand new Elton John album and dance as you pack up your belongings for the vacation.

As you board the plane that afternoon, you breathe deeply and feel your chest untighten. Despite yourself, you find a small grin spreading across your face. Happiness, pure and real, for the first time in a long time.

~ four months later ~

You jolt up at the sound of the telephone in the living room. Before you have a chance to remember your surroundings, you’re hopping up and stumbling out of bed. Your feet are tangled into the blankets as you trip through the apartment and lift the phone from the receiver. You glance over at the digital clock on the kitchen counter and read 3:34 am. Your eyes widen and you yawn.

“Hello?” you say groggily into the speaker.

“Hi, sorry for contacting you so late, but I’m calling for Y/N Y/L/N,” the voice sounds vaguely familiar but with the early morning and your exhaustion, you can’t place it exactly.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s calling, please?”

“Oh thank god. Y/N, it’s Jerry.”

“Jerry? Oh my god…”

“Y/N, something terrible has happened.”

“Oh no, what?” you drop onto the couch, your heart starting to slam against your chest. You grip onto the phone cord as you anxiously await his response. “What happened?”

“It’s Elvis. He needs help. He blacked out today and…I’m really worried about him.”

“Oh my god. How did that happen?”

“Well, you know how much he’s been working. He just got back from a third U.S. tour and he’s been hopped up on drugs like crazy. I’ve tried to help him cut back but I just can’t get through to him, no matter what I do.”

“I understand, believe me. Where is he now? Is he okay?”

“Yeah. We were going down for his show, the later one, and he just sort of collapsed there in the hallway. Y/N, you should have seen it!” his tone changes into one of anger. “The nurses were trying to say that he needed to go to the hospital, for god’s sake. But the Colonel…he just said nothing mattered so long as Elvis got up onstage to perform. He told them to shoot him up, Y/N. And Vernon, Elvis’ father, just agreed. Just like that with no argument. I tried to stop them but I...I didn’t know what to do. Elvis is upstairs now in his bedroom, asleep. God knows what else they’ve given him since.”

“Oh my god…that’s horrible,” you reply, shaking your head. “Not surprising but god awful. I’m so sorry, Jerry. I don’t know wha-”

“I think he’s going to fire the Colonel.”

“Wait what?” you ask, doing a double take.

“Yeah…they got into it the other night backstage. It was pretty ugly. Elvis was high and drunk and he just started slurring and shouting…it was…hard to watch. He just wanted to know what was going on with the Colonel. Oh, speaking of which. You’ll never guess what I found out.”

“Hit me.”

“The Colonel isn’t even a citizen. He has no citizenship here in the United States. He has no right to be ruling Elvis’ life like he is, morally or legally.”

“Oh my god, are you joking? That’s…I can’t believe it. I mean I can believe but I just don’t understand how someone could be capable of such deception and manipulation. That fucking asshole…”

“I think Elvis is going to fire him tomorrow night onstage, although I can’t be sure. He mentioned something about it to me, but I never know how much of him is really there or not these days.”

“Well, he damn well should. Jerry, I know how much you care about him. Do whatever you have to do to make him fire that bastard. Whatever it takes. He has to be freed.”

“My thoughts exactly. Actually, that’s why I called.”

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“We need you here.”

“What? What could I possibly do?”

“Don’t be so modest, Y/N. He needs you.”

“No, that’s ridiculous. He very clearly does not need me. I-I’m incapable of helping him. I couldn’t do it when I was there, and I just made everything worse for him anyway. He needs therapy not me.”

“No, he needs you. Listen, I know that your relationship didn’t exactly work out. I was there every step of the way, I remember. But what you two had…it was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

“What about Priscilla? They were so in love and they were married with a baby. That’s so much more than whatever Elvis and I were. We were just…convenient, that’s all.”

“You were so much more than that, Y/N. And everyone knows it. Everyone saw those pictures on the tabloids of you together. Did you ever actually read any of those stories?”

You tilt your head as you realize that no, you hadn’t actually ever read what the press was saying about you. You didn’t want to know; you were afraid they were spreading horrible lies about you.

“No…I never did. I guess I was worried I’d see something I didn’t want to.”

“Well,  I read them. And so did millions of Americans. Maybe you didn’t notice, but the way he looked at you, the way he looks at you, it’s special. I saw it every time you were together. It was like the room lit up, even when you were fighting, even when you weren’t getting along. Priscilla may have been his wife but you’ve always been the one. Why do you think he chased after you for so long? Why he wanted you so badly? Why it broke him into pieces when you left? Since you’ve been gone, he’s asked for you repeatedly, over and over again. After the divorce, especially, he’s been a shell of a human being, barely hanging on. He needs you. He was at his best with you, you made him a better man.”

His words overwhelm you. You release a thick breath and reach up to touch your head. You can feel your pulse throbbing through your skin. You also feel woozy, like you stood up too fast. Your head swims in circles with images of Elvis. The way he looked at you, how his crystal blue eyes gazed down at you, moments when you felt seen, understood, adored. Moments when you felt loved in the quiet dark hours of the morning, the intimate spaces between you, the warmth of his touch on your skin. You feel a tear streaking down your cheek and reach up to catch it, wiping the wetness between your fingertips as you stare at it in the moonlight.

“Don’t you remember what I said to you when you were leaving?”

You hear Jerry’s voice but you can’t reply. Goosebumps raise on your skin as you think about the moment Jerry’s referring to. Before you left Vegas, you did your rounds throughout the hotel, saying goodbye to everyone you came to know and love there. You gave Stanley the security guard a big hug and he wished you all the best. You even managed to get to Max and apologize for everything you put him through. To your surprise, he accepted and even pulled you in for a hug. He asked you to keep in touch, hinting at another possible date. You always knew he was a good one. And maybe, one day, when you aren’t still broken into pieces over Elvis, you’d take him up on it.

Of course, you also said goodbye to Jerry. When you first met him at the special, you thought he was a cynical, judgmental, typical Hollywood producer with no genuine concern for Elvis at all. You have never been more wrong. Jerry tried to convince you not to leave, asking you about a thousand times if you were sure this was the best decision. You assured him again and again that you had to leave. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You wouldn’t stand by and watch as Elvis faded into something unrecognizable. Of course, Jerry supported your decision and offered his help should you ever need it. As you hugged Jerry, he whispered in your ear.

“You always have a place here if you decide to come back. You helped him dream. You helped him hope.”

At the time, you didn’t think anything of it, too emotionally compromised to pay attention to the words but now…everything in your body pulses with a desire, a need, a yearning. You’re wide awake. You’ve never been more awake. Your heart stills and a tranquility settles itself in your brain, heart, and body. You’re at peace.

“I love him, Jerry. I thought I knew before but…now I’m sure. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I love him.”

“I know.”

“How long have you known?”

“The special. When you were spying on the ‘If I Can Dream’ recording session. Yes, I saw you,” you open your mouth to speak but clamp it shut when he answers your question. “The look on Elvis’ face was…I could just tell. That’s why I pushed you so hard to be together, to take him up on his offer. Because I knew that you were meant to be, in one way or another. You made him happy, truly happy, for the first time since I’ve known him. You fill a void that no other person in the world has been able to. He needs you, Y/N. More than ever now.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Promptly after hanging up, you gently wake Trixie to tell her what’s going on and why you have to leave as soon as possible. Being the most amazing person in the world, she understands immediately.

“I love him, Trixie. I really do,” you say with a shrug.

She smiles and gently reaches out to stroke your arm comfortingly.

“I can see it in your eyes. What can I do to help? Anything for true love.”

“I have an idea that I think you might be able to help with,” you say and Trixie nods determinedly. You explain your plan to her and she smiles.

“We’ll have to wait until the morning to call, since no one will be in the office until 9. But as soon as the clock hits that time, I’ll make my calls. I’m sure I can make it work. I’ll find a way.”

“You’re the best, Trix.”

You’re far too wired to go back to sleep but, seeing as there’s nothing more you can do until the morning, you spend your evening unpacking the final box. You lift out some of the trinkets and photos that you stuffed inside and pause rigidly when you spy a record album. The Genius Hits the Road. You lift it out and press it to your chest, remembering when Elvis had given it to you. At the time, it was everything. It showed you that E paid attention to you, that he listened to you, that he knew what you cared about. That was when you could see that he understood you in a way no other man had before. You carefully set the album up by the rest of your records.

As you start to stuff your clothes into a duffel bag, your eyes drift over to a very specific spot on your dresser: the corner where you keep your jewelry. Although you refocus on packing, you find your attention constantly returning back to that spot. Giving in, you drop the shirt you’re folding and walk over to your stash, reaching immediately for a familiar blue velvet jewelry box. You run your fingertip over the soft fabric before opening it. You suck in a breath at the sight of the ring, still there in all its glory. You run your finger over the letters TCB. Takin care of business, just what you intend to do.

By the time the sun is finally rising, you’ve already packed and Trixie is in talks with her family friend on the phone. You call the airline and pace while they try to fit you on the next flight to Vegas. You could drive but the flight will get you in so much faster and you want to be there as soon as possible.

“What do you mean there are no flights? None, at all?” you shout into the phone.

“Well, it is Valentine’s Day and Las Vegas is a very popular destination for newlyweds. Perhaps if you had called before now, w-,” the airline worker responds. You sigh frustratedly.

“Well…thanks anyway.”

You flop onto the couch and drop your head into your hands.

“Okay, I’ve gotten everything set up,” Trixie’s voice snaps your head to the side. “You have a meeting with Mr. Benson, my family friend, in an hour. He’ll get everything wrapped up for you and you should be good to go by this afternoon. How’s the flight search going?”

“It’s not. There’s nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nope. Not a single open seat.”

“Well, fuck them then. I’ll drive you.”

“Trix-”

She holds up her hand.

“We’re on a mission to save Elvis Presley but, more important, we’re on a mission to save my best friend. Anything for true love.”

“Anything for true love,” you nod. “We better get ready for that meeting.”

It took you a good while to sort out the special plan you had and, as a result, you leave far later than you would have wanted. Nevertheless, five hours later, you and Trixie are in the car with your bags and materials, ready to make yet another trip across the dessert into Las Vegas, Nevada. You waste the entire drive nervously ringing out your fingers and, when you encounter a massive semi-truck wreck on the highway, you practically rip your hair out. The sun set hours ago and Elvis is probably already preparing for his second show. You’re still an hour out from the city.

“I have to get there before the second show,” you say, shaking your head.

“What exactly are you going to do?” Trixie asks nervously, glancing over at you as you uselessly try to peer around the bumper-to-bumper traffic.

“I don’t know, but I have to do something to stop this. I have to save him. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Finally, somehow, you arrive at the International Hotel. You feel physically sick at the sight of it, but you stomach the view anyway by summoning every ounce of anger you have for the Colonel. Before hanging up, Jerry had told you to meet him at a specific place at a specific time, where he would explain everything. You’re quickly coming up on the specified time. You were planning on changing into something a little nicer to see Elvis again. The thought of him laying eyes on you after so long makes your stomach tingle. But you’ll never have enough time now. As Trixie pulls up, the clock hits the time of the second show: 11 pm exactly.

You hardly even wait for the car to stop rolling before you hop out and run around the parking lot toward the back of the hotel’s entrance to the showroom. You know it well. You used it several times when you and Elvis returned from being out or just wanted to sneak around without being detected by paparazzi or suspicious staff. You stop short when you see someone standing in front of the door. This back door has never been guarded before. Bur as you approach the entrance, you smile.

“Stanley! It’s so good to see you,” you say with a smile.

“Miss Y/L/N! What are you doing back here?” he replies, looking up at you with a smile.

“I’m just here to visit. I guess I couldn’t stay away,” you laugh. “What are you doing back here? I thought you were stationed inside by the stage doors?”

“I was but the, uh, Colonel wanted me moved back here. He said it was a better fit for my personality, whatever that means.”

“Oh, Stanley. I’m so sorry. Don’t you pay any mind to that asshole. He’s nothing. In fact, why don’t you just come inside with me now. I don’t want you getting too cold out here.”

“Oh, Miss Y/L/N, you’re so kind. Do you know, interestingly enough, the Colonel told the security staff to watch out for you.”

“Oh, did he?”

“Yes. He said something about suspecting that you’d be crawling back and not to let you in if we did happen to see you.”

Your face falls at Stanley’s words. After all this time, you can’t imagine that Stanley would prevent you from coming in but, then again, he does have a job to do and the Colonel is ruthless when it comes to those who don’t play by his rules.

“But,” Stanley says, leaning forward just slightly. “Since I see you’re wearing your ring,” he gestures to the TCB ring and you grin, glancing down at the shining diamonds.

You slid it on right before getting out of the car, hoping it would embolden you and also remind you of the Elvis you used to know.

“I know that Mr. Presley is expecting you,” Stanley continues. “And Mr. Presley is the boss, after all, so whatever he says goes.”

You smile and throw your arms around Stanley’s neck, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you Stanley. You’re amazing. Don’t let the Colonel tell you what to do. You keep doing things how you do them.”

Stanley opens the door with a wink and you rush inside, trying to be as sneaky as possible. Music from the show rages in the background as you push past the stagehands and vaguely familiar faces of the staff. You search desperately for Jerry and breathe a sigh of relief when you finally recognize the back of his head.

Before you can get to Jerry, you notice the horrible figure of the Colonel standing beside him. You stop and drop back, pressing yourself behind a column. Your eyes take the Colonel in. He’s not a stupid man; he knew you would be returning for Elvis. And you finally realize his game: eradicate anyone who is capable of helping Elvis. He killed Gladys, played Vernon like a fool from the start, cut off Jerry and all of Elvis’ previous friends and band members, pushed away Priscilla, and then barred you from seeing Elvis. He even went so far as to prevent Steve from contacting EP. Anyone who tried to be there for him, support him, or love him. The Colonel eliminated them all, one by one. Your attention is pulled to the stage as you realize Elvis is out there now.

“Fuck the international,” he says and your eyes widen. You peer closer to try and get a better look at him. He’s stumbling around with his head turned upward to the ceiling. “And Las Vegas.”

Elvis continues to mumble around as you watch the Colonel and Jerry whisper to each other. You can tell by his body language that the Colonel is irritated.

“Ohhhh, security,” Elvis slurs, gesturing toward the side stage. “Securityyy, securittyy!”

You watch from the wings, unsure of what to do. Elvis turns to face the Colonel directly.

“800 hundred shows!” he shouts. “You don’t have a goddamn passport you son of a bitch!”

Although you’re terribly worried about Elvis, your heart leaps with joy at the fact that he knows the truth now. That Jerry told him everything. As the curtain starts to drop down, your day just gets better.

“You are fired!” Elvis shouts and you step out from behind the column. “You are fired!”

The Colonel approaches Elvis and you step up to take his place next to Jerry. In the awkward silence that follows, Elvis repeats the phrase to the Colonel’s face and drops the microphone before spinning on his heel to stomp away. The moment Jerry’s eyes lock on you, you can physically see the relief on his face. He pulls you into a hug and you close your eyes.

“Hi, Jerry.”

“Y/N, you don’t know how glad I am that you came.”

“Of course. You know I’ll do anything for him,” you offer a tight smile. “I take it you broke the news already.”

Jerry nods and opens his mouth to speak but, before he can get a word out, the Colonel’s irritating presence breaks through yet again.

“You! What in god’s name are you doing here?”

You turn to see him pointing a finger out at you. You cross your arms over your chest as he waddles closer to you.

“Mr. Presley released you from his service, you stupid girl. That means you leave and don’t come back.”

“Oh? Well, I believe Mr. Presley just released you from his service, you asshole,” you say, leaning in close to him but speaking loudly enough that everyone around you can hear. “And everyone just saw it. So that means you leave and you don’t come back.”

You step closer to him, your eyes bearing into his face. Summoning every ounce of rage that you have into your next words, you shove your finger into his face.

“You stay the fuck away from him. Do you understand me?” you hiss.

“Or what? You’ll call your little stagehand boyfriend to save you?”

“No. I’ll do what Elvis should have done a long time ago.”

“And what exactly is that?”

“That’s for me to know. If you’re smart, you’ll never find out. But if you come near him again, believe me when I say you will.”

The Colonel laughs and takes a puff of his cigar.

“You’re clearly bluffing and you’re not very good at it, my dear.”

“Afraid not. I’m not about to reveal my entire plan to you so you can find a way to con yourself out of trouble. Not this time. Let’s keep it simple, Colonel. You should be scared of the information I have.”

You watch as a momentary glimmer of panic shines in his eyes. You don’t give him a second more to consider your offer and turn around to grab Jerry by the wrist, pulling him behind you.

“That fucking bastard has no idea what’s coming,” you mutter as you and Jerry sprint down the hall toward the elevator. Once safely inside, you turn to him and let your hard exterior fall. “Jerry, he looks awful. He looks so high and bloated, I hardly recognized him. I…”

“I know. But listen, you’re here now and it’s the best possible thing you could have done for him. When he sees you,” Jerry shakes his head with a smile. “I think it’s exactly what he needs right now.”

“Tell me everything, Jerry. I want to know it all.”

The short elevator ride is just enough time for Jerry to fill in the blanks, describing how the Colonel can’t leave the country and that’s why he refused to allow Elvis an international tour. It never had anything to do with money or Elvis’ safety. It was for the Colonel’s own selfish reasons. Not surprising, but your blood is boiling even hotter now. In turn, you proceed to explain your plan for freeing Elvis for good this time. Jerry nods enthusiastically.

“I don’t know how you pulled this off but I’ve never been more simultaneously impressed and scared. I think it might just work,” he says.

When you step out of the elevator, your entire body suddenly floods with fear. What if he doesn’t really want to see you? What if he doesn’t even recognize you? What if he’s even less the man you used to know? When Jerry’s fingers curl around the door and pull it open, your heart pounds in your chest. As soon as it swings open, Elvis’ head lazily tilts upward. He’s wearing a bright blue jumpsuit which is now half-unbuttoned all the way down to his navel. Your eyes immediately fall to his chest and you remember the feeling of his hair, his skin, his warmth, the way he used to sigh happily when you gently touched him just as he needed it.

“Elvis, it’s Jerry. I have…someone here to see you,” Jerry says before he steps out of the way.

Your heart hammers loudly in your ears as you step into the room. You’re nervous, anxious. What if he doesn’t like you anymore? What if he doesn’t care about you? You shakily breathe and glance up to meet Elvis’ glazed-over eyes. You can tell that it takes him a moment to understand who you are but his expression immediately clears and brightens when he finally sees you.

“Princess…” he says quietly, reaching to stabilize himself on the back of the couch so he can stand.

He wobbles a little and you take an impulsive step forward to help support him. You wind your arms around his torso and allow him to lean on you. You breathe in his scent, familiar and musky. As you help maneuver him to sit back down, you feel the sticky sweat on his forehead and his back. When you hold him, you can tell that he’s much thicker than he used to be. He feels bloated and pudgy, not firm and healthy like he once was. When he’s seated, you drop to your knees between his legs, a comfortable spot that you’ve missed dearly.

“How are you here?” he asks, his head tilting as his eyes trace around your face. “You really here?”

He reaches out and places his warm palm on your cheek. Without thinking, you lean into it and close your eyes, his touch like drinking warm tea on a frigid winter day. His fingers curl around your face.

“Yes, I’m really here, Mr. Presley. I’m right here,” you take his other hand in yours and grasp onto it firmly.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a while. Let me know if you need anything,” Jerry says with a curt smile. You thank him as he shuts the door behind him.

“Oh, Mr. Presley, what’s happened to you?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowing in sadness as you look at him.

“How can you be here? Why would you come back here? To this prison,” he slurs slightly, neglecting to answer your question.

“I came back to help,” you say, squeezing his fingers and then releasing them. His hand falls from your cheek “I want to help you get out of this. The Colonel is a very, very bad man. We need to get you away from him as soon as possible. Jerry and I have been working on it and we can finally do it. Everything is ready. But we have to leave tomorrow, okay? You and me both.”

“Leave? C-can I do that?” he asks, shaking his head. You can tell that he’s still a little buzzed from whatever drug cocktail was shoved down his throat tonight.

“Of course you can. No one can keep you here anymore, Mr. Presley. Not even the Colonel.”

“How did you do this?” he asks.

“That’s for me to know and you not to worry about. I have it all figured out. You just need to take care of yourself, sober up, and pack up what you want to take back home to Graceland.”

Your own mention of Graceland shocks you into the same vision you’ve had a thousand times: a healthy and strong Elvis sitting on the front lawn of Graceland with your children, playing with them, laughing and tickling them, smiling from ear to ear as the orange sun sets behind him, casting beautifully golden shadows on the house. And you, watching from the front step, with a hand on your swollen pregnant stomach. You shake your head, scolding yourself for dreaming.

“What bout Cousin Billy and Jerry and all them?”

“They’re coming, too, of course. All of us. We’re going to escape, okay? Everything is going to be just fine. The way it should be. You’ll be free. You’ll come with me, won’t you?”

You hold out your open palms, begging him to place his hands in yours. His eyes drop down to your wiggling fingers and he stares at them with furrowed eyebrows. You take a deep breath. His fingers lazily drop into yours and you immediately curl your grasp over him.

You help him up and to the bathroom, where you turn the water on warm and help him bathe himself, washing off the sweat. You run your fingers through his hair gently and he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. You make him drink lots of water before bed and, once finished, dry him off and get him dressed in something comfortable. Lastly, you tuck him into bed.

“How bout some television?” he asks.

You glance over your shoulder to see that one of the shot-out televisions has been replaced. Just one. You sigh at the horrible memory and shake your head.

“No, I think you need to rest tonight, Mr. Presley. Just rest,” you say.

When you pull the blanket up to his chin, his fingers curl around it like a small toddler and you can’t help but smile. He already looks so much better, cleaner and fresher. You gently place your hand on his forehead, smoothing his hair back. He closes his eyes. You consider leaning forward to press a kiss to his head but you still can’t do it.

“I’ll be out on the couch if you need anything. Just shout for me. Goodnight, Mr. Presley,” you say, moving to pull away.

But as soon as you take a step back, he jolts up in bed, grasping at your arms.

“No, no, no,” he says panicked, his fingers literally pulling at your skin. His force pulls you forward, and you collapse onto the bed as he pants with wide eyes and grips at your wrist. You wrap your fingers around his hands and hold him steady.

“Shhh, shh, shh,” you say, carefully maneuvering him back down onto the bed. “No, Mr. Presley…Mr. Presley, what’s wrong? Everything’s gonna be okay. Everything is just fine.”

“Don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave,” he repeats over and over, his face screwing up in grief.

You stroke his forehead as he begins to cry. His voice cracks and his body shakes, tears streaming down his face. You bite your lip to keep from crying and climb further onto the bed. You pull him down on your lap and he rests his head there, his hands gripping harshly onto your thighs. You can feel the wetness of his tears as they fall onto your jeans. You repeatedly stroke his head and cradle it in your arms, gently rocking back and forth with his body.

“Shhh, shh, shh,” you repeat in whispers.

“Please don’t leave me, princess,” he says in between shaky breaths. “Errebody leaves me. Mama left me, Priscilla left me, you left me. I’m so lonely. Please don’t you leave me again.”

He breaks into sobs, burying his face in your legs. You lean down and press your lips to his hair, holding him tightly.

“No, no. I’m never gonna leave you again. I won’t leave you, baby. I’m gonna make it better, daddy, I promise. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna fix this for you. I will. I’ll never leave you, do you understand?”

You slide your hands underneath his cheeks and lift his gaze to yours. You hold firmly onto his cheeks in the darkness, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones.

"You gonna fly away with me? Aren't you princess?"

He gazes up at you with wide glassy eyes. He looks like a kicked puppy just begging for someone to give him pets. You clench your cheeks and nod.

“We're gonna fly away, baby, together. I love you, Elvis.”

His tears have stopped and his shoulders rise and fall evenly now. He gazes into your eyes in the darkness, his attention so unwavering that you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. Your stomach flips and you feel them again, those pesky butterflies. You’ve never been more terrified in your life than you are right now. You’re both frozen, caught in one another’s gaze, in the other’s trap. He darts forward and you lean toward him, his lips catching the very corner of your mouth. He presses a warm kiss there and then rubs his cheek against yours, his arms snaking around your torso. He pulls you forward, against his body and up onto his thighs as he sits on his knees. You wind your legs around his back and squeeze yourself against him. His head drops into the crook of your neck, his breath warming your skin. He rocks back and forth as he embraces you.

He doesn’t say it back but he doesn’t need to. You can tell by the way he holds you.

He loves you, too.

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[dfrobertson]

Spooktober Day 1

This month I try to get better at putting out work in a consistent manner. The prompts are from the Spooktober challenge by the.plottery on Instagram.

Todays prompt is "Pumpkin Spiced Lover"

Last night I stayed up late and assembled the machine. I enjoy tinkering, so I just put on a podcast and dove into the machine parts and circuit boards. When I finished it got pretty late. I knew I was too exhausted to start a test run. If there was any problem my reaction time would be too slow to avoid permanent damage. So I got to bed. I woke up as warm rays of the morning sun reached through my window. I felt well-rested and content. I remembered I had a long weekend. The beginning of October always had two things in store:  A national holiday and a new menu item at my favorite coffee shop around the corner, the pumpkin spiced latte. I decided to treat myself before continuing on my project and put on some athletic wear, before heading out the door.

I regretted my decision as I stepped out of my apartment building. The street was still shadowed by the surrounding buildings and the wind enhanced the air that still felt of the colder nights. Braving the harrowing circumstances I made it to the coffee shop. They seemed to just have opened and there just was one other customer seated at one of the tables. As I walked in the warm air and smell of old books and coffee enveloped me.

The young redheaded woman greeted me. In my mind, she was still the “new one” although she had already worked here for over half a year.

“Good morning” I laconically said to the room. The slender, white-haired boy looked up from his book and said something resembling a morning. I remembered seeing him around the campus. I made my way to the counter and ordered two beverages, one for now and the other for later. I wanted to have something to toast the successful first run of the machine.

With my hand full of warm, spicy beverages I felt better prepared for the cold two-minute walk back to my apartment. Once there I went to the living room and placed my celebratory coffee on the cupboard behind the machine. It looked like a cross between a 3D printer and an automatic coffee maker, but the size of a wardrobe. One of the side panels was not attached but leaned on the cupboard behind the machine. The uncovered part gave me a good view of the machine's inner workings, which I needed to make sure, that I did everything right last night. Before I started I sat down on my couch across from the machine to enjoy my drink. Of course, my mind was occupied with the machine.

The machine was a project I had with other people from an internet forum. We each built our own, but we shared blueprints and code. It was an adaption of a leaked formula to print humanoid, robotic bodies. The whistleblower was of course hunted down by whatever military he stole the technology from, but he uploaded it to the internet. Where a group of Internet perverts decided to use the technology to make themselves sexbots.

I was one of those perverts and shivering with excitement. The caffeine also helped. Before I had finished my coffee I was up on the computer I hooked up to the machine. Soon all lights were green and all all running parameters had been checked. I glanced at the model file I had selected to make sure it was the right one. While the file loaded I filled the tank of the machine with a solution containing all the building blocks it required to form the desired product. I was deep in thought while I prepared the mixture from various containers standing on top of the cupboard. I was already planning out the post to the message board to tell my peers of my success.

As I finished tipping all the liquids and powders from the cupboard into the tank and sunk the mixing pump in, the computer beeped signaling that it had finished the uploading process. A last check and then I clicked the green execute button. For a second or two nothing happened, but then a slow humming signaled the machine's activity. All levels within the parts were green. The computer signaled a total runtime of eight hours. So I went about my day. Exercise, lunch, video games, and a nice hot bath. I actually fell asleep for a while in the tub. When I woke up again I was slightly confused, the bathwater had gone cold and I was unsure how long I slept. After a quick rinse with hot water and my fuzzy bathrobe, I stumbled into the living room. The machine whirred and hissed, but the monitor showed that everything was running as it should be.

Half an hour left. I took a deep breath of relief. At that moment I noticed a strong scent in the room surrounding the machine. Of Ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, clover and pumpkin. I instantly looked at the cupboard and I saw among the chemical containers a paper cup, with my name written on it. My celebratory drink.

I try to glimpse through the tinted glass of the printing chamber. The silhouette of a muscular, well-hung man is barely visible. That is the form I wanted, but it was incomplete. The head still needed to be finished printing, although it seemed wider. I prayed to the machine gods, that my mistake would not ruin everything. Slowly the thirty minutes passed.

With a pling and some steam, the chamber opened. There stood a large muscular man, with the head of a pumpkin and a sizeable erection. I gulped, I had feared the worst, but this outcome was the best. He smelled so delicious. I activated him and enabled the voice control.

“Fold me into a cinnamon roll, Daddy. Give me that pumpkin spice!”

It was going to be a great weekend.

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[tranquil-turbulence]

SS Month ‘23 - Day 10

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Prompt: University

WARNING(S): N/A

Sakura heaved a weary sigh as she flopped into her office chair, the ratty old thing squeaking in protest at her sudden weight. A pile of papers hit the desk with a hearty smack, and she wheeled herself closer so that she could get a head start before the holidays started.

“Isn’t this the pits,” she groused to herself as she reached for her reading glasses. “I should be making rounds at the hospital and checking on my nursing students, not grading useless essays that they’ll never use. Damn education committee.”

Grabbing the first stapled bundle from the stack, she leaned back and peered at it through her lenses to begin reading.

As she went through, making notes here and giving feedback there, she mused to herself. With the first part of the year over, her students were no doubt eager to get back to their families and get their holidays started. That’s how it had been when she’d gotten into med school, at least; she was no starry-eyed first-year anymore, instead a thirty-five-year-old that somehow got herself roped into teaching for a year while her mentor ironed out some kinks in the hospital she primarily worked at.

“Just for a year,” Tsunade had said. “I’ll even pull some strings to give you a raise and three weeks’ worth of PTO if you can do this for me.”

And, well, who was she to refuse? Workaholic she may be, but even she wasn’t immune to unfortunate incidents and circumstances. Hell, she’d been schmoozing for a raise for three years now - there was no chance that she wasn’t going to take it when it was practically offered on a golden platter.

So here she sat, grumpily going through immaculate essays that would have no doubt earned them some praise if she knew it was going to mean something in their field. Something about extra credit work from the education committee - as if they all didn’t have enough on their plates yet.

Deep down, she did feel bad; several times some of her students had come to her office begging for some leniency as laptops broke, or printers jammed (that one she shared their frustrations with; it wasn’t just the lab printer that had been out of service that afternoon, but the staff one as well), or they had to miss days of class due to illness. It was right smack dab in the middle of flu season, for heaven’s sake. There was no way she was going to tell them to suck it up and risk the quality of their classwork. If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was being a little more lenient than her mentor, yet no less expectant of excellence.

As she got halfway through her fifth essay, there was a gentle rapping at her doorframe. She turned, an irritable look on her face, before she recognized the man standing there and her expression softened.

“Dr. Uchiha, hello,” she greeted as the dark-haired man strode into the office. Something smelled delicious - two to-go cups of coffee. “What brings you to my neck of the woods this afternoon?”

Uchiha Sasuke, the biochemistry professor, was only 8 months older and yet seemed years ahead. He was quiet, intense in the way he perceived and spoke. He rarely smiled, rarely permitted excuses, and yet here he was holding out a cup of coffee with two creams, one sugar, and a pump of caramel - exactly the way she liked it, with the barest of smiles threatening to spread across his lips.

“I figured you’d need the boost,” his deep voice intoned as she took the cup and set it down on the desk next to her textbooks. There was a twinge of something, something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe amusement?

“Well anything that has to do with caffeine is winning you brownie points right now.” Hesitantly, she took a sip of the hot liquid and hummed in delight. “This is from the staff lounge, right?”

“No, from Cuppa Joe’s.”

She stared at the taller man in astonishment as he took a seat across from her. “You serious? That’s off-campus. You didn’t have to…--”

One knowing look from him made her words die on her tongue, and she ducked her head in gratitude.

“It’s the end of the semester. Why not splurge a little?” He shrugged his shoulders loosely, taking a careful sip of his own. It was probably strong as hell; the one time she accidentally drank his order she nearly spat it back out on his brand new white button-up.

She let out a tired chortle and nodded. “I suppose so. Why the hell not.”

The two sat in silence as she returned to her grading. Despite the unfamiliarity that still hung between them, there was something comforting about his presence. It was ironic; one of the strictest teachers on campus was a comfort during one of the most stressful weeks of the year. Had things been slightly more calm, she might have laughed at the thought.

Sasuke sipped at his cup, head tilted down to look at his phone screen through his bangs. Soft taps and scribbling noises filled the little office.

Time seemed to slip by; by the time she had gone through her last one and placed them all in a pile for her TA to sort through later, her coffee cup was empty and Sasuke has resorted to reading one of the books in her personal collection. Her eyes crinkled into an amused smile as she caught the spine before he put it away - Jane Austen. She’d never pegged him for a fan of Pride and Prejudice.

“Are you heading out?” He inquired, smoothly rising from the chair as she did.

She hummed a reply, nodding her head as she picked up her jacket from the back of the office chair. “Yes. Are you finished for the day, Dr. Uchiha?”

“I suppose.” His dark eye studied her weary face for a moment before he fell in step behind her, following her out of the room.

She made sure to flick off the lights, bathing the room in the orange early-evening glow from outside. As soon as the door was locked she turned to him with a polite smile. “Thank you for accompanying me. You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did.”

“It was nothing.” He dismissed it with a little wave of his hand. “Well, I have to get going. I trust you’ll get home safely?”

Sakura smiled, a pretty pink flush clouding her face. “Thank you for your concern. Yes, I’ll be safe.”

With another nod, he bid her a quiet goodbye and walked off down the hall. His shoulder-length dark hair swayed slightly behind him, and the last that she saw of her sullen colleague was a peculiarly-soft expression before he turned and disappeared around the corner.

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