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nanaslutt · 5 months

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hello, i hope youre good !

may you please write one day about y/n sending hot pics for satoru ?

sorry if I spoke something wrong, english isnt my first language :] take ur time and have a good day ! 💞

Your english is perfect ml, please enjoy! <3

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, sending nudes, phone sex, mutual masturbation, he talks you through it, praise, DIRTY TALK

MDNI

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"I don't know Shoko.. I've never sent him anything like this before." You groaned into your pillow, your voice through the phone coming out muffled on her end. "But you want to right?" She pushed, making you raise your head up from the sheets and sigh, "I doooo." You huffed out begrudgingly. "Great! Problem solved, the pictures you sent me were hot, but not too revealing, so you can send him something like that for starters." She replied, making you blush at her compliment.

You had recently bought a new set when you went out with Shoko for a girl's day. You had practically ripped the bag in half when you got home so you could get it on your body faster. Once you had on the garment you were posing left and right, making sure to take some sensual pictures for yourself later. Your boyfriend; Satoru; had texted you in the midst of your shenanigans, telling you how he was on his lunch break, making an idea pop into your head.

You wanted to show your man how good you looked, but thinking about sending Satoru; or anyone for that matter; nudes? That made you a little nervous. You quickly dialed up Shoko, she always knew just what to say, she was your hypewoman after all. After a quick convo she had successsfully pushed you in the direction you truly wanted; that being sending your boyfriend risque pictures while he was at work.

"Let me know how it goes, see ya." Shoko's voice echoed through the phone speaker before the tone indicating the call had ended rang through the room. You took a deep breath and rotated yourself on your bed, flopping your back against the pillows, still dressed in the pretty set, while you scrolled through the pictures you had taken-- trying to pick your favorites.

You settled on three for starters, it was an easy pick, only taking you a couple minutes to assess the best ones for Satoru. The first one you were on your side, body laid across the floor sensually as your arm rested on your hip, giving the viewer's eyes full access to your body. In the second picture, you were on your knees, you had placed your phone on the ground and set it to a timer so you could lean forward, making your thighs crease at the top, as you used to squeeze your breasts together.

The last photo was your favorite. You were sat on the floor, your legs folded and spread, the sheerness of the panties leaving little to the imagination in the lighting, while your hand once again rested against your tit, pushing and groping it in your hand while the other took a picture in the mirror, your phone covering most of you face save for a sliver of a smile that peeked out the side of the phone.

Your heart was racing, you knew Satoru would like the pictures, and you're pretty sure he would find you attractive in a trash bag, but you digressed, opening the chat to your lover.

Satoru <3: finally on lunch, yaga brought donuts today!

The picture attached was of the white-haired man laying back in his chair as he held his shirt up over his stomach to reveal his somehow still toned, but bloated tummy, an empty donut box in the background. Something told you that the donuts might've been for the kids, but Yaga should've known that bringing sweets around Satoru without anything for him was a recipe for disaster.

You laughed to yourself as you shook your head before responding. The two of you bantered back and forth about the subject for a while before he asked you what you were up to right now, which gave you the perfect excuse to send him the pictures. After sending an ominous 'you wanna see?' text, you clicked on the three gold medal winning pictures and sent them his way. You bit your lip between your teeth as you watched the blue bar at the top of the screen slowly slide across it, indicating it was sending.

Seconds before the pictures had been successfully sent, Satoru had started typing back his own response, which made you nervous because it meant he was in the chat and would see the photos sooner. Which is what you wanted, yes, but it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking.

When the little ‘delivered’ popped up underneath your pictures, quickly followed by a ‘read’ you held your breath. The three dots that indicated his typing stopped, then started, then stopped again. Uncertainty filled your body, did he not like the pictures? Was he mad you sent them while he was working?

You were snapped out of your stupor when your phone started vibrating in your hand, Satoru’s contact picture and name lighting up the phone as it rang. You quickly answered his call, readying yourself to apologize for being out of line, but before you could do so you heard a loud drawn out groan resonate from the speaker.

“You’re such a tease.” He pouted on the other side of the line, “I only have 5 minutes left on my lunch break and you just made me so fucking hard.” He groaned, making you sigh in relief as you registered his words. “I’m sorry Satoru, I felt pretty and wanted you to see,” you faux apologized, biting your lip as you looked around your room.

“And you do look so fucking pretty baby, that’s the problem.” He sighed, spinning himself around in his chair while he stared down at his erect cock that was tenting up his pants. He looked over at the large clock on his wall, which he mainly used for decoration, before sighing into the receiver. "Thank you, Satoru," You blushed. "I was going to send them when you texted me that you were on your lunch but our conversation wasn't really.. in that mood" You explained.

You heard his signature laugh from the other end, "Baby, I don't care if I just told you the school got attacked by a hoard of curses, if you have sexy pictures to show me you better not keep them from me." You rolled your eyes, you both knew he was exaggerating and you would never do such a thing, but his words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside still. "Sorry Satoru, is it too late to tell you that I took more than the ones I sent you?" You giggled, biting your lip when you heard him groan in response.

"Fuckk, please send me those pictures baby~" He wined, reaching over to his wireless headphones as he popped onto into his ear so he could still hear you while he oggled your pictures, he wouldn't want anyone to hear this conversation after all. You were one step ahead of them, the delivered notification once again popped up on your screen as you sent him three more pictures, all more risque than the last.

In one your back was arched in the mirror, showing off the pretty decoration on the back of the panties. Another, you completely abandoned the bra of the set, leaving the panties on as you covered your nipples with your fingers, and one of the same vein of you holding the phone over your body while you lay on the bed, your arm squishing your tits in the bra together while it cupped over your panty-less cunt.

"Oh you're trying to kill me, look at that fucking arch." He groaned, covering his mouth with his hand as he took in the photos. "Baby you look so cute in that last one." He complimented, making you blush and giggle as you whispered out your thanks to him. He looked over to the clock once more, it was a couple minutes over the time he was supposed to be back and teaching the kids, but he figured if he was already late, what was a couple more minutes?

"Answer that," Satoru instructed, referring to the FaceTime request that popped up on your phone from him. You accepted it quickly, pulling your phone from your ear as you slid the green button over, smiling fondly when his flushed face popped into view. "You're so handsome, Satoru." You complimented, feeling your stomach start to tie itself in knots with how debauched he looked from just looking at the pictures you sent him, he was so clearly aroused.

"Oh shit, you still have it on?" He said, biting his lip as he set his phone down on the desk in front of him, giving you a full veiw of his body as he leaned back once more and startaed rubbing himself over his slacks. "Satoru what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh, surely it had been longer than five minutes now, he needed to get back to teaching. "Shh baby, they wont miss me for a couple more minutes ill make it quick." You imediately picked up on what he was insinuating.

"Look at how hard I am baby, I can't go out there looking like this." He wined, tipping his head to the side against his chair as he looked at you with a pout. "You're gonna take care of me too right?" You asked, giggling before you set up your own phone on your bed, using some pillows to stabilize it. The white-haired man scoffed before he started unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, "Can't believe you just asked me that." He said, semi-faux offense plastering itself on his face, "Was there ever a time I've left you unsatisfied?" He asked, slapping his cock against his free hand when it was finally unobstructed from his too-tight pants.

You sat back on your heels and started massaging your tits in your hands, making the warmth in your stomach grow as you pretended to think, looking around the room as you hummed. "Oh, so you already forgot how I made you cum in under a minute before work yesterday morning?" He said confidently, beginning to stroke himself as he watched you push your covered tits together. "I barely have to touch you and you're a squirming mess, dont play with me." He huffed out a laugh, bringing his other hand down to massage his balls in his hand, really giving you a show.

"But you're not here right now, Satoru." You retorted, sliding one of your hands down your body slowly, making your way down to your cunt. "Maybe not, but just my words are making you all wet, huh?" He asked knowingly, pulling his lip between his teeth as he watched you tease yourself. You nodded, making him coo at you as you finally made it to your cunt as you started to rub small circles over your clit.

"Get comfortable for me baby, keep the set on." He instructed. You lay back against the pillows and spread your legs. The crotch of the panties had a little patch over your entrance that he couldn't see through, but every other part of the fabric was almost completely sheer, except for the fact that your wetness was seeping through them little by little and making them see through the more you teased yourself.

"Play with your nipples while you rub yourself baby." He groaned, trying to keep his voice relatively quiet as he was in his office. "This is so dirty." You giggled, following his instructions. You rubbed small circles against your panty-clad clit while you pinched your nipple through the fabric of the unpadded bra.

The two of you have tried many things sexually throughout the entirety of your relationship together, but somehow, have never thought of getting off together over the phone. When Satoru was gone on missions the two of you would send dirty messages back and forth, saying how bad you missed each other, but nothing to this extent. This was opening a whole new world for the both of you, and it would be something you would definitely do again.

"Good fucking girl. Goddd, what I wouldn't give to bend you over right now and fuck you into the bed." He groaned, his strokes picking up pace while he watched your body jerk and twitch under your ministrations. "Yeah?" You encouraged, rubbing yourself faster and harder as your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him to fill you up.

"Yes baby, want you to fuck yourself back on my cock too, wanna watch your little pussy swallow up my dick." He continued, rambling as the wet strokes on his dick emanated louder through the room. "Pull your panties aside and touch yourself, gotta see your pretty pussy." He grit through his teeth, as he tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in his had. You did as told, pulling the fabric aside you exposed your twitching clit and pulsing hole, a string of your arousal that connected to the panties failed to excape his eyes, making Satoru's cock twitch.

"Touch yourself, baby, pretend it's me touching you." He groaned, letting his jaw drop as he watched your fingers come in contact with the little bud, beginning to rub quick circles against it, just like he always does. "L-like this Toru?" You asked, needing him to praise you right now. "Just like that baby, doing so good for me, so fucking perfect." He groaned, shaking his head back and forth as he watched your smaller fingers work yourself through your orgasm.

"Shit, wanna feel your cunt squeezing me so bad, can see her twitching." He whined, making you blush in embarrassment at how exposed you were. Satoru's leg started bouncing against the floor at how fast he was working himself up. "P-please, fuck me Toru', fuck me-" You whimpered, getting lost in the sensation as you tipped your head back against the pillows and dropped your other hand down to the opening of your pussy, slowly sliding them inside your walls and starting up a blissful pace as you curled them up towards your sweet spot.

"Yes fuck your pussy for me, baby, yesyesyes." The man rambled, his back beginning to arch off the chair with how close he was. The squelching emitting from your cunt was going to send him over the edge, he so desperately wanted to pull your inadequate fingers out and lick them clean before he replaced them with his own. "Faster baby, cmon, get yourself there." He begged, slowing his strokes against his cock to let you get closer to your orgasm so the two of you could cum together. "I-I'm fuck S-satoru- Right there- right there-" You moaned, losing yourself in your fantasy as you fucked your fingers harder and deeper into yourself.

"Yeah? Right there? You like when I fuck you right there?" He slurred, clenching his teeth together as he picked up his pace once more, beginning to fuck his hips up into his hand. "Yes Toru- G-gonna- gonna cum-" You wined, your voice raising in pitch as you dropped your chin down to the screen in front of you, watching the show he was so kindly putting on for you as the sight pushed you over the edge.

"M-me too- Gonna fill you up cutie- fucking- take it-" Satoru groaned, hot ropes of cum spurting from his dick as his torso curled in slightly, his abs clenching and body jerking with the force of his orgasm. He watched intently as you snapped your legs shut around your hand, he saw the muscles in your forearm moving, praising you for working yourself through it as wave after wave of your high crashed over you. "Good girl, good fucking girl." He praised, slowing his strokes on his cock as he worked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"S-shit" Your body relaxed against the sheets once more, your legs staying shut as you relished in the friction your closed thighs brought to your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. You heard your boyfriend giggle, dropping your knees down to the side you looked down at the screen and noticed that he was wiping his cock clean and tucking himself back into his pants. "Whew, 3 minutes, and I didn't even touch you." He praised himself, making you laugh and roll your eyes at him as you sat up to grab your phone in your hand and lay it against the side of the bed with you as you laid down.

"You could say the same for me too you know." you retorted, making him smirk. "Yeah, you could, made me make a huge fucking mess." He giggled, staring at you lovingly through the phone. "You look beautiful." He said, making hearts practically form in your eyes as you thanked him. "Clean yourself up before you fall asleep, I'll be home soon, okay?" He said, raising his eyebrows at you as he waited for your answer before he ended the call.

"Okay Satoru, hurry please." You added the two of you said your goodbyes, he blew you an animated-looking kiss before he hung up the call. You sighed, dropping your hand against the sheets as you smiled to yourself, you couldn't wait for him to get home.

After giving yourself a couple more seconds to lie there, you sat up, heading his words as you started to get yourself cleaned up. You paused in your ministrations when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up as Satoru's name popped up on the screen. You decided to check his message before you left for the bathroom, your jaw dropped and your body tensed when you opened his message.

There was a picture of Satoru's impressive-sized softening cock that rested on his hand, his length and hand alike covered in his cum with a message attached. When did he even have time to take that picture?

Satoru <3: Keep the set on till I get home please~

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brooooswriting · 1 month

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could you write Leighton Murray having big panics attacks.

She has a lots of problems on top of being terrified of coming out so one day when she's in maths or something. She feels disconnected from herself and goes into a panic attack ♡

Hurt comfort angst

I got you

You didn’t know Leighton all too well, you were in the same math class and shared some other classes. In addition to that, you knew Kimberly from Econ which meant that you saw her every now and then. At some point you had to do some assignment together in math and ever since then you’ve been sitting next to each other. But believe it or not, Leighton wasn’t really someone who talked a lot about her private life. Plus she was actually a really good student, always on top of everything, following the lecture, and she solved most problems Before Most of the others even understood the question.

That was exactly why you were so confused when the blonde came in late, dark bags under her eyes and she was clearly unfocused. Your Supposition was Confirmed when the prof called her out but she only stared ahead. You felt her leg shake against yours and you could see her eyes stare ahead. As someone who could also deal with being anxious you knew these symptoms. While you knew how hard it could be to do anything during those moments you didn’t want her to loose her high standards in this class. So you carefully slid your iPad towards her and pinched her side. She jumped slightly, her head slowly turning to you before you Inconspicuously pointed to the solution.

“That’s right Leighton” the prof ignored the woman’s weird behavior. You guessed that it was since she was normally on top of the class.

“You good?” You asked the blonde as her leg shook harder but you didn’t get an answer. Your eyes switched between the clock and the girl as you tried to figure out what to do. There was class for another half an hour and pulling her out would be weird but you knew how bad these things could get. When you felt her breath speed up you started to panic too. You searched through your bag to find anything that might help.

To your surprise you even found two things that could help. You pulled out your ice cold water and pressed it to her leg which slowly pulled her back before taking out two tissues and scrunching them up against your nose. Your head went back up and your hand shot up. “Yes Mrs. Y/l/n?”

“I’m sorry my nose is bleeding, may I go to the restrooms?” You asked, your other hand still pushing the bottle against Leightons leg. When the prof nodded you added, “Is it okay if Mrs. Murray joins me? I may need another hand” he again nodded and you grabbed the blondes hand to pull her out of the room. Once the door closed you made sure to get her to fresh air behind the building. It was rather secluded so nobody would see her.

“Can you breathe for me Leighton? You’re going into a panic attack darling” you took her hand and placed it on your chest so she could feel you breathe and copy it. It worked a bit as she started to calm down. “Is it okay if I hug you?” You questioned gently, making sure to give her the space to deny.

As soon as she gave you the okay you hugged her. She relaxed into you, her breath slowing down and her leg stopped shaking. “Do you wanna talk about what scared you that bad?” Your voice was soft, something that Leighton always appreciated about you.

“I don’t know” she hesitated, life was being really hard on her at the moment and even though she was pretty sure that you weren’t going to judge she wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk it. You stayed silent, your hand rubbing over her arm to signal her that you were there for her. “I… I am gay” she just busted out, avoiding any eye contact she could have with you.

Which was bad cause she didn't see the smile forming on your lips. Truth be told, you already had a guess that she was as you saw her check you out several times but you didn't know anything for sure. And as someone who was gay themself you knew how hard coming out could be. “Leighton, that is great. Is this what stressed you out so badly?” you asked, looking down at her.

“Yes… and no. It's also Nico who cheated on Maya his long-time girlfriend with Kimberly and broke both their hearts and my stupid community service at the women's center and the whole Kappa thing. It's just I always thought college life was this easy and chill life but it's kinda crushing me at the moment” she explained as she played with the rings on her hand. You chuckled lightly when she was done explaining which made her glare at you.

“Maybe college life isn't easy because you let everybody else decide over your life,” you said, keeping your advice short hoping that she'd explain it to herself but the look she gave you was a clear no. “Why is the thing with Nico stressing you out?”

“Because he hurt Kimberly… and everybody tells me that that was really bad of him and shit but like, I'm not him. I can't do anything about it” She sighed and her shoulders slumped even further.

“Exactly. You can't do anything about it; you didn't know. So don't let that stress you out; instead, focus on helping Kimberly and Maya” She gave you a nod, and you could see that she was still thinking about what you just said. “So why kappa?” you continued.

“Well, my mom was in it, and it is obviously the first step to a particular lifestyle. It's necessary, and I don't want to disappoint my mom.” you nodded along as she talked, acting as if you understood the whole kappa and lifestyle thing.

“Leighton, kappa should be happy to have someone like you. Someone as lovely and caring is hard to find, and if you're just yourself, I can't think of a reason why they wouldn't take you. But if, for some absurd reason, they don't want you, your mom wouldn't be disappointed or mad. She'd love you the same,” you reassured her. The blonde didn't immediately answer; instead, she just stared at her shoes; it was evident that she was dissociating again. You took the cold water bottle out of your bag again, but this time, you opened it and carefully put it in her hand, urging her to drink something as tears brimmed her eyes.

Once she was back with you, you decided just to cut the topic that was probably scarring her the most. “And what makes you so scared to come out?” you questioned, shaking your head when she tried to give you back the bottle.

“I… I like myself. I don't want it to change how people see me and how I act. People will immediately treat me differently and I don't want that!” she explained and you understood where she was coming from. Being treated differently was also what used to scare you.

“I get that. I used to feel the same way, but I realized it can only affect my image and how people see me if I let it. I came out by making out with a girl at a frat party, and from then on, I was incredibly persistent in acting the same. If people wanted to talk about my sexuality, we could, but I made sure that we did it once, and then the topic was done. And you have such a great personality and style that I don't think this could change you.” You grinned at her and nudged her shoulder with yours making her smile at you

“Thank you, you're good at this, and you're so much more understanding than…” she hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should tell you that she's been seeing someone. “Than Alicia” she finished, watching your eyebrows raise and your face fall a bit.

“Alicia, like women's center Alicia?” you asked, nodding when she gave you a yes. “That's... Unexpected.” You had to keep your face in check as your heart broke over the fact that she had a girlfriend.

“Yeah, I know. And for someone who works at a women's center, she's really bad at this, she keeps trying to get me to come out” the blonde asked as she turned to you. Your face turned into an annoyed and angry one at what she just said.

“Don't ever let anyone pressure you into coming out. That's literally the worst thing one can do, and I hope she knows that. You come out when you are ready, not when she wants you to, okay?” you had your hands on her shoulders, ensuring she was listening to you.

“ But if it really hurts her when I'm closeted?”

“Then she shouldn't have committed to this relationship, Leighton. You deserve someone who supports and loves you unconditionally, and honestly, I don't think that Alicia is that person. But I'm here for you if you believe she is.” This time, you avoided eye contact, missing the blonde's heart eyes. She just leaned back into you until you could see her eyes close due to exhaustion.

You smiled slightly before nudging her. “Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm. You should rest a bit. Panic attacks can be quiet exhausting.” you pulled her up by her hand and grabbed her bag. You took the emptiest road back to her dorm as she looked less styled than usual and you didn't want any rumors.

“Thank you for everything, y/n,” Leighton said as she leaned against the doorway. She didn't want to part ways, but she was too tired to ask you to come inside. The smile you sent her made her heart flutter a bit shocking herself.

“No problem. Here, give me your phone.” She handed you her phone and you quickly typed in your number, saving yourself with a 💕 behind it. You couldn’t wait for Alicia to see your name in her girls phone. “Now go to sleep okay? Text me when you’re awake so I can check up on you” you hugged her and put her bag down in the living room before exiting.

You couldn’t wait for the next couple of days to unfold, getting the girl of your dreams and finally getting back at someone who clearly deserved it.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #leighton murray x reader #tslocg x reader #renee rapp x reader

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setaripendragon · 4 months

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Okay, now I'm kinda interested in what the Kingsman "The King's Whores" wip is about...

=D I am so glad you asked!

Basically, it's a post!Secret Service (not Golden Circle or King's Man compliant) fic where Harry gets found alive and comes back to take the position of Arthur, and the first thing he has to do is replace a bunch of agents who died because of the four minutes of murder.

Eggsy decides that his own appointment wasn't scandalous enough, and not only does Kingsman have a classism problem, it also has a sexism problem, and goes trawling the east end's street hookers for his candidates for the trials.

The story is told from the PoV of a street hooker called Emma who is Massively Confused about this rich-ass chav who's paying her and a bunch of other girls a lot of money for the privilege of... taking them to dinner at the Ritz?

The plan is to have Eggsy run a couple of 'tests' to check for general comatibility (the ritz), physical ability (free running? laser tag? adult-sized jungle gym? I haven't decided yet), and some sort of puzzle-solving/detectiving skills (city wide treasure hunt? some sort of pin the tail on the asshole rich guy??? still a bit vague on this one, ngl) and Emma eventually gets bonus points for pretty much figuring out what Eggsy's looking for and possibly catching him bugging them all and such.

And the grand finale is going to be Eggsy presenting these three to Merlin as his candidates, and ALL of the other agents and candidates pulling faces as the girls fly through the Kingsman tests in a little epilogue montage and, like, two out of three of them getting the job or something.

(Harry thinks it's delightful, and fist-bumps Eggsy when Emma's knighted, much to the agony of all the other stuffed-up inbred aristocrats in Kingsman)

Have an excerpt:

“If you want us to get in your car, you’re gonna have to tell us where the hell you’re taking us.” Emma informed him with a grimace. So far, he’d been remarkably polite and respectful, but she knew full well just how quickly that could change once a bloke didn’t need to be. And sure, there were more of them than there were of him, but she couldn’t guarantee on it staying that way.

Eggsy thought about it for a moment, then nodded in a ‘that’s fair’ sort of way. “Dinner at at the Ritz.” He informed them blandly, and then grinned with mischief.

“Bullshit.” Emma snapped.

Eggsy sobered up at that, but he didn’t look angry to be called out, or even irritated. He just looked sombre. “I give you my word, that’s all. Dinner, two hours, and I’ll drop you all back here in exactly the same condition you’re in now, only better fed, and maybe a little bit tipsy. They got good wine there.” He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “And you don’t have to come. The money’s yours whether you do or don’t, but hey, when else’re you gonna get to make all the waiters at the Ritz uncomfortable as hell?”

That was tempting, Emma had to admit, but she also had her kids to think about, and if she got abducted, who the hell would look after them? “Your word?” Laura challenged, unimpressed.

“A true gentleman never breaks his word.” Eggsy replied sincerely, and it was an odd thing to hear in such a common accent, but Emma was pretty good at reading people, and she was pretty damn sure he meant it.

#Kingsman #my wips

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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tale untold (b.r.b.)

a/n: yeah i don’t have a good explanation for this one. not all of this was my evil genius, i do owe some of it to @struggling-with-delia

summary: Rebel reflects.

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse

warnings: pregnancy scare, fears of an unwanted pregnancy, birth control, missed periods, mentions of an abortion, mentions of sex, at no time is she ever pregnant, swearing, this one isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea

word count: 2.1k

You knew better than to be as careless as you had been.

You’d long since known, ever since you decided you didn’t want kids, that you had to be careful when it came to seeking pleasure through sex. It was something you didn’t really enjoy anyways, meaningless hook-ups not boding well with you, and you’d decided a while ago to get off the pill, it creating problems for your body that were much easier solved by just getting off of it completely.

Still, when you’d gotten together with Bradley, you knew it was important you were smart about this. You nor Bradley were in any position to be having kids right now.

And you had tried to be smart, but getting re-prescribed the pill had been more of a process than you originally anticipated, the base doctor making you go in circles before he would approve it.

All it took was Bradley’s inability to keep his hands to himself one night and a heated make out session for you to risk it.

What were the odds, right?

The odd’s it seemed, were pretty good.

Not in your favor, one might say.

I think I might be pregnant.

The words swim on the screen through unshed tears as Bradley stands next to you.

“It’s going to be okay, honey. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out, okay?” He says, offering you his hand. You just look at him, worrying your bottom lip underneath your teeth.

“Rebel?” The sound of your best friend’s voice echoes through the Bradshaw home.

“In the bathroom.” Rooster calls, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re a dead man, Bradshaw.”

You both raise your heads to see Hangman, who’s smirking at Bradley like this is the funniest thing he’s heard all week.

To him, it probably is.

A girl with mommy issues he’s done nothing but bicker with since the day he met her getting knocked up by a guy she had only recently reconciled with after almost two decades is probably the highlight of his week.

If he could, he’d probably sit back with a bowl of popcorn and watch the free entertainment.

“What are you doing here, Bagman?” Rooster asks, a hint of irritation in his tone.

“He was with me when Rebel texted me.” Coyote says, pushing the blonde out of the door frame. “Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?”

You shake your head.

“Then why are you freaking?” Hangman snorts, earning him a pointed glare from your best friend.

The front door opens again, followed by the shouting of Phoenix’s voice. She appears in the doorway with Bob a few minutes later, a CVS bag in hand.

“Okay, admittedly I wasn’t sure which ones were considered the most accurate so I bought you three different brands, just to be sure.” She glances up from where she’s rifling through the bag. “Bagman, why are you here?”

“My presence was specifically requested.”

“No the fuck it was not.” Bradley says through gritted teeth.

Coyote rolls his eyes. “He was with me when I got her text.”

You groan, head falling as you reach up to rub your temples.

“Rebel, chill. If you don’t want it, just get an abortion.” Hangman says nonchalantly, and even though you aren’t looking at him, you can practically see the shrug of his shoulders.

“Have you... have you guys talked about anything like that?” Bob asks cautiously.

“Obviously not, Bobby.” Hangman responds. “Otherwise they wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“But if you had a kid, oh, I could be an uncle!” Coyote exclaims, prompting another groan as your fingers press harder into your temple.

“Yeah, but her career would essentially be over. A kid would change everything.”

Phoenix’s words sit heavy on you, knowing how many female pilots have left on maternity leave and been pushed out. It’s a man’s world you were living in and you had known it since you were young.

“What about my career?” Rooster exclaims.

“You’re a man.” She deadpans.

“Okay!” You nearly shout, voice hoarse and strained. “None of you are helping so please for the love of Christ can you get out so I can pee on the fucking stick?”

Everyone stares at you for a minute before Bob spurs into action, shooing everyone out of the bathroom before leaving with a quiet, “I hope you get the result you want.”

You take a shaky sigh before running your hands through your hair. You take another minute, the anxiety swimming in your stomach before you stand up, grabbing one of the tests.

After taking all three of the tests and washing your hands, you set a timer on your phone. You resume your seat on the edge of the bathtub, hands clasped in front of you as you grow more anxious by the minute.

If you were pregnant, you were not having this kid.

The thought that there could be an unborn fetus growing inside of you right now makes you nauseous as you try to remember to breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You weren't meant to be a mother, weren’t cut out for it. You had known for years now that you would never have kids of your own.

As crass as Hangman had been, you probably would get an abortion if that test was positive.

The thought of giving birth, of the risks and complications, of having to take the time off of work to bring this baby to term, the weight gain and the hormones, the contractions and cravings, even if you gave it up for adoption, sounded like it’d be worse than a fork in the eye. Worse than several forks in the eye.

And there was the added layer of not knowing what Bradley would do. Would he be angry with you for not wanting to keep it? Would he leave?

Your Dad would probably be angry with you for being so reckless and careless about this, for making the same mistakes he had made that had brought you into this world.

It was all too much, too overwhelming.

You didn’t even have your own mother to turn to and lean on for support.

The thought of your mother makes your chest feel tight as you suddenly wonder if this is how she had felt when she took the test. If this is how she had felt her whole pregnancy. If this suffocating, drowning feeling at the thought of being a mother had been what she felt through her whole pregnancy, of the first two years of your life, you think, for the first time in your life, you might finally understand why she left.

The timer rings out, cutting off your train of thought. You take a shaky breath, standing from the bathtub as you steady yourself to look at the tests.

Negative

Every single one of them were negative. You let out a choked laugh, relief bringing you to you knees as you slowly sink down to the cool tile of the bathroom floor.

You would probably still have to go to the doctor, just to be certain, but this was a good sign. A good start.

Tears rolls down your cheeks before you can stop them, the relief too much to bear.

You sit there for a while more before there’s a soft knock on the door, almost unsure. “Honey?” He calls. “I’m going to come in, if that’s okay.”

The bathroom door opens slowly, Bradley peeking his head in. He softens at the sight of you on the floor, tear stains on your cheeks as he glances at the test.

“Upset?”

You shake your head, wiping some of the tears away. “Relieved.”

He nods, crouching down to sit next to you before shifting you to pull you into his lap. Your head rests on his shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re probably just stressed honey. The last few months have been hard on everyone, but especially you. And you haven’t been eating properly and taking care of yourself like you should.” He says with a soft squeeze of your hip. “Those two combined probably explain the missed period and the nausea.”

You shrug, knowing he’s probably right.

“Bradley, I don’t want kids.”

“Okay.”

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. “No, I mean I don't want kids ever.”

Yet again, there is that patient and simple “Okay.”

It’s infuriating.

Before you can create a snarky comment about just what he's throwing away by being with you, he takes your chin in his hand. “Honey, I’m never going to force you to do something you don’t want to. If that test was positive and you wanted that kid, I’d be all for us keeping it. If you wanted to get an abortion, I’d support that too. As far as kids go, I’m entirely neutral. What’s more important to me is your happiness and how I can support you best so that we stay together.”

“Sure, you say that now, but in a couple years down the road, you’re going to feel differently.”

“No.” He says firmly. “No, I won’t. I want to be with you. I love you. And I’d love our kid if we had one together but I would love a life without them just as much. We have spent too many years apart for me to sacrifice it all now that I have it.”

“You’re going to end up resenting me for this.” You mutter, earning a shake of his head.

“Absolutely not. We can get a dog or something if it’s so important to you. But the not having kids doesn’t change my mind about you. Plus, you forget I’ve known you since you were in diapers. You’ve never really wanted children. I knew what I was getting into.”

You sigh as he lets your chin go, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips. He shifts some of your hair to press a soft kiss to the shell of your ear.

“You’re just going to have to trust me.”

Bradley’s chest vibrates agains your back as he laughs at the Scooby-Doo cartoon on screen. Buddy’s curled up at your feet, a heavy ring on your finger holding the weight of the promise of forever.

This, what you have with Bradley, is forever. He’s been making that promise to you since the day the two of you got together.

Still, the memory is there.

It carries a heavy weight of its own, the fear that had lingered.

The two of you hadn’t had any more scares since that one, you’d made sure of it. But the fear of what you were denying Bradley had stayed. It was a fear the two of you had had raw, honest conversations about and you’d had to learnt to trust him when he said that he felt like he wasn’t missing out by being with you, that he was perfectly content not having kids of his own.

“Do you remember when we had that pregnancy scare?”

Bradley huffs out a laugh, his chest vibrating again.

“Of course I do, Coyote was practically building a nursery in his mind before you ever even took a test.”

It’s quiet for a moment as you piece the words together.

“I’ll never forgive my Mom.” You whisper. Bradley shifts against your back, propping himself up. Your eyes are still trained on the young crew, tracking down the masked man behind the ghost.

“But for one moment, just one, I understood her.”

You sit up before Bradley has a chance to even process the words, earning a raise of Buddy’s head. You smile down at the dog. “C’mon Buddy, it’s time for bed.”

You walk up the stairs with the dog, getting ready for to turn in for the night as Bradley follows you. It’s silent, Bradley not saying anything as the two of you get ready for bed. Even after the two of you have turned off the lights and climbed up under the covers, Bradley doesn’t say anything. He just pulls you close, your dog wedged between the two of you at your feet.

He runs his fingers through your hair as you hear the AC kick in, reminding you of the summer heat existing outside these walls.

Only after minutes more with just the hum of the air conditioning unit and the steady breathing of your golden retriever, does Bradley speak.

“I love you sweetheart.” He whispers, shifting slightly to press a kiss to your collarbone. You smile, even though he can’t see it.

There’s that promise again, the promise to always love you, to never leave.

“I know.” You respond quietly. “I love you too.”

And that’s your promise to him, that you’ll accept his love and return it all the same.

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Caught in a Trap

This has been a WIP since…. January? It predates my Tumblr anyhow - the concept is, uh, ridiculous, a cheesy rom-comesque situation. But for some reason, I just love having pretend arguments with Elvis - it’s honestly one of my go-to scenarios. Then, this prompt came along and I thought, huh, I’m pretty sure this would work with this, so I dug it out from the depths of my files and here we are xx

prompt fill: “How are we going to solve this problem?”

pairing: Elvis (1961/2) / fem!Reader

warnings: 18+, kind of manipulative!elvis, accusations of cheating, fake date, kissing, the suggestion of oral sex… but nothing actually pictured (honestly …. this is because i feel like all i’ve done recently is write the exact same description of it …. so if anyone wants to send me those time machine instructions so i can get some more inspo that would be *great*) . fictional member of the entourage as like a billy-esque person, but just a teeny bit older. Jerry hanging around when he may not have been - i’m envisioning he just popped over for something rather than working for e in this one but that may just be bc i wrote him into it and need an excuse for him to be there.

summary: essentially an alternative, younger, take of the older, sexier ‘We can’t go on together’ - Confronting Elvis about his casual kissing and the aftermath of being told ‘sure, its fine if you want to find someone else to take you out’ - spoiler…. It’s not fine.

wc: 4.4k

as always for the dolls @whositmcwhatsit @vintageshanny @thatbanditqueen @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain

It’s difficult, having these conversations with him, they somehow always turn accusing - both of you slinging accusations at one another. But you can’t keep watching him go on as he is, can’t keep watching from the sidelines where he’s ensconced you between the walls of Graceland. It’s painful at best, humiliating at worst, watching him with his hands on the necks of other girls, kissing their cheeks - or god forbid their lips at the gates, in the car. Wherever he happens to be. He’s always liked girls, chased after them ever since he was old enough to want to and he didn’t often see much harm in chasing now either. Maybe you would see less harm yourself, in his careless affection for his fans, if you felt like he was putting in enough effort to you - that you weren’t just being taken advantage of. But as much as you struggle through, logically knowing he loves you, it doesn’t really feel like it at the moment. It comes to a head one evening when he stalks through the front door, furious that you’d leapt from the car and stormed up to the house when he was “just talking! I was just talkin’ to her! What did you want me to do!”

You’d awkwardly stood there in the foyer, chest heaving with your emotions but uncertain what was best to say, when he’d continued his rant;

“Oh naw, C’mon now, you wanna have it out, let’s have it out. C’mon, what’s the problem?” You sigh,

“Noth-” He huffs at you, crossing his arms, his reddish-brown suit crinkling with the motion, as if telling you he knows that’s a lie. “Ok, fine. I don’t see why you always gotta let ‘em be all over you.” That’s barely the half of it, but no good ever comes from these arguments with him.

“They’ve been waiting out there for hours, it’s the least I could do!” He shakes his head, “No, this has gotta be more than just some lil jealous thing, so go on - what’s wrong, I’ve not been treatin’ you enough?” You flinch as if you’ve been slapped, its a mean accusation and he knows it; the implication that’s all you’re there for, as if you hadn’t been there before; hadn’t waited with barely a phone call a week for two years for him to come home. Despite your best efforts you can feel your eyes filling with tears, though you attempt to furiously blink them away, knowing he hates it. He sighs, “Nah, I’m sorry baby, that wasn’t, that wasn’t fair, what is it?” He grabs your arm, slinking around so that he’s cupping you against his chest, “C’mon no need for that, what is it botherin’ you?” It’s almost comical, the degree to which he is in denial about his own affinity for being the problem, but you’ve already had enough of the discussion and just want it to be over now. So you clutch at straws, mind grabbing the first thing that he might find as an acceptable reason for your poor mood;

“Elvie - Baby, I just, I never get to go out anymore.” He huffs again, pulling back a little so he can look down at you, he rolls his eyes, as if he’s about to disagree before he looks to the side, deflating a little.

“No, you’re right. It’s not fair to you - pretty young dolls should be taken out every night of the damn week,” You frown, you’re barely two years younger than he is, “but baby, I gotta, gotta work, I’m just so goddamn busy at the moment sweetheart, I can’t just, I just don’t have the time.” You pout at him, understanding but still unhappy. He pulls you around to sit down, sitting beside you, your thighs touching.

It hadn’t been a total lie; you weren’t happy about the evenings sat waiting at home, just hoping tonight would be the night he shows up when he said he would. He stares out the window a moment, clearly thinking. He meets your eyes, holding your gaze for so long that you feel like you have to look away before saying, “Well gee honey,” his tone full of faux nonchalance, “maybe, uh, maybe you can go on dates if you wanna. Find someone to take you out when I can’t. Just…just as long as you’re being good on ‘em. Real good, mama, you hear me?” You’re a little confused what’s being proposed but you hurriedly nod all the same, “I don’t wanna hear about your mouth bein’ places it shouldn’t.” You’re quick to agree,

“Of course, it’s more, I just want the company El, I still don’t have many girlfriends here in Memphis now, but I don’t wanna be kissing anyone but you.” He pats your leg, nodding almost magnanimously, clearly pleased at his generosity of the suggestion,

“Well then sure, honey, go and have fun. Actually, that’ll solve my problem with the Colonel too.”

So with that permission, when two weeks later one of the boys - Tommy, approached you and asked timidly if you wanted to go out with him that night, “I-uh know you’re with Elvis, but I know you have a, uh, agreement of sorts, and I’d uh love to spend the evening with you doll.” You had gladly agreed. Elvis wasn’t even going to be home, and he had said you could go out; who better than one of his boys?

You’re surprised, in the late evening, how good of a time you’re having, even as you can’t help but compare; Elvis would have opened that door for you. Elvis would have had a bouquet in his hand, if not something more extravagant. Elvis would have sat on the same side of the table as you. Elvis wouldn’t have flinched away when your elbows touched. Still, for being with someone who wasn’t Elvis you were having a nice enough time and it was fun to spend some time acting your age again. Being normal. It wasn’t necessarily something you’d want to do super often but both you and Tommy were aware your heart was elsewhere and so you didn’t have to worry about letting him down, and he made sure you were both still having a good time. It was honestly just nice to be out, and not accosted while doing so. You’re sucking up the last of your milkshake, well aware the date is going nowhere and therefore not ashamed to noisily suck up the dregs, the loud noise making Tommy chuckle.

“You know doll - when EP suggested this I thought he’d gone insane, but I’ve had a good time tonight.” The pet name flowed off of his tongue as easily as it seemed to in all of Elvis’ southern entourage but you can’t help but wince internally a tiny bit at his usage. However, you’re immediately distracted by the rest of his sentence, the last of the milkshake turning to what felt like pure ice running through your throat to your tummy,

“Sorry, did you just say… Elvis suggested this?” Tommy suddenly looks a little bashful, eyes wide,

“Uh - yeah, I thought…he said he thought the press would stop hounding you so much if uh - you looked unattached from him? Said people were starting to guess you were uhhh goin’ steady stead of just seein’ him. So he told me to take you out - dinner and a movie, make sure we were seen and uhhh…. told me I could do whatever you asked….you know keepin’ up ‘ppearances but to keep my hands to myself.” You’re stunned, and feel so, so very stupid. You’d honestly thought he liked you, at the very least as a friend, and while you had had no intention of it being anything but an evening that might make Elvis jealous you still had liked the attention.

“…sorry, are you saying that you were paid to go on this date with me?”

“Uhhh look, I thought you knew! I thought it was a joint thing, and I uh wasn’t paid anything more than I norm-lly would for an evening’s work. Ain’t like I took much persuadin’ - you’re a pretty girl!” Well there was that at least. “I didn’t meanta offend ya or anythin.” he sounds sincere, and while you’re still shaken by this revelation your brain is running through scenarios that may make the evening still worthwhile. You smooth your features, and smile up at him glancing at him under your eyelashes

“Well-there’s one way you can make it up to me.” It’s like he can tell where your mind has gone and he looks sideways nervously,

“Uh, well see here though doll, Elvis… he’ll kill me. He’ll kill me dead.” You let out a little, fake, giggle.

“Oh no it’s just a game - he’s just foolin with you, the silly goose.” You worry you might be laying it on a bit thick but he definitely is starting to relax. “Look, I uh, don’t think he’d be thrilled to see anything in the papers but look, if you let Jerry catch us in the caddy; I’ll double whatever Elvis was gonna pay you…” He still looks uncertain, and you panic for a second before you get a sudden flash of inspiration - “And I’ll make sure he doesn’t go mad at you.” He still looks worried but is clearly on the fence, “… and I’ll put in a good word with Jackie for you.” His face lights up. Jackpot.

It’s awkward as you drive back, both of you preparing for it, he clearly wants to know why on earth you seem to have lost your mind but is evidently too afraid to ask. And you’re spending the time wondering the exact same thing, but, at the end of the day… Elvis can only be so mad, right? He does basically the same thing all the time. When he pulls into the spot designated for the car, you turn to him - there needs to be ground rules.

“Ok. Hands above my waist. At all times.” He nods, eyes wide, “Ok, ok this’ll be fine. Just a kiss - a regular kiss, no tongue or anything.” He nods again, rapidly, like the fear is subsiding somewhat and he can’t quite believe his luck.

You don’t have to wait long, you’d timed it almost perfectly for when you knew Jerry would be heading out to meet his current girl. You can see him stand there and put his hand up to his forehead, attempting to block your headlights which you’d ‘accidentally’ bumped on when he started to walk up.“Ok,” You look over at Tommy, inching across the seat, “Ok, quick before he goes,” You don’t allow it to go on for very long, but certainly long enough and it’s only shortly after when you pull away, acting as if you were in a daze; quickly flicking off the lights and killing the power entirely. When you glance up again, Jerry’s gone.

‘Shit.’ You think, feeling uneasy all of a sudden. It was one thing to give a performative kiss, for a reason - to a fan begging for it, but quite another to have potentially done so without an audience. It makes you feel strangely guilty about the whole evening. You thank Tommy again, making it clear it’s time for him to leave; he gets out when you do and starts to heads towards the house but before he’s taken three steps you’re calling back to him, “Uh Tommy, just in case - unless he sends for you, I’d probably lay low until I have a chance to speak to him.” He looks back at you and nods. Despite your assurances (and his clear desire to go out with Jackie) you can tell he was still apprehensive about facing Elvis. He changes the direction he was heading in, instead heading for the back entrance - clearly about to go and find some of the other boys to hang out with - or maybe bum a lift home from one of them, while you get out of your car, smooth your dress and hair and head for the front door.

You walk in, expecting pretty much a party since it was the right time of night for that to be happening and hear nothing but Elvis at the piano; your stomach plummets, it’s rare he’s home at this time, and even rarer that he’s clearly alone - you feel even guiltier about what you’ve done. He’d clearly wanted you to have him to come home to, no doubt knowing you’d choose him over anyone. You head straight for the music room tucked in the corner of the foyer and see him sat there, mindlessly playing humming along but looking out the window.

“Hi Honey,” You go to greet him with a kiss, but he turns to face you and you realise you’ve severely miscalculated;

“Hi Honey” he mocks you in a high pitched tone, it deepens as he continues to stare directly at you, “Jerry just called me from the car. He had some mighty interestin’ gossip to tell me.” He pats the bench “why dontcha sit down and let me share it with you.” You look around nervously but he really has cleared the place out and there’s no one to excuse yourself with, nor can you think of any good reason to refuse him, so you do as he demands. You hope Tommy had headed back out himself. You try to keep your face expressionless forcibly relaxing your jaw, anxious not to let Elvis know you’re worried; how’re you the one who’s feeling so nervous? Although you’d expected some reaction you hadn’t expected to have to face up to the consequences so soon. Despite everything telling you not to, you sit close to him, thighs touching. You’d normally hook an ankle around his, but that’s a step too far today. His fingers play a little tune while you wait for him to talk.

“You steppin’ out on me baby?” His tone is level, in a way that says his anger has gone past hot temper and straight into cold fury. If he wasn’t so enraged you might find him amusing, sounding a bit like a petulant little boy pretending to be a man. You look over at him, suddenly furious that he, who orchestrated this whole evening, might take offence that you took part in it.

“If I was it’s because you arranged it.” He hits a flat note.

“Because you asked me to.” He’s got an edge of a condescending tone about him, and he talks slowly, like he’s spelling something out for you. “You told me I never take you out anymore and you’d find someone who would. I found someone for you. Thought you’d be happy.” He shrugs.

“So….what exactly is the problem here then?” Your tone is less than polite, but you had expected him to rage at you and his opposite reaction has unnerved you. You go to stand up, exhausted already at the argument that he appears to be ready to have again. It wasn’t how you’d expected this to go - you thought he’d apologise, make up, move on; although you should know by now that he rarely, if ever, apologises for anything. As you round the corner by him, his hand whips out and he grabs your wrist,

“I ain’t done talking to you yet little girl.” You have no choice but to pause where you are,

“I don’t see what’s left to talk about - I did what I said I was going to do, and you arranged it. Did you want me to say thank you? Thank you for insulting me like that?”

He looks over at you and he’s talking fast, lowly like he wants to get his point across as quickly as possible. His head dipping to look up at you from under his eyelashes, his hand that wasn’t clutching you gesturing with his speech;

“N-ow baby, I didn’t have an issue with you bein’ taken out, you’re right I probably don’t spend enough time treatin’ you to all that … although I think you get enough treats. But….Jerry’s just told me there was somethin’ else goin’ on. That’s different from bein’ taken out to dinner baby,” his eyes flash, and he looks you dead in your own, and despite how awkward you feel you can’t look away, his accent growing stronger as his emotions get the better of him; “that’s you steppin out o’line, steppin’ out on me. How are we gonna solve this problem?”

He’s still got a hold of your wrist and he’s holding onto it so tightly, you’re positive it’ll bruise if he holds on much longer. His eyes are burning as he looks over at you, and you can’t help but let yours fill with tears. He shakes his head and wiggles your arm,

“No. Darlin’ don’t you start with them crocodile tears until we got this all straightened out.” He tugs you to stand in front of him as he swivels to sit sideways on the bench. As you try to swallow your tears indignation rises within you;

“You’re not being fair. You step out on me all the damn time El. Lord above, I’m surprised if you’re not out more than you’re in.” He frowns, “and more than that, you arranged it all tonight! manoeuvred me about just how you wanted! How did you expect me to react Elvis? Of course I wanted to get back at you. Give you a little taste of how I feel all the goddamn time.”

“Baby,” His tone as if he’s talking to a child, “I’ve told you before - it’s different for me I’ve -“

‘I swear to god E, if you say you’ve got needs one more fucking time, we’re through and I really mean it this time.” He sucks in a breath, like despite all he’s done he didn’t expect the ultimatum, and usually you’d expect it to annoy him further - for him to tell you fine, go then. But he doesn’t, instead he looks down, suddenly forlorn as if you’ve knocked the wind from his sails.

“I don’t know what you want me to say doll, I can’t bear the thought of you with someone else.” He’s still looking down, at your feet, like a little boy being told off. You hate how it immediately endears him to you again, how you’re immediately thinking of ways you could make him feel better.

“Well why should I have to bear it with you?”

He looks sideways, “It’s ju-just,” he’s clearly nervous and he stutters through the next, “baby I have spoken to the Colonel ‘bout all this, d-d- don’t think I haven’t, he just ain’t keen on me having a girl at the moment. I don’t see how you can come with me everywhere and it not be clear we’re together.” You shake your arm where it’s still in his grip, forcing him to look at you.

“Well El- are we together? Because there’s puttin’ on a show for whatever reason and then there’s sneakin’ girls back when no-ones looking.” Your own accent is coming out stronger as you get louder.

“There ain’t no other girls darling,” he sighs, “I dunno how many times I’ve gotta tell you that.”

“That’s just not true, if it was we wouldn’t be having this conversation in the first place.” He shakes his head, hair starting to come out of its coiffed position with the force of it,

“I swear baby you’re the only girl for me.” You nod, and step forward to put your hands on either side of his face. He leans into them, eyelashes fluttering unconsciously.

“I know you think that when I’m here, but what about when I’m not?”

“I-I don’t know how you’re turning this onto me doll, when you’re the one kissin’ someone else tonight. I’ve been here on my lonesome waiting for you to come home.” You laugh, squeezing his cheeks causing his lips to pucker as he talks,

“Elvis. That’s my life every night.” He frowns.

“Darling, they don’t mean nothing though! I swear it’s just for show! I haven’t had another girl in any way that matters since I met you baby.” You frown back at him, that wasn’t what you’d heard, and ‘not in any way that matters’ doesn’t mean not at all but his earnest expression, with his eyes wide, seems desperate for you to believe him. “Please baby, you hafta believe me.” He pleads, and you can feel yourself slipping,

“Hmmm. Well….if you say so.” You shrug, about to pull away to take a breath and attempt to regain your thoughts without his eyes imploring you. He stands, wrapping his arms around your midriff, with a little wiggle before you can get any further away. A hand travels up to your neck, almost feeling like he’s scruffing you, but his thumb rubs over a pressure point and you can feel the tension in your shoulders ease with each gentle stroke of his finger.

“I swear, mama.” You look up at him, his lips parted - blue eyes earnest, for once not clouded by eyeliner or make-up, “I swear, I- I uh like the attention but I mean I’m a hot blooded man, I can’t turn that off baby, and if a girl’s gonna throw herself at me, I’m not gonna shove her away.” You frown, you’d been about to cave in to anything he said, but you’re hesitant again now - unsure what you’d be agreeing to if not, essentially, giving him permission to do whatever the hell he likes. His hand grips your hip tighter, as if he can sense he’s losing you. “No, c’mon baby, you know it makes sense - it’s, it don’t mean nothing, I swear it, I swear it on, on,” He looks around desperate for divine inspiration, “On my Mama’s grave I swear - you’re my girl.” You’re taken aback by that, it wasn’t something you’d ever heard him say before and Gladys’ name wasn’t ever brought up in any kind of jest. You can’t help but totally believe him. You duck your head, hating yourself a little for making him swear such a promise,

“Oh no, Elvis, I only kissed him to get back at you - make you jealous.” He tucks your head against him, holding you close and shushes you,

“I know sweet, I know. Bet he wasn’t even a good kisser was he? He’s just a boy, ain’t a man like you need.” You shake your head against his chest groaning a little at what you’re about to confess, playing in to his little pissing competition.

“No…wasn’t good at all. Hadda….had to lead.” Elvis laughs,

“Oh no, sweet little thing like you shouldn’t hafta be in charge. You oughta be taken care of.” He tips your head back and brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “No more tears mama,” and he kisses you, gently - twice on the mouth before moving to the side of your face. Butterfly kisses, before leading you by the hand over to the sofa, “Lemme take care of ya, doll.”

He sits, legs parted and his hands grip your hips holding you in place before dragging you closer, it forces you to look down at him. Simultaneously making you feel a little small, and a little like a child, you thread your fingers through his hair, weaving the strands, stiff with gel and spray past your knuckles to tilt his head up. He smiles up at you, a little private half-smile, his eyes crinkling and you’re helpless to anything except leaning down to press a kiss against it. He takes the opportunity of the momentum of your leaning down to tug you onto his lap. Breaking your hold on his hair, and the touch of your lips on his. He takes a moment to situate you, tugging with a hand under your thigh to pull you ever closer to him. Once you’re firmly tucked against his side his other hand travels up your back to support your head, as if you needed it, gripping your neck, the other a heavy presence on your thigh. You shift, helplessly trapped by his hold on you - as if you’d even want to get away, unable to do anything but melt against his chest.

You glance about, sure that the silence and solitude you had found him in was soon to be broken, and nervous about going any further if there was a threat of being interrupted.

“Nah, baby, no-one’s around,” He leans forward, kissing your neck, “Let - “ he moves closer, to your cheek, murmuring against your skin, “me, make it up to you.” He whispered right against your lips. You sink into him completely, lips parting of their own accord, and he delves into them. It’s perfect, despite the slightly awkward angle, and you can’t help but sigh a little breath of relief at the feeling of it, so different from the gentle, chaste kiss in the car. Utterly perfect with his sharp nippy little teeth and darting tongue. He pulls you back, shifting you back but lower, until you’re pretty much horizontal on the sofa, pulling his hand out from under your neck to lay you down completely. He shifts, tumbling off, onto his knees.

He pulls you around with a grip on your thighs before positioning you exactly how he wants, on your back, with your feet planted firmly down, legs spread. He tugs you closer to him, so that you’re almost coming off the couch yourself, pushing your legs apart further so that he could kneel between them. You aren’t sure about this. Not in, essentially, the very first room of the house - not, right by the front door.

“C’mon I’ll make you feel good doll, and then, then I’ll take ya upstairs and you can apologise real pretty to me too.” You frown, about to protest - to suggest, ‘hey how about we go straight upstairs now?’ when all thoughts are gone from your mind as he pushes your already bunched up dress further up and leans in, his breath hot against your panties. He’s … very good at this, and you’re under no illusions that by the time he’s half carrying you on wobbly legs up the stairs that you’ll have completely forgotten about any of those other girls, and by the time he’s placing you on your knees in front of him in the bedroom, that you’ll have totally forgiven him for any future transgressions as well.

#writing prompt game #60s elvis x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis smut is probably a bit too far for what’s in this #so idk #light elvis smut #be-my-ally

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demodoggonetired · 8 months

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" I'm Batty 4 U "

For the @steddiemicrofic September Prompt: Charm || 548 Words || Rating: T || Warnings: implied verbally absuvie parent, implied period-typical homophobia

It sweeps through the group like wildfire after the whole Vecna ordeal. Something about everyone trying to go back to normal, re-engaging with non-world-ending topics.

Out window shopping, El happens upon a charm bracelet display and within the week convinces Hopper to buy one for her and Max. And who’s to deny the girl that's suffered through so much.

El states it as her “momento of who she is, and those who helped her find that definition.” All while thumbing the rainbow and sunflower charms.

So it’s no surprise when Robin, Nancy, and Erica are seen wearing their own charm bracelet designs after Girl’s Night. Then through a spidering chain of conversations and convincing, the rest of the party soon each have custom bracelets.

For Steve though, the issue is that he’s just not a bracelet sort of guy. The occasional pinching when it doesn’t sit right. Constant jangling and shifting every time you move. It’s not for him.

(Plus he knows his Dad would make him throw it out if he ever saw it. “Jewelry isn’t for men.” and all that. (Of course I don’t agree, Robin. But I still don’t want to risk it getting tossed.))

Until Robin solves the problem for him. Turning his bracelet into a keychain for his car keys. And he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to care for said keychain once it’d stop pinching his wrist.

Exactly as El had painted it from the get-go; a constant reminder that he’s more than the harsh words his dad sneers as “encouragement”.

Of who he matters to and of who matters to him. His family.

But it’s not for another few months that his keychain gains a companion.

“Hey, uh. Hey, Stevie.”

They’d danced around one another for weeks. From exchanged glances at the hospital, to touching under the guise of lending a hand, pulling excuses to spend time together.

“Yea?”

Finally culminating in Steve getting fed up and testing the waters with a kiss ‘hello’.

“I know we’ve only been technically dating for a month now. But I’m pretty sure I remember you being a big relationship guy back in high school, and I figured well ‘Stevie probably never had someone buy him the cheesy anniversary gifts he bought for others’-”

“They weren't cheesy, they were well thought out-”

“And so, I got you something as a faux sort of ‘Happy One Month Anniversary’ gift.”

Eddie shoves the little trinket into Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop his book.

“Small towns, especially Hawkins in particular, suck and so I figured this is as public as we’d be able to be. And I know the bat was maybe a bold choice considering the bites and all that shit but- Actually maybe this was a bad idea- Ya know what, give it back right now, Stevie. This was stupid- I’m gonna do something else.”

Deftly leaning away, Steve hooks his arm around his boyfriend so he can’t lunge for the keychain again.

“Oh hell no. My boyfriend gave this to me, it’s mine now. You can’t take Ozzy from me.”

“Ozzy? What?”

“Yeah, the little bat charm. His name’s Ozzy, he told me so himself.”

“What-?? Shit- Jesus Christ, you’re so lame. Come here so I can kiss your lame, adorable face.”

#bad news: he did not actually solve the jangling #but he has come to accept it #a little bit of reclaiming your character motifs in this one #also don't think about eddie putting little charms on his belt chain btw it's too cute #enjoy another fluffy prompt fill because the other idea I had was so angsty #I'm still considering doing the second fill since I already drafted it tho but we shall see #anyone else get possessed with the sudden urge to draw a set of keys with 21 semi-realistic little metal charms? no? just me?#(while zoomed into the image. right click the image and open in a new tab if you want full resolution for whatever reason)#also naming this microfic after my favorite charm because i couldn't resist (still kicking myself for forgetting the dice charm ahh)#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie microfic #my posts #my writing #my art

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countryclubkook · 1 year

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Too kind for your own good

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, blood, death, language, toxic father and son relationship, small mention of abuse (ward slaps Rafe), guns, spoilers for obx, language, very violent and intense situation, there is no happiness here, this is pure heartbreak and angst with no fluff in sight

Summary: You find out the truth about Rafe and he doesn’t take it so well, now he has to make a choice. You or his father, but things don’t exactly go as planned and he has to suffer the consequences of his own selfish actions.

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about the ending because I could not figure out how I wanted this to end but I needed to get it out so I hope you enjoy. The timelines in this are a bit different from the show and there are certain things mentioned here that happen at different times in the show than in the story and that is solely for writing purpose,

“Oh princess, can’t say i’m surprised to see you turn against us. You always were too kind for your own good” Rafe’s voice was slow and taunting, a sadistic look of happiness on his face at the way your body tensed up and how your eyes went dark at the sight of him.

The gun that he’d used to shoot Sarah waving around in the air as if it was his prize. Her blood still staining your mind from the picture you’d seen when they talked to the police, not knowing whether or not she’d made it after the adrenaline inevitably wore off made you sick. It wasn’t until the three of you got back to OBX and Kelce ran to the country club telling Rafe he’d seen her and John B that you’d known she was still alive. You never thought Rafe would try to kill his own sister, you didn’t think he was capable of killing anyone until you found out the truth about Peterkin.

“I’ll miss you Y/N. I’ll make sure your pretty face is the headline of every news station though, can’t just let you die without the fame of it all. And John B over there,” he nodded to the unconscious body of the innocent teen boy that was blamed for all this mess, the boy who had been through so much for wanting to find gold and be with the girl he loves, “He’ll be easy to frame for your…tragic end. I mean come on, you’re my girlfriend, you tried to reason with him and keep him away from my dad and I because he was becoming unhinged and it got ugly, he shot you and then himself. Problem solved”

Your breathing hitched as you tried backing away from him. Your legs felt like jelly and your hands were shaking uncontrollably, you’d never seen Rafe like this and it was scaring you. He wasn’t actually going to kill you right? The way he took long strides towards you was telling you otherwise, the crazy yet calm look in his eyes as if you were nothing to him hurt you more than any weapons could. You remained quiet though, something that seemed to piss him off.

“Why are you so quiet huh? Fucking answer me bitch!” it took everything in you not to flinch. Instead, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in.

“What do you want me to say Rafe? What am I supposed to say in this situation?” your voice trembled slightly and you cursed your body for giving away your true fear. He let out a humorless chuckle and began to circle you.

“You can beg, I know you’re good at that. All those little home videos of you on your knees begging me to use you, to hurt you, to do whatever I want, they prove that” you swallowed back tears and gave him a look of acceptance. There was nothing you could do to prevent your death, why bother fighting it and giving him the satisfaction?

“Why? Why not just kill me now huh? Kill me and John B and take what you’ve always wanted Rafe, make your daddy proud” he looks at you with furrowed brows and tilted his head slightly.

“What?” he asks in confusion, watching as you slowly walked towards him with seemingly no fear.

“I said,” another step towards him until you were directly in front of him “kill me. Fucking kill me Rafe”

His face tensed, you were supposed to be scared, beg him to let you go, not beg him to kill you. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Y/N-“ you cut him off with a harsh shove to his chest.

“Murder me Rafe! Fucking murder me like you murdered Sheriff Pete” shove.

“Shoot me like you shot your sister!” another shove before you began beating on his chest with closed fists.

“Murder me Rafe! MURDER ME!” you began screaming as something inside you snapped. All the fear, all the betrayal, the confusion, all of it coming to the surface and exploding.

“Y/N stop! What-“ again he was cut off by a combination of hits and shoves as you broke down in front of him.

“MURDER ME! MURDER ME! MURDER ME! MU-“ a harsh gasp leaving your throat as you gripped onto the fabric of his shirt. Neither one of you looked down knowing it wasn’t good.

He watched in pure fear and panic as his father pulled a knife out of your back and shoved you to the ground. His face was void of emotion as he watched Rafe fall to the ground with you and cradle your bleeding out frame. Tears had fallen onto your cheeks like little rain droplets as Rafe’s eyes teared up just the same.

“Dad, what did you do? What the fuck did you do?!” his voice came out in a broken yell as he tried to apply pressure to your stomach in hopes it would stop the bleeding.

But the blood kept pouring out, staining his hands. The ring you’d bought him for your one year anniversary now covered in your blood, he was going to have to hold you as you died, all because of him, with the jewels you gave him. How fucking twisted was that? Your pained groan pulled him out of his thoughts as he quickly realized he couldn’t save you. Your clothes were soaked in blood as were his pants, and the pool of blood had soaked your hair and left small streaks on your face.

Ward stood there with a look of disappointment at the scene in front of him. “We need to take care of him now son. We can’t let emotion get in the way, I mean it’s not like you loved her that much anyway seeing as you were about to kill her” he was right. Rafe was about to kill you and pin it all on John B solely because you’d seen how much of a monster he was and wanted to leave. All his potential to be good and have a good thing ruined just for his dad’s acceptance. But it’s not like he could change it now, especially when your blood was caked onto his hands.

“W-well, I guess this is how it ends. Who would,” you cough, blood pooling in your throat as you do, “who would have thought” a sad yet lazy smile on your face.

“I-i’m sorry baby. I’m so fucking sorry” he meant for everything. For dragging you into this mess, for being the reason you died, for being so fucked up and needing his dads approval and acceptance so bad that he threw all the good down the drain just to get it.

All he could do was mutter small apologies as he cradled and rocked your cold and bloody body while your breathing got slower and slower until it stopped, one final raspy breath in and a small gurgle sound caught in the back of your throat. His face screwed up as tears formed in his eyes, he couldn’t be bothered to wipe them. He wanted to keep holding you until you were pried from his hands, but Ward had other plans. There was no time for him to mourn on his schedule.

“Rafe. come on son,” a deep sigh filled the room as Ward wiped his hands on his face “Let’s finish this. Make me proud, we’re so close to this being done”.

Right. John B was still there, this was all for gold and not just some tragic accident that he could genuinely say he had no part in. His hands reached for your face, gently moving his fingers to close your eyes that he used to look so deeply into out of pure love and admiration, to trace every last feature of yours one last time. You looked so beautiful even in death, that’s all Rafe could think about. How his girl managed to look so beautiful even after being fucking stabbed and covered in her own blood.

“I love you. I’m sorry” one last kiss to your cold and parted lips before he stood, gently laying your body on the ground.

“Good, now come on. Help me with John B, if we kill him here we can make it look like a set up” fuck, this was crazy. Sure Rafe hated the pogues and wanted to get the gold…but he also loved you. But he loved his dad as well and he was just starting to be proud of him and accept him as his son, what was he supposed to do?

“Rafe!” Ward's voice pulled him out of his thoughts “Come on son, what are you doing?”

He watched Rafe pace back and forth, his hands pulling at his hair before roughly pressing onto his eyes. He was starting to get nervous at his son’s erratic behavior and knew he needed to help ground him before he lost total control and did something that would fuck them both.

“Dad, I'm not okay. This isn’t okay, oh my god you killed her. You killed her dad, why did you do that?” he repeated to Ward over and over again before he came over and placed his hands on both sides of Rafe’s face.

“It’s okay, you’re okay son. We’re going to get the gold and everything is going to be fine'' Rafe scoffed and rolled his eyes before pushing his dads hands off his face.

“None of this is okay dad, you fucking killed her!” slap.

“Watch your tone Rafe. All of this is your fucking fault, you fucked us all! Now either you help me with John B or you go down for it all” he watched Rafe swallow harshly as he touched his face, time was running out and he couldn’t wait for his son to gather his emotions.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry dad”

“There’s my boy, let’s end this. Now” Ward moved over to where John B remained unconscious and signaled Rafe to come over.

Rafe would do anything to make his dad proud and he hated it, especially when your bloody and lifeless corpse laid just inches away from him, serving as a reminder of his choices. All he could do was look at you while his father talked to him, your hands almost as if they were reaching for him even in death, and he fucking hated himself. He wished you would have just stayed away, that you would have told him to go fuck himself months ago and left to save yourself. But you always saw the good in him, and as he always reminded himself, you always were too kind for your own good, and your kindness got you killed along with his selfishness.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #obx imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks netflix #outer banks #obx angst #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x fem!reader #obx fic #rafe cameron fic

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sp1rit-realm · 1 year

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༻¨*:· 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ james falls out of love; you go on a vacation.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 angst 𖦹ANGST 𖦹 hurt/no comfort 𖦹 guys this is pretty sad 𖦹 read at your own caution 𖦹 ANGST 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊ0ˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 696

You sat on the balcony of a hotel room, looking across the vast ocean. You wished it would swallow you—then the animals that lurked there would have something to eat, and you would have a purpose. It was hard to feel like you had any purpose these days. You thought maybe going on vacation would clear your mind. That's what all the movies say. They tell you that a vacation will solve all your problems, you'll run into a handsome man and fall in love, and he will love you back. Now you weren't sure of any of that. You weren't sure love was guaranteed.

You had love once, and he left.

"James?" You asked. He hadn't answered your question—too busy staring at something else—someone else.

"Sorry," It took a second for his eyes to meet yours, "What was the question?"

You sighed.

"It's— never mind." You gave up as your eyes followed his. They landed on a beautiful girl with red hair and emerald eyes.

You closed your eyes, and a breeze swirled your hair around. You saw his eyes. Why is it you always saw his eyes? Wherever you looked, you saw his eyes.

"Who is that?" You asked, still following James's eye line.

"Her name is Lily," He said dreamily.

You could feel him falling, slipping through your fingers. You didn't want to believe it.

Gathering your jumbled thoughts and memories, you stood up—maybe the ocean would help clear your mind.

You slipped on your sandals; the black straps hugging your feet transported you to a happier time.

"It's almost sandal season, babe," James said as he sat in the pedicure chair, "Gotta keep the toes looking fresh and flamboyant."

All you could do was giggle. It was the first time he called you "babe."

"Sandal season," You murmured.

"Fucking sandal season," You said louder.

It was common for your sadness to turn into anger and vice-versa. How could James leave you?

You walked to the beach, and your sadness felt silly. It had been a year and a half, and you still hadn't moved on. You should've moved on by now, right? He moved on before he left, and here you were, standing on sand, shoulders hunched, with unshed tears in your eyes.

You walked towards the water, focused on a shell. As you went to pick it up, a child screamed. "That's my shell!" He yelled.

Then, you heard it. You heard him.

"Harry, I don't think that shell's yours."

You turned your neck so hard it hurt.

James was looking down at Harry, ruffling up his hair. "You'll have to excuse my son. He's very," Then he looked at you. His mouth went dry, "He really likes the shells."

"He can take this one," You mumbled, "It's not mine, either." You walked over and handed the small boy the shell. He smiled, and your heart ached. His smile was just like James's.

"What do we say, Harry?" James asked, looking back down at his son.

"Thank you!" Harry excitedly spoke, staring at the conch in awe.

James wouldn't stop staring at her. Everywhere you went, she seemed to be there. And every time, James would stare. His pupils would go wide, and your heart would stop beating at the sight of it.

Your boyfriend was in love with someone else.

"Thank you," James parroted his son.

"No problem. Again, it's not mine."

"Why?" You asked while tears spilled from your eyes.

"I just..." James paused, "I don't love you anymore. I'm so sorry."

"Why am I not good enough, James?"

"It's not that you're not good enough," He tried to console you; it didn't work.

"I'll be better, James. I'll do better. We can fix this, right?"

He shook his head.

"I can fix this. I'll be better," You repeated, "I'll love you better, James."

"I can't give you the love you're giving me, Y/n. I'm sorry." He stared at his shoes.

You stayed silent, and the atmosphere was damp with tears—heavy with the pieces of a broken heart.

"What did I do wrong?"

You had so many questions, and James didn't have any answers.

He was no longer yours.

mutuals ༄₊࿒*

@forourmoons @sw34terw34ther @masivechaos @innerloverpainter @nyxxxxxxxx @evergreenlover

#james potter angst #james potter x reader

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pradaxstyles · 1 year

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Alexa’s notes✨: this is a little self indulgent, but I hope you all enjoy some college! Ellie <3 let me know if you like this and I can always come up w some more for different scenarios 🌷

Thinking about college! Ellie and how she’d be hanging at your house for hours just sitting with you while you did homework/studied. Her classes finished early for the semester so she’s been nothing but supportive when it came to your studies.

❃ “Come on baby, one more problem and we’ll take a break.”

❃ Your laptop and notes would be laid out messily, colorful pens and highlighters with caps mismatched (this was all Ellie, you hated when she did it) while she’s helping you go through your notes.

❃ “Okay, do you think you could tell me how to solve Hardy Weinberg’s Equilibrium formula? Or do we need to do a few more practice problems? Here, hand me that flow chart and we’ll go over it again.”

Ellie would be really good at math, majoring in mechanical engineering so your bio homework is a breeze for her. She'd be all over you with the encouraging words, walking you through every step of an equation and explaining it.

❃ ”No, no I don’t wanna hear it, you can absolutely do it. Just gotta put that pretty mind to it, you got it.”

❃ She’d be sitting next to you on your bedroom floor, playing some soft music from your shared playlist through your laptop, her knees pressed into yours while she waved a pen around.

❃ “What the fuck even is this? Why is this in biology to begin with?”

She’d crack the stupidest jokes just to see your smile. She hated when you were stressed, and as final exams approached, it seemed as if you were always stressed, and she couldn't have that.

❃ “Baabbbeeeee I have snacks! We’re gonna hunker down and study for your history exam and we’ll watch an episode of the office! How does that sound, my pretty girl?”

❃ “Uhhh, why did henry viii have so many wives? What a whore.”

❃ She’d go on random tangents about people in history and how “I can’t believe they used to do that! Can you imagine if we did that nowadays?”

And when you were really down on yourself, feeling like there was no end in sight, Ellie was right there, reminding you that you were so close to the finish line.

❃ “I know, sweets. I know. You're almost there. You have no idea how smart and capable you are. You’re gonna crush these exams, and if you don’t, I'll crush your professors,” she’d say with a sly smirk on her face, resulting in you pushing her arm slightly.

❃ “No but I'm serious, babe. I know it seems like it’s all piling up and that it’s one thing after another, but you can do it. If anyone can, you’ll be the one to kick ass.”

❃ “My girl is graduating college in a few weeks. College. That’s fucking huge. I'm sososo proud of you, angel.”

On exam days, she’d make sure you had a good breakfast, insisting on sleeping over the night before so she could make sure you ate. She’d walk you to class and send an encouraging text as you took your seat.

❃ “You’re gonna crush it, babe!”

❃ “Remember to take a deep breath and think each problem through.”

❃ “No matter what the result is, I'm so fucking proud of you.”

At the end of finals week, she’d pamper you the way you deserved. Ellie would plan a date night where she absolutely spoiled you and showered you in kisses and cuddles. Every time she looked at you or even in your general direction, her gaze was so full of love and pride.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams #college!ellie williams #college!ellie #tlou2 #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #sigh I wish she was here to help me study #aae writes

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hey karina, in gonna ask a fairly odd question. as a writer myself, i personally try to make my y/n’s relatable, first and foremost for myself, and obviously for at least most people that will be reading my fics. so i assume every other writer does something similar as well.

so in your fics(which are super enjoyable and well written btw!) i noticed that you kind of praise y/n? through the characters eyes, but still. lots of authors do this, but this is my first time gathering the courage to ask, so please dont take it personally! and feel free to ignore my question! my issue is that i believe im unattractive and i hate making it seem otherwise, even in fiction. feels like im lying to myself. so are you girls actually that pretty, or do you just write like that hoping someone would think that of you someday?😭 im genuinely going insane over this im so sorry. im also 20(unless i read your age with my ass) and i have never been loved or found attractive my whole life am i the issue? plus if you girls are loved and have boyfriends why do you even need fanfiction?😪 idk sorry if this is weird

hi, gonna answer this under the cut, bcs its kinda interesting?

firstly, thank you for the compliment! you're actually right about the thing u said in the beginning; nearly every writer out there is (a bit) self-indulgent when writing fics — me included. ofc, i try to keep out any descriptions about the reader's appearance so more people can actually enjoy my works and insert themselves when imagining whatever happens in the fic.

now to answer this first question; ‘so are you girls actually that pretty, or do you just write like that hoping someone would think that of you someday?’

simple answer: it depends heavily on the writer. everyone has different intentions behind how and why they portray their reader in their fics like they do.

to answer it for me: it’s kind of both. i have worked on my self-confidence and i actually have learnt to appreciate and love how i look. so, naturally i think i am indeed pretty. but, of course, i still have some deeply rooted insecurities that ‘m still working on.

i partially wish to erase those by praising the reader in my fics. by having the characters complimenting the reader (me, because im super self indulgent when writing) it boosts my confidence & helps me feel better when i need it.

that’s why i also love to read other fics that have the same type of style; thus, where reader gets praised in any kinda way. whether it’s physical appearance or personality wise. sometimes i read fiction solely to avoid my irl problems / insecurities or kinda solve them in a way.

reading about a reader who constantly thinks shit about themselves, is just gonna multiply all those problems for me and make me miserable—so i don’t wanna write nor read that (though i sometimes do include or like to read stuff with, for example, a reader w trust issues. that’s when i need some comfort or when i am just in the mood for angst LOL)

second question: if you girls are loved and have boyfriends why do you even need fanfiction?

simple answer: there are many different reasons as to why someone could write or read fanfiction. not everyone who reads or writes it, do it to feel loved or because they’re missing out on affection irl. it can for example be for comfort or it can be just for fun because you simply like to read or love the characters! there’s no need for a deep reason behind everything. you don’t necessarily have to have a special reason to read fics.

for me: my reasons for writing and reading fiction are yes, partially because i wanna giggle and kick my feet reading about my fav characters as love interests, but also because it’s just fun! i mainly read when i’m bored tbh. sometimes when im in need of comfort, other times when i need to have a laugh. it heavily depends on my mood actually lolol

well, lastly, i hope you find someone who makes you feel loved irl. i’m sure there’s someone out there who you will meet and who will help you heal + gain self-confidence.

even if that person never comes; you have yourself. learning to love yourself may take a while, even a lifetime, but you will eventually get there. i hope that answers your questions <3 !!

#sttoru responds.

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saving-ray-23 · 5 months

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BATGIRL (THREE)

The visit to Wayne Manor had gone well. Surprisingly well. She had left right before dinner, dropped off by Alfred despite her insistence that the bus station wasn't even far. They had asked her to stay, but Babs didn't want to risk overstaying her welcome. Instead, for dinner she had microwavable ramen and some Japanese energy drink that tasted like kelp. It wasn't the worst meal she had, but the snacks at Wayne Manor had spoiled her slightly in the past few hours, creating a small pit of regret in her gut.

The rest of the weekend was rather uneventful compared to her Friday with Dick Grayson. She tried her best to forget about the whole experience, doing her best to move on. To stop hoping that it would happen again. Because Babs wasn't about to make that mistake. Not after what happened last time she called someone friend.

It was Tuesday night and practice had been canceled because of the storm thundering all school day. Barbara was home before four and only started working on her homework an hour later, annoyed with the mere thought of more math problems to solve. She was good at math, but damn it was boring. Babs phone rang loudly as she chewed on her pencil, distracting her from staring at her calc homework. Stumbling over a forgotten shoe, she grabbed her phone off her bed before the second ring.

"This better be good." She breathed sarcastically, expecting her cousin to respond.

Instead, Dick Grayson's muffled snort rang through the phone, making her trip and nearly tip over her desk. "Detective Gordon, thank God. I have to report a crime— known criminal Jason Todd has stolen my favorite shirt."

Swallowing, she let herself play along. "Shit. I'll post an APB— maybe an Amber Alert. Tell me, Mr. Grayson, would you like to press charges?"

"Punish him to the fullest extent of the law. He's a wild animal, I tell you."

Babs couldn't help but giggle. "I'll put my best detectives on the case."

"That simply won't do, Detective. I must insist you come to Wayne Manor post hence."

"I think it's posthaste."

"Really? I always— agh, Jason!"

A thud rang from the other end of the phone, followed by a loud shout and what sounded suspiciously like "B said you're only allowed to bite pedos!"

Barbara laughed loudly, returning to sit on her desk chair and spinning as she waited for the commotion to end.

"Detective Gordon, the situation is escalating— he's taken my backpack hostage. I can't do my homework now!"

"What an utter travesty." She deadpanned, glaring at her own homework taunting her from the desk.

"Detective, I beg of you— come save this damsel in distress!"

She huffed, wondering if he was still joking around. "For real?"

"The realest, Detective. I'm making a citizen's arrest!"

"I'm half an hour away, Dick." She reminded, shaking her head. "And I'm pretty sure neither of us has a license— "

"Look outside your window."

Choking on air, Barbara peered through the window, eyes going wide as she saw the black car parked outside her house. And through the driver's seat, Alfred Pennyworth himself waved.

"Uh . . . I guess I'm on my way?" She finally said, unsure of herself.

"Thank God! See you in thirty-five minutes, Detective Gordon!"

"You don't even like Wonder Woman!" Babs heard as she walked into the foyer closest to the front entrance.

The place was a mess. A lamp was knocked over, but thankfully not broken, while more furniture surrounded it upturned or pushed against the bookshelves. Dick squared off with what seemed to be a middle-school aged boy, the latter glaring harshly. Dick, on the other hand, looked like he was fighting back a grin.

Spotting her in the doorway, Dick flat-out grinned, grabbing the child in a loose chokehold. "Detective, thank God! There's been an assault on top of the theft!"

"You said you were calling Gordon!" The younger boy yelped, wriggling in the hold and pouting. "Not some girl."

"Barbara Gordon, at your service." She introduced, trying her best not to laugh. "Jason Todd, I presume?"

Moving, and therefore dragging Jason with him, Dick met her in the middle of the room, still smiling. "This is the little thief!"

Peering down at Dick's adoptive brother, Barbara let herself wink at Jason before imitating the serious expression the Commissioner always had on. "The only criminal I see is you, Richard Grayson."

"Huh?" Jason squinted up at her, while the smile dropped comically from Dick's face.

"I'm an angel!" Dick exclaimed, dropping his brother in the process.

"Richard Grayson, you're wanted in seventeen states." She joked, placing a hesitant hand on Jason's shoulder. "Parkour without a permit, badgering an officer of the law— "

"I've never so much as done a somersault— "

"Lying under oath— " She added, glancing at Dick's brother. "Anything to add, agent Todd?"

"Agent?" Dick dramatically shouted, faking a confused expression.

"That's right— Agent Jason Todd, bitch!" The kid shouted, jumping on one of the only upright pieces of furniture, a heavy-looking couch. The Wonder Woman shirt he wore nearly fell to his knees and red shorts peeked out from underneath, flapping with his other attire as he laughed.

"Swear jar!" Dick shouted, laughing. "I'm telling Bruce!"

"Then I'm telling him about what really happened to the roses!"

The two glared, before Dick sighed. Loudly.

"Truce?"

Instead, of answering, the younger ran from the room, his footsteps echoing through the Manor. Dick looked at Barbara sheepishly, hand running through his hair. "Care to give me an assist, Detective?"

"I don't typically work with criminals . . . " She fought the urge to smile. "However, in exchange for one of those sick Wonder Woman tees, I might be willing to cut a deal."

The two grinned at each other before moving towards the closest couch, setting it upright with an embarrassing struggle.

"So," She began, fixing the lamp. "That's your little brother, huh?"

"As of two months ago." He shrugged, avoiding her eyes. "He's a pain ninety-eight percent of the time."

"And the other two?"

"He's . . . alright. For an twelve-year-old, at least."

Babs suddenly felt very old, thinking of Jason Todd running through the halls in his brother's shirt, probably causing trouble. She remembered being twelve; back then, she still slept in her uncle's tee-shirts and kept at least two stuffed animals with her every night. And while she swore she still had some old toys stashed away in the attic, she had long ago bought her own pajamas to sleep in. Posters covered the bright purple walls she loved when she was nine and all the books the Commissioner would read to her before bed had been replaced by mystery novels and notebooks that were a step from falling apart.

"Earth to Barbara— "

Blinking, Barbara came back to reality. "Sorry, I was just . . . "

"Thinking about how awesome I am?" He joked, righting the last piece of wronged furniture.

"Wondering if I left the stove on."

"Did you?"

She shrugged, awkward. "Probably."

"Well," He boomed, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "I think we've earned a movie marathon, Detective."

"Disney or Pixar?" She asked as they walked.

He snorted, shaking his head. "Is that even a question?"

#batman #batgirl #barbara gordon #babs gordon #robin #dc #dcu #dc au #batfam

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pinkczennie · 2 years

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Good Girl | Jeno (m)

Pairing: jock!jeno x nerd!fem reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Genre: smut, 18+, fingering in the library, pwp

Author’s note: This is based off an nsfw asmr that got taken down but I still think about it to this day. Also, Jeno has been on my mind a lot lately and he just gives me very much jock vibes.

“Hey,” you turn your head towards the sound of the voice calling your name to see a male figure standing in front of you.

You recognize him: Lee Jeno, the university’s football captain. He was sporting his dark green varsity jacket and his duffle bag was slung behind his back.

It’s very understandable that you know Jeno due to his popularity around campus. He’s good-looking, body toned with defined muscles, part of a well known fraternity, and according to the rumors: sleeps around alot.

“You’re in my math class right?” He asks.

This is the first interaction you’ve had with him despite knowing him for a while now, which makes sense because you two wouldn’t really be seen in the same settings besides class. He would either be on the field or at a party while you were in the library or at your dorm.

You nod at his question.

“Great, I’m actually really struggling with this lesson and I could really use some help,” he sighs in frustration.

You look down at the paper in his hands to see the formula written down but none of the steps to solve it yet. This was the lesson from the last lecture you recognize.

Jeno came to the right person because math was actually your strongest subject. Well, you excel in almost all subjects but you particularly like math. He hands you his paper and you start to write down the formula needed for the problem. Then, you bring the paper over to Jeno to explain the steps and how to get the answer.

The professor is known for going through the lesson quickly which is understandable that Jeno is struggling. But that’s college for you.

“Wait, I actually get it,” he proudly states after you finish explaining how to solve the problem and pulls the chair beside you to take a seat to start scribbling down on his paper.

“Wow, you’re really smart,” he praises, staring at his paper in awe. “Hey, I know you don’t know me that well and this is really sudden but could you please tutor me?” Jeno asks with pleading eyes. “Coach says I have to maintain at least passing grades to be able to stay on the team and I’m really struggling in my courses, especially this math class.”

Your eyes widen at the question. Jeno is asking you to tutor him?

Jeno sees the hesitation in your face, which is understandable since he’s asking you for a big favor even though you two aren’t that well acquainted with each other.

Suddenly, his demeanor shifts from worry to devious as he comes up with an idea in his head.

“How about I offer a proposal?” Jeno suddenly suggests, a slight smirk on his lips.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “What kind of proposal?”

Jeno leans over and whispers close to you, lips ghosting over your ear, “You tutor me and I’ll let you come over to my place to have sex.”

Heat rushes to your face at his “proposal” and you jump back against your chair to see Jeno smirking at you, dark eyes staring directly at your wide eyes.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me by now. Not only my performance on the field, but also my performance in bed.”

It’s hard not to hear them considering the pretty girls on campus that coincidentally sit close by you before class starts would brag to their friends about how they got to have sex with the school’s athlete during a party the night before or he came over to their place to fuck. And they would even say Jeno’s name.

“I’ve seen the way you stare at me when you’re passing by, so I’m quite sure you’re somewhat interested in me.”

You gulp, you didn’t realize you were being obvious. Sure, you may have snuck a few peaks at the football field whenever Jeno was practicing. Sweat covering his skin and his face full of concentration. It’s unfair for a man to be that attractive.

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like to have sex with me?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the thought of seeing Jeno naked.

God, you were so tempted. If sin was a walking, breathing being, it would be Jeno in human form. The fact that the Lee Jeno is offering himself to you, your mind races with so many dirty thoughts.

“You know, whenever I noticed you in class, I always thought how cute it was seeing your nose buried in your textbook without a care about anything else and how adorable you look when you push up your falling glasses up the bridge of your nose. Sometimes I wondered what it would feel like to corrupt that innocent little nerd sitting in the front of the class.”

Jeno can see how red your face got and it’s quite cute how easily flustered you are. You practically radiate innocence with your round glasses and shy exterior.

In fact, Jeno wants to keep teasing you.

“Why don’t I give you a little taste of what to expect?” The strong male suddenly picks you up from your seat as if you weighed nothing and sets you on his firm lap. Your eyes widen at the sudden action, but also from the fact that you feel something slightly hard in his pants poking your clothed butt.

“J-jeno, we’re in the library,” you silently panic.

The man doesn’t let you go, but rather, holds you even tighter in his lap while you try to squirm away from his lap. “Relax, there’s practically nobody around us. We're sitting by the corner away from any prying eyes.”

Scanning around the vicinity, you see that Jeno was right. The location you sat in was almost empty considering it was well in the evening. It wasn’t midterm or finals season so most people were either at their dorms or with friends.

“All you have to do is be as quiet as possible and just enjoy, while I do all the work for you. Can you do that for me?” Jeno asks, his lips practically touching the back of your ear to whisper into.

A part of you knew a chance like this would not come again if you were to reject him, so with an audible gulp, you hesitantly nod your head.

“Good girl,” he grins and you shudder at the nickname.

Jeno begins by placing gentle pecks around your neck and shoulder blades. It felt nice and comforting against your skin.

A firm hand spreads one of your legs open and the other hand slides under your skirt and inside your panties. You’re not sure if you should be thankful that you wore a skirt today, but Jeno surely is thankful you did.

“You’ve never touched yourself before, have you?” Jeno asks, even though he’s probably well aware of the answer.

You shake your head at Jeno’s question. Of course you’ve always wondered what it was like to experience an orgasm, but you were too intimidated with the thought of touching yourself.

“Well, let me introduce you to your first orgasm.”

Your heart pounds rapidly and you grip the edge of the table tightly when his fingers graze against your core. A shudder runs down your spine when two thick fingers rub against your folds, feeling your arousal on his fingers.

“Oh wow, you’re so wet already. Did I do that to you?” Jeno chuckles darkly.

Never in your wildest imagination would you think that you’d be in the situation you are currently in right now: Jeno fingering you. You can’t even believe you’re letting Jeno play with your pussy in the library, of all places too, but your mind is so clouded with desire that you momentarily don’t care.

A gasp escapes your lips when his middle finger penetrates inside of you.

“Shhh, you have to stay quiet or else we're going to get caught,” Jeno shushes.

Your hand slaps against your mouth to block the noises escaping your mouth when Jeno enters a second finger.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” Jeno smirks and licks his lips, “How are you going to be able to handle my cock when you’re this small? I better make sure I stretch you properly.”

His fingers begin to rub against your inner walls, thrusting in and out of your cunt. There’s this unknown sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach that’s craving him to go deeper and faster.

You grab Jeno’s hand in an attempt to remove his hand from your pussy because you feel like you’re about to erupt if he continues his movements but your strength is no match for his. The other hand on your thigh is preventing you from closing your legs too.

It becomes harder and harder to hold back the noise threatening to escape your lips as Jeno’s pace quickens. Thankfully, the construction outside the building helps mask the sound of your squelches.

Based on the current position you were in, sitting directly on Jeno’s lap, and the sound coming in your direction, anyone passing by could tell you and Jeno were doing something inappropriate in public.

On the other hand, Jeno could care less. To be honest and to no one's surprise, he’s done worse before.

The male could feel your walls convulse against his fingers, signaling to Jeno that you were close.

“J-Jeno,” you quietly pant.

“It’s okay, go ahead, cum for me,” Jeno says.

And with that, you silently scream with a jolt as you release all over Jeno’s fingers. He helps you ride out your orgasm until you fall back against his body with your chest heaving frantically and your mind spinning.

Jeno removes his fingers from your pussy that was coated in your juices and brings them up to his lips to taste. He hums in delight as he licks up your arousal from his fingers before releasing them from his mouth with a pop.

“I knew you’d taste delicious,” he chuckles. “I assume this means you’ll be agreeing to our…little arrangement?”

After a couple more breaths, you nod. If this is what an orgasm feels like, you might become addicted, especially if it’s with Jeno.

“Perfect,” Jeno grins deviously.

#jeno smut #nct smut #jock jeno #jeno fanfic #jeno #jeno scenario

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ihavenocluedude · 2 years

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Major Conveniences ~ part 5

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) x fem!reader

Link to my main masterlist Link to reading this on Ao3

Masterlist for Major Conveniences

A/N - IT’S FINALLY FKN HERE! I’ve been sick TWICE since the last part and life’s been knocking me on my ass consistently lately. BUT! I’ve finally posted the fifth part! It is slightly shorter from how long I intended it to be at first but “the rest of it” so to speak is going to have to be the next part. Bc I’ve been working too long on thiiiiiis.

Not me searching up Yale’s libraries rules... And so much else about Yale and a little about Georgetown for this fic. I’m dedicated af. Even though I probably don’t need to be. I think I definitely could get by with only using my Gilmore Girls knowledge of Yale.

This text might be my most rewritten, and rewritten, and rewritten piece ever, I’m pretty sure my latest rewrite of this (that I just finished) was like at least my fifth or seventh look over it all. That might be because this is once again hella self indulgent... but uhm... yeah. idc.

Word Count - 5 401

Overthinking would hardly ever be a solution to anything. Unless the problem itself could be solved through analysis. Therefore, when it comes to a situation like this. Where you’re going to meet someone, obviously not knowing what they’re going to say or how it’s all going to go in general… it cannot be solved by overthinking.

Picturing every little possible situation is not even possible. Especially when you don’t know them and your mind is quite obviously fixed on the thought that you’re going to screw this up somehow.

It wasn’t the only thing on your mind. But it definitely took up a large chunk of your thoughts ever since the moment Klitz told you that they were going to visit.

Eli, Matt, and Danielle had booked a hotel just five minutes from campus.

It was going to take Matt and his girlfriend a couple of hours to drive up from DC. And it would take even longer for Eli to fly from Los Angeles. But then they’d just be here. Five minutes away. Which was more than a little nerve-racking. But the whole situation, in general, could be described as such.

But it wasn’t as if your nerves had been able to calm down at any point the last few days anyway. A lot of studying and additionally feeling as if there was nowhere on campus that you could feel comfortably alone. You’d rather be alone with Klitz. But at this point, you’d accept to be alone by yourself anywhere that wasn’t just one of the bathrooms.

Going to college is certainly a socializing experience and something that makes you get ’out there’ in the world or whatever one would say. But it also tears down any sort of resemblance of privacy.

So when feeling as if everything in the world is crashing down upon you, you crash onto your bed. You’d been lying face down in your bed for probably… way too long after getting back from your last lecture of the day.

Your roommate at her desk working on some assignment, her fingers annoyingly tapping against her desk as she reads through the pages of some course literature. Sometimes pausing her tapping to pick up her pen and scribble a few notes down.

And then there was a knock at the door.

”Come in!” Both of you shouted at the same time, the door creaked open, your head twisting to the side to see who it is. Klitz. ”Ah, the boyfriend. I’m not going to the library.” She quickly stated, returning to her actions of clicking her nails against the desk and turned her head back to the book.

”Hi baby.” You mumbled, not getting up from your position as Klitz climbs onto your bed beside you. Brushed his hand upwards on your back before settling softly at the end of your neck. A small hum rising out of you in the contentment of his touch. Which made him decide to continue stroking your back instead.

”Can I take you somewhere?”

”But I’m so comfortable.” Groaned with a small smile, ”Lay with me instead. -that sounds sort of wrong. I just meant for cuddles. For now…”

”I’ve got something planned for us.”

”Oh, yeah okay. Just a second Klitzy.” You grumbled as you slowly pushed yourself up, sat in your bed, and rubbed your eyes a little before looking at Klitz. His hair was sort of frizzy, wearing a sweatshirt and a jacket. Clearly just in from the cold weather outside by the way his cheeks were already lightly flushed. ”Cute.”

”You always call me cute, haven't got another word for me?”

”I call you other things too.” You remarked softly, leaning your head onto his shoulder and looking up at him. Slithering your arms around his body under the jacket.

”Could you guys please do this anywhere else?” Your roommate questioned, annoyance heard loudly within her tone. Klitz’s face instantly became a bit redder as his head turned towards her first and then back to you. Her comment made you feel forced to slip your head off of his shoulder and look over at her, her own eyes still focused on her desk.

”You’re just jealous, Ms. Single-lady.” A teasing tone in your voice and yet you decided to get moving. Hopped out of your bed and picked up Klitz’s hand, dragging him with you out of the bed. Only releasing his hand to put on your shoes at the door. ”But yes, we’re going. Klitz, show me the way!”

He grabbed the hoodie hanging on your door, that he knows is actually his, and leads the two of you out of the room. Stuffing you into the hoodie right before you head outside. The sky just slightly darkened the way the sky usually looks late afternoons in the winter.

”S’cold outside.” He mumbled softly, hooking the hood of the hoodie over your head. His hands readjusting your hair so it’s all inside the hoodie too. ”C’mon babe.”

”Why babe?”

”You call me baby, why not babe?”

”I guess that’s fair. But, baby is cuter.”

”Is it?”

”It is. It’s probably scientifically proven that it is cuter.” You argued with a chuckle before adding on another argument to your thesis, ”Baby, honey, sweetpea, babe.” saying the first few words in a sing-songy voice before you scoffed out the word babe. Took his hand in yours and opened the door as you headed out into the Connecticut December cold.

Both shaking and shivering once you got into the building Klitz led you to. One of the libraries. Your eyebrows instantly scrunched up in slight confusion. ”So what are we doing in the library without anything to study?”

”It’s a surprise.”

”They aren’t here already are they?” Matt, Danielle, and Eli couldn’t be here already, there were several days before they should be. Just the possibility of them being there made you shiver once again even after having warmed up.

”No.”

”Are we just going to sit and read something? I do have books in my dorm room y’know?” Klitz shook his head and started to lead you somewhere. ”Are we going to… find a corner to hide in together?” You asked with a more mischievous tone than before, Klitz’s eyes flitted to you quickly. His cheeks couldn’t get any redder by now but it felt like they did anyway. Then he shook his head again. ”So what are we doing?”

”Just wait a second.”

”Fine.” You relented with a chuckle at his slightly exasperated tone. His hand in yours, his hands still somehow warm even with the cold temperature you had walked through. He led you between the shelves, walking past students who were actually studying, and mumbled a quick embarrassed greeting to the librarian you bumped into. And yet, it felt like no time at all before you saw what he had led you to.

It was one of the study rooms one could reserve for a few hours. The ones students would hoard when it’s time for exams.

The study lamps so bright they’d give you a headache if you’re in there too long. The chairs so uncomfortable you’d have to stand up from time to time. The rooms usually crowded by the large table. But then Klitz opened the door.

And it wasn’t cramped at all. No big table taking up most of the room, no uncomfortable chairs, and although the usual study lamp was there it was covered by something to dim the light. The room was considerably darker than usual without being black-out dark. The covered study lamp in one corner and Klitz’s backpack in the other.

It looked cozy. It looked like a lot of work for a person who’d definitely be terrified of asking the librarians for permission for something like this. But… it was sweet. So infinitely, incredibly sweet.

And you’re for once, in weeks, not going to be surrounded by other people. A room where you’d be able to only feel the presence of Klitz. No roommate in the same room or anything.

”I… I set it up for us.” It sounded more like a question than a statement. He lightly dropped your hand and gestured to the room before running one of his hands through his hair as an excuse to duck his head a little. Trying to avoid your eyes as they flickered around the room, trying to take everything in. ”Please say something?”

Instead, you kissed him. Your hand reached up as you made him look at you. ”You’re-”

”Don’t say cute.”

”I wasn’t going to. You are. But… you’re just.. amazing.” You replied in awe to his slightly whiney retort as you rested your other hand on the side of his face, stroked his cheek once with your thumb before you put your hand under his chin instead and guided him back to you. Kissing him again.

Maybe it was all cliche… VERY cliche. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t also wonderful. Klitz had proven to be sort of kliche anyway. Giving you his hoodies, constantly trying to warm you up, and now some sort of grand gesture?

”So... what do you have planned?”

”Just us, here. I thought… y’know since you’ve been talking about the whole alone thing? Privacy and-” Klitz rambled before you cut his sentence off softly.

”Klitz, I get it, thank you.”

”Cool… So I have drinks and some snacks, though… I think we’re not allowed to eat them here?” Klitz explained after he’d released a sigh of relief. Sitting down and picking up his backpack and started to unload the items he’d brought with him.

~~~

It was so quiet, Klitz’s heartbeat could be heard clearly as you rested your head on his chest. One of your hands twiddling with one of his. His other hand carefully stroking the back of your neck, his movements just a slight difference away from tickling you.

You’d missed this. Being this close to him was one of the things you’d not gotten to do quite as much due to the whole privacy thing. PDA is an option, but even if you were to do public displays of affection it wouldn’t be like this.

It would get strained, cuddling in the presence of roommates. And yet you’d have to sort of adjust to it if you wanted to be near him the last couple of weeks. So this, this was perfection.

His hands almost always going around in an almost fidgeting pattern. Fidgeting in the way that he plays with your hair, or strokes your back, or traces his fingers on your waist. Meanwhilst you’re there, going along with his fidgeting. Linking your hands together one second before releasing them one second later, tracing your fingers against each others before maybe even settling somewhere else.

”Should I be anxious of the whole… meeting your best friends thing?” You had found yourself asking him once you felt calm enough to think about the anxiety inducing event.

”No. Not at all.” Klitz chuckled almost offhandedly as if it was ridiculous to even think that. ”Do you want me to call them and tell them to fuck off?” he then asked with a small smile. He knew that Eli would probably cause a fit. Well at least try to. Klitz hadn’t been there when Eli threw the tantrum at Matt about fucking Danielle ’for him’ but he could just imagine the scene he caused. And he could definitely imagine a similar ruckus about this.

But this situation would entail Eli probably ambushing them with a visit instead of coming invited.

”I couldn’t ask you to do that. Besides, I- I sort of want to meet them and you’ve already probably tried to tell them to fuck off.”

”When Eli first said he wanted to meet you I just sort of said no.” He hadn’t expected it to work, it obviously hadn’t, but it had been worth a try to at least.

But that sentence is definitely something that can be interpreted in several ways... Perfectly said for an overthinker to overthink about.

”Why?”

”I don’t… I don’t want you to have to meet them. Eli’s… a lot. And Matt is less but can sometimes also be more?” Klitz tried to explain before adding on ”And… you’re- you’re perfect.”

”You’re perfect too, Klitzy.” You mumbled back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ”But. As I said, I do sort of want to meet them too. I’m just- It’s sort of terrifying? I mean it feels like a big deal? What if they don’t like me? What if… What if we have nothing to talk about?”

”That’s not going to be a problem. Eli will probably try to tell you everything he knows about me. In vivid detail.”

”Yeah?”

”Absolutely.”

The urge to say ’I love you’ to Klitz is overwhelming at times.

Wanting to see his reaction. Wanting to see if he’d say it back. Knowing your heart would probably break if he didn’t. Hoping to see his eyes sort of sparkle like they did the first time you kissed him, the first time you actually made out, the first time he saw you wearing his hoodie and the big the first time.

But this moment wasn’t the moment to tell him.

~~~

You'd fallen asleep on top of him just a while later. The two of you still nuzzled together in the middle of the study room. A pillow under his head, yours still rested on his chest, his heartbeat having lulled you to sleep.

Although he knew that your day-to-day stess would come back. That the calm and the perfect feeling of this moment would not be able to last for forever. At least he could do this for you.

He was also pretty suddenly proud of the fact that he had chosen one of the libraries with the latest closing time. Plenty of hours left until he'd have to wake you up. Plenty of hours before he'd pack up the room set it back to normal and walk you back to your dorm room. Plenty of hours before he'd sadly have to walk back to his own dorm room.

He had thought about how Matt and Danielle live together. Thought about what that would be like with you. He knew that it'd be way too early for that at this point. But he still wanted it. But he could wait.

~ ~ ~

He was going to Connecticut. Matthew Kiddman was going to Connecticut. Just because Eli thought it'd be fun to meet Klitz's girlfriend. Or rather Eli had demanded that he would get to meet her and then somehow made Matt think that he should go too.

And now as he sat in his apartment he was mostly questioning how?

He didn't mind going, he thought it would be fun after all. See Klitz, see Eli, go on a road trip with Danielle up to Connecticut, and of course the main thing; meet Klitz's girlfriend. Although road trips in the winter seemed a bit risky when he truly thought about it. But it felt too late to change by the time they had packed their things into Danielle’s car and were just fixing the last-minute things.

”You ready?”

”Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” He questioned back as he sat down in the passenger seat of her car. A packed duffel for the both of them sitting in the backseat. The car was still in a freezing temperature as it hadn't warmed up fully yet.

”I didn't mean anything more than 'ready to go?'.” She smirked at him and breathed out a small chuckle. ”Are you nervous about this?”

”No.” He started but Danielle could see the usual 'Matt mulling it over' look on his face, ”I don't know. I just hope it goes well.”

”Perfectionist.”

”Am not.”

”You are. But it's sweet.”

~ ~ ~

Eli was sitting in his first-class plane seat bouncing his leg constantly. Thank fuck there was no one sitting next to him. He could just imagine the annoyed stares of disdain he'd get whilst sitting there bouncing his leg, chewing his gum, and reading through a magazine loudly flipping the pages.

Instead, the stare of disdain came from at least a row away.

The older lady looked back over her shoulder to stare at the young man she seemed convinced had cheated his way into first class. The whole situation just made him wish that he would've brought a naughtier magazine. One that wasn't all rumors, tips, and interviews with people who worked within showbiz but not his kind of showbiz. But he didn't really feel like joining the mile-high club on his own.

But he also didn't know what the hell to do for the rest of the total about seven-hour flight. He had at least three hours left and nothing to do. Except to maybe start talking to the lady. Nah.

Eli was happy with how life after high school looked for now. He'd gotten to skip college by climbing straight to success through the sex-ed video. His calling card. He'd moved to Los Angeles, done a lot of work, and felt like he'd proved himself.

Though his parents maybe weren't the happiest over how he got his success that only made him wonder if they had truly seen their son. Whilst he talked about film school and going into directing and so on the only movies he "studied" in his room for his future career were the kinds that were at least 80 percent filled with moans. Though they probably barely knew that, it felt obvious at the time for him.

He does like other movies too. But he has expertise within pornos. Now even more so.

~ ~ ~

They’d be here within hours. HERE within hours.

”Matt gets here first, with...”

”Danielle.”

”Right Danielle. And then Eli gets to the airport like a little later?”

”Yeah.”

”So we meet up with Matt and Danielle and then go pick up Eli?” You questioned softly although your actions were showing the anxiety rushing through you. Your feet quickly paced back and forth in front of Klitz as he sat by his desk. His roommate lying in bed taking a nap or something. Klitz's eyes were intently focused, or at least trying to focus, on your face. ”Klitz?” he nods.

”Yeah exactly.”

”Okay. What then?”

”They need to check-in at their hotel.”

”Right. Of course.”

”Then we see what they want to do.”

”Cool. Sounds good.”

”Can you calm down for a second?”

”I don't know.” Your feet continuously paced, probably just seconds from burning a hole in his floor. Klitz stands up, putting his hands on your shoulders before bringing you into a hug. One of his hands familiarly stroking your back whilst the other just rests on your head letting your head nuzzle into the crook of his neck. ”Thank you.”

With you finally not pacing and in his arms, he leads the two of you over to his bed. Making you lay down. ”It's all going to be fine.”

”Yeah.”

Now you just need to believe that.

~~~

You should be freezing your ass off. Klitz seemingly was.

The two of you standing there waiting around one of the campus parking lots. Keeping an eye open for any car at all that might be them, Danielle and Matt. Klitz had mentioned something about either a blue beetle car or a BMW. But for now, you were just there waiting and keeping your eyes open for anything at all.

The temperature absolutely freezing, at least it seemed to be by Klitz's reaction. You should be freezing your ass off but instead, you found that the adrenaline, nervousness, and the anxiety-bouncing of your limbs heated you right up.

Klitz wasn't as 'lucky', he wasn't nervous about meeting his friends. He was more nervous about the moment that would come later when they'd be settled in and start telling you all kinds of things. He was slightly stressed but that was mostly over the fact that Danielle and Matt needed to get here so that all of you could get to the airport.

Either way, he was freezing, even though you were quite clearly trying to warm him up the way he usually tried to warm you up whilst out in the cold weather. Your hands rubbing up and down his arms to try and warm him through friction or gathering his hands into yours and quickly for a second taking off his gloves and blow a hot breath or two on them.

”I'm sorry.”

”What for?"”

”We didn't have to be out in the parking lot that early. I was just stressing you because I'm stressed.” By now it had gone enough time that it actually was reasonable for you to be out there waiting. But you definitely didn't have to be out there as early as you had been. ”I feel guilty.”

”Don't. You're just nervous, it's fine. They'll be here soon anyway and then instead, we'll be sweating in a cramped car.” Klitz reasoned, somehow still calming you down even when it feels slightly impossible. ”They said they were going to be here soon anyway.”

”Wait, that's them right?” It was a light blue beetle car and it was also the first car that had come through this parking lot for at least half an hour.

”Yeah, that should be them.” Klitz stretched his arm up to wave at the car.

Klitz had no idea how he was going to greet his best friends.

He'd been thinking about it ever since they said they'd come to visit. He hadn't told them that. But this whole thing of not seeing each other for several months was completely new for the group, the tripod. They had maybe spent a month away from each other before. But now they had spent several months from each other. Though of course, they had still been in contact through phone calls that were at least once a week.

Thankfully Matt took care of the small problem before Klitz felt that he had to worry about it too much.

"Klitzy!" Matt called the nickname loudly as he sprung up out of Danielle's car and leaped over, clapping his hand on Klitz's shoulder. Danielle stepped out of the car in a slightly more suave way. The two of you met in eye contact and gave each other a nod before both curiously looking with a smile on your lips at the interaction between the best friends.

"Matt!"

Oh Geez

It felt quite clear that both of them had no clue how they were going to greet each other after both so long apart and having just spoken on the phone just minutes before.

"You can hug each other you know that right?" Danielle teased with a laugh, meeting your eyes again quickly before looking back over at the boys just as they shrugged and gathered in a tight but quick hug.

"Cute."

"Agreed," Danielle responded, the two of you walking towards each other. "Danielle," She smiled as she introduced herself, you returning the favor, giving her a smile and your name.

"So, this is the girlfriend?" Matt asked walking up to you and Danielle with his arm around Klitz. Klitz chucking out a 'yup' with a satisfied smile. "Nice to finally meet the girl I've been hearing about constantly since probably day one of Yale."

"What?" Came out in disbelief, a big smile on your lips but your eyes clearly searching for what he meant. You had met Klitz pretty early on and then decided to just cling onto him but you hadn't ever really thought about it all from his perspective. "Really?" You asked Klitz, a disbelieving but hopeful look on your face that you hoped didn't show how much you hoped it was true.

"I mean he's been talking our ears off." Matt started again before adding, "In a good way."

"Yeah." Klitz chuckled shyly in response to your question, ducking his head a little but risking a glance at your face. "Don't call me cute again."

"Why not?" Matt questioned with his eyebrows furrowed, looking up at Klitz in confusion.

"She always calls me cute."

"Good. She should. Why wouldn't she?" Danielle laughed, already admiring the way the two of you interact.

"Right? Thank you. He doesn't get it." You respond whilst shaking your head before walking over to him, placing both of your hands on either side of his face, "Like look at this face, cute!"

Looking back at Danielle for a second before looking back at Klitz, repeating a thought you've probably had run through your mind a thousand times by now 'flustered Klitz is the best kind of Klitz'. Placed a kiss on his cheek before removing your hands and instead just taking one of his hands in yours.

"We - we should probably get going to the airport." Is the sentence Klitz decided to use, stumbling over the words, to try and get the focus off of him.

"Sounds good, dude." Matt agrees with a smug smirk on his face like Klitz had seen so many times before. Matt moved the duffel bag in the backseat to the trunk and you and Klitz climbed into the backseat. The drive from campus over to the international airport was an hour-long. You had dreaded it in the days leading up to this moment but once inside the car, settled next to Klitz and easily finding a conversation with both Danielle and Matt?

It barely felt like 20 minutes. The music that Danielle was in control of almost made it feel more like a summer road trip. Feeling as if the four of you were on the way to something else than just the airport to pick Eli up.

But then there you were and the nervousness was coming back. Klitz had described Eli as 'a lot', which isn't really calming.

Sure you had met Matt, met Danielle, but Eli was on another level. More intense, perhaps more difficult to impress, definitely more dramatic. You had heard the dramatic screams that he usually shouted from time to time through the phone when speaking to Matt and Klitz.

You had heard about his eccentric behaviour in general and heard more about what happened when Eli found out about Danielle. Heard about the 'fuck her for me, Matt!' shouts shouted in public in front of people who didn't even know the context, shouted in front of strangers. It sounded... intense to be sure of.

And yet... you were sort of excited. Both to meet Eli but also to see the trio together. To see the group that they had apparently nicknamed 'the tripod'.

The nickname had slipped from Klitz's mouth one evening as he was just talking about them. Their little group. About how they'd grown up together. Eli was just as excentric when he was 10, Matt perhaps a little less careful than he'd grow to be in his teenage years. Klitz didn't really describe himself but it was clear by his storytelling that he had been less shy as a kid. The confident side of him was even more prominent in the ten-year-old version of him.

He hadn't even realized when he had used the nickname for the group, his eyes widening in response when you'd repeated the name. He didn't seem to use it often, had told you that the nickname itself was pretty new. In fact the nickname sort of formed as a part of trying to convince Klitz to help Matt and Eli do the sex-ed video.

Either way you were finally going to see the tripod in... action?

The quick back and forth of conversations between best friends that you'd heard from afar would now be right in front of you. Within just minutes. Danielle pulled into the parking lot closest to the arrivals entrance. All four of you getting out of the car, Klitz instantly checking his watch.

"We should hurry."

"Yeah?" Matt questioned, trying to check in on the situation that Klitz suddenly seemed very aware of.

"His plane was supposed to land like a few minutes ago. He might already be there, just waiting for us." Klitz shrugged although the shrug didn't seem all that careless.

You let Matt and Danielle lead the way, practically hiding behind Klitz with his hand in yours. Eli was easy to find. Mostly because the scream of "DUDE!" was heard along with a loud stomping sort of run heading right towards you. "Where is she?"

Suddenly Matt and Danielle stepped to the side. Klitz made a gesture towards you with his free hand whilst the other squeezed yours before letting go of it to instead rest his arm around your shoulder again. That was all quite to be expected, what wasn't expected was the hug that felt more like a tackle.

”Nice to meet you. We have a lot to talk about.” Eli’s voice sounded just as dramatic business-man like as you’d heard him through Klitz’s phone. And before you knew it, Eli had pushed Klitz’s arm off of you, linked your arms and started walking towards the exit with you. But added one last thing before he let you respond, ”Eli.”

"You're... exactly how I've pictured you." You responded, your nervousness apparently gone for the moment that that came out of your mouth.

"I love that. So, how has our little Timmy been treating you?"

"Timmy?"

"Klitz!" Eli suddenly shrieked, letting go of your arm and turning around.

If Eli ever had to be in theatre or play a part in anything you suddenly had a sneaking suspicion he'd play an overdramatic relative. Treating you with love, but so much flair and drama in so far everything you've heard him say.

Matt had gone and picked up Eli's bag where he'd left it before he'd ran over towards you all. Klitz had been following you and Eli closely behind enough to hear every word so far.

His hands in his pockets in an attempt of trying to not look like he'd been listening in on every word in your conversation. His previous walking behind you and Eli was another attempt at that, trying to look as if he didn't care that much about walking along with you guys but still keeping up the pace of the mad-man pace Eli had demonstrated seconds before.

"Hmm?" He hummed in a questioning tone as if he didn't know what Eli was going to 'scold' him about in his next sentence.

"You haven't told her?"

"What?"

"Timothy Klitz! How dare you?"

"Timothy Klitz?" You questioned in confusion, looking to Klitz, was his name really Timothy or was Eli just fucking with you? The question of whether he's just fucking with you or not would probably come up a lot more during this visit...

"My first name." He finally admitted with a sigh, one of his hands quickly coming up to the back of his neck to try and give himself an excuse to duck his head. But before you could respond-

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"I was going to! I probably should've before this weekend though. It's always just a matter of minutes with you, dude."

"It's a cute name." You noted with a small smile, Klitz's head instantly turning towards you. His previous frown aimed towards Eli then turned into a small responding smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But- you... you prefer Klitz?"

"I'm fine with either, but 'm almost more used to Klitz by now."

"Okay," You started before trying to put in a dramatic tone as you turned to face Eli, "so tell me all about our Timmy." linking your arms and starting to walk towards the exit again.

"I like you."

"Thank you."

"So, how has our little Timmy been treating you?"

"Very well, very well indeed."

"He isn't hurting you with his-" Knowing exactly what Eli was about to say and trying not to be stared at in public you interrupt him.

"No." Thankfully stepping out of the airport just seconds after.

"Good."

"Why did I know what you were going to ask?"

"You know me now. We've clicked." Eli said before looking over at Klitz who'd now started to walk beside you instead of behind the two of you. "Did you hear that Klitz? We've clicked!"

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