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Paper Rings

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend surprises you with tickets to a Taylor Swift show. And then some.

Word count: 6,6K

Warning(s): modern!Elvis, kindergarten teacher!Elvis (only mentioned briefly lol but i'm soft), no covid so therefor the Lover Fest tour exists, mentions/appearance of miss Swift herself obv, fluff, use of pet names, smut; oral (m. receiving), vaginal penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, getting caught (kinda??).

Author's note: i hate this now that i've proofread it but oh well :'). enjoy luvvies <3

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Elvis had been awake since dawn, trying not to have a mental breakdown at the sound of his alarm screeching through the bedroom at the ungodly hour he had set it at the night before. It was his day off from work seeing it was Saturday, but he had a job planned for today that was so much more hellish than having to deal with screaming children at 8 in the morning on a week day.

To the toddlers in his class he was a God, he could actually handle them and they’d hang on to his every word.

But he knew people on the internet were ruthless. Especially when it came down to scoring tickets for Taylor Swift’s newly announced tour. He would much rather be doing anything else, preferred to be covered in paint by dozens of tiny hands and run back and forth whenever the kids in his classroom would call his name every five seconds. Or you know… sleep a few more hours.

But he wasn’t doing this for himself – he was doing it for you, his girlfriend of two years. Your birthday was in three months and when you nearly screamed his ear off when your favorite singer announced her tour, he knew he just had to get these tickets for you. He didn’t tell you about his plans though and made up the excuse that Jerry was celebrating his birthday on the same day Taylor performed in Memphis. Seeing Jerry’s birthday was indeed somewhere in the same month, you didn't question it.

You were pouty about it, but accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to see the blonde singer in the flesh this tour. You didn’t have enough money to travel to another city just for a concert, so unfortunately there wasn’t much you could do. You tried to hide your disappointment as much as you could, but Elvis saw right through you, which only made him more determined to get these tickets. He hated seeing you sad, even when you’d try to hide it from him.

He did not have to get up as early as he did since the sale wouldn’t go online until 11, but he was scared that he wouldn’t wake up in time and would have to watch his surprise for you pour down the drain. You had been staying over at your friend’s house last night, so today truly was the perfect day to do this since he knew you probably wouldn’t get home until noon.

You liked sleeping in just as much as he did.

He took a long shower to wake himself up before he fixed himself a quick breakfast, turning on his laptop that was placed on the dining table. There was literally no use to take position for the cold war he was about to step into, but he was nervous. This was the perfect gift for you and he would be damned if he would fail.

How hard could it really be? He was confident enough to admit that he could handle a couple of excited teenagers and twenty somethings over the internet.

But boy, was he wrong.

As the clock creeped closer to 11, he had Ticketmaster open on both his laptop and phone. He made a second account on the website, in hopes that would give him an advantage of getting the tickets he needed.

“What? Are you kidding me?” he mumbled to himself as he got flung right into the waiting queue as the tickets went online, not even giving him a chance to pick the tickets that he wanted. No, that he needed.

He grasped his phone from the table, quickly refreshing the page on it before he clicked on a date that was a few days later than the Memphis show in a nearby city. Once more, he was placed in the queue.

“C’mon, c’mon, please...” he begged at his laptop as he saw how slow the waiting process was going. He was pretty sure a lot of people were in the exact same position he was in right now – he didn’t care, though.

They were only slowing his process down even more.

The urge to refresh the page was big, but he didn’t. He shouldn’t. It would throw him right back at the end of the line. He was growing more impatient and even a little frustrated. He didn’t even listen to Taylor Swift himself other than when you’d blast it through the house and sure, some of her songs were good, but was it really worth waiting in front of a damned computer for this long? He had been sitting here for 20 minutes already.

If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve clicked out long ago.

Hell, he would still be sleeping.

He got up from his seat and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the corner of the table, wanting to step out onto the balcony of your shared apartment for a smoke until he saw the page on his laptop loading and jumping to the next screen. He sat back down so fast he almost lost his balance, throwing the cigarettes back on the table as he looked at his screen.

“Fuck! No!” he exclaimed in frustration as the website let him know the Memphis show was completely sold out. He ran his hands through his hair as he groaned, flipping his screen off.

God, he looked like an idiot.

“Fuck you, Ticketmaster. Fuckin’ scammin’ assholes,”

He grabbed his phone again, letting out a laugh in disbelief as he saw the Nashville show was sold out as well. His hands were starting to get sweaty, his nerves never fading as he started looking at other dates of the tour. He didn’t care if they were far away, didn’t care about the fact that it would cost him a lot more if he’d buy tickets in a city that was across the country.

His eye landed on a few Los Angeles dates. He must’ve refreshed the page for thirty minutes, not caring that it kept telling him there weren’t any tickets available.

Sold out. Sold out. Sold out.

He still had hope, though. Still praying and wishing, begging to get some good karma back into his life.

He was a good son, a good boyfriend and a good neighbor.

He deserved these tickets.

You deserved these tickets.

He nearly screamed when he saw two tickets pop up for one of the LA shows after refreshing the page for about ten more times. He didn’t even care on what date the show was or that it was 1615 miles away from Memphis.

They were actually good seats, and expensive as hell, but he managed to get them. He figured someone must’ve waited too long before they checked out their purchase and he was glad that he waited.

One man's misery is another man's fortune.

 

Three months had passed and he actually managed to keep the concert a surprise for you. It worked out well, maybe even better, since the show he got tickets for was in the same month as your birthday. He planned to keep you in the dark about seeing Taylor until you’d get to the venue, but he did tell you where you two were going when he mentioned the trip he booked for a long weekend.

He told you it was for your birthday and you couldn’t be more excited. You barely left Memphis, only went to other cities in Tennessee to visit family every now and then, and you had always wanted to go to LA. You had no idea Elvis had more than one surprise up his sleeve.

 

“C’mon, El. We’re in Los Angeles, the city of angels,” you preached to your boyfriend as you stood by the end of the bed, which your boyfriend was currently hogging as he laid in the middle of it, in your hotel room.

“It’s only nine. We’re young, we should be out there and getting drunk!” you pointed at the window, to the bustling city below you, in hopes your point would come across better.

It was Friday night and you wanted to go out and explore the city more since the two of you arrived late last night. You had been out and about all day, but everyone knew big cities were more exciting at night. You had no idea why Elvis was refusing to go out tonight, because he had seemed just as excited about this weekend as you were.

“Baby, I’m tired. My feet are killin’ me,” he lied with a small pout, hoping you’d give in to his cuteness and crawl into bed with him. He opened his arms as he smiled sweetly at you, but you just sighed and crossed your arms as you walked over to the window to look out of it.

Such a drama queen, he thought.

“Tomorrow we’ll go out,” he told you as he kicked the blankets off of him, slipping his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, turning his head to kiss your jaw. “I already have a whole day planned for us, but you don’t want to waste sunlight because you have a hangover, do ya?”

You puff out a sigh again and leaned back in his embrace as you nodded. You knew he was right. You wouldn’t go home until Monday afternoon, so you still had enough time to go out and party like you usually barely did. Sundays were better for hangovers, anyways.

“Fine,” you grinned as you turned your head to look at him, stealing a kiss. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

“It’s a surprise, for your birthday. The only thing you need to worry your pretty little head about is what you’ll be wearing,”

“Casual? Formal? I need to knew these things,” you snapped your fingers at him playfully and he laughed as he grabbed your hands and brought them back down.

“Casual… chic?” he suggested with a chuckle, knowing you liked to dress up whenever you went out. “Fancy, but not too fancy. Oh, and don’t wear heels. You’ll be standing and dancing a lot,”

You raised your eyebrows at him, trying to think of what he had planned. Honestly, the only thing you could think of was a club or a bar, or something in that direction. Taylor’s show that was tomorrow never popped into your mind, because you knew it was sold out faster than you could blink.

“I like dancing so I’ll forgive you for tonight,” you joked, looking out of the window again. While you did want to go out and see more of the city right now, you weren’t actually mad at him.

As long as he was with you, you didn’t really care what the two of you were doing or where you were.

“I need a little more convincing. I think you’re still mad,” he grinned against your skin as he kissed his way down to your neck, his hands releasing yours to wander up your stomach and to your chest. You knew the words he spoke were a joke, but his actions were definitely not.

“I thought you were tired?”

He laughed softly as he walked backwards, tugging you along to the bed. He spun you around in his arms and grabbed your chin, grinning down at you.

“Never too tired for this, you know that,” he stole one more kiss before he had you on your back on the soft mattress, hovering above you before you had time to protest.

Not that you were planning to. You never told him ‘no’ and if you did, it was very rare. And getting lost in a sea of sheets with your boyfriend couldn’t compare to the nightlife Los Angeles had to offer.

 

You and Elvis slept until noon the next day, because after getting a noise complaint from the people in the next room, you two decided to raid the mini bar. No major hangovers slowing you down, thank God. You felt better after getting some food in you, not giving Elvis the chance to tell you ‘I told you so’.

“Why do I have to wear that? It’ll ruin my make-up,” you whined as you looked at the sleeping mask that was dangling from his fingertips. You just came out of the restaurant you had an early dinner at, because Elvis insisted you needed to eat enough for tonight’s activity, and you were starting to get nervous.

You could handle the elements of surprises but blindfolded?

Rather not.

“Babe, put ‘em on,” he told you as he took a step closer to you, placing the elastic of the mask over your head before you could protest. You gasped as you widened your eyes at him, trying to grab his hands when he pulled the mask over your eyes but he swatted them away every time. You were sure people were looking at you two as if you were complete idiots, but then again, this was LA. Nobody probably cared.

“Don’t be so stubborn and just follow me,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, taking your hand in his. “You trust me, don’t ya, little?”

You shivered at his warm breath tickling at the shell of your ear and sighed softly as he kissed it. You nodded your head, slowly walking forward with his guidance. You did trust him and you doubted this surprise would be anything bad or crazy, so you really had no other choice than to put your faith in his hands.

You were quite proud of yourself for not completely freaking out or losing your shit – after walking for what seemed like forever, you were placed in an Uber with your boyfriend next to you. He was too busy talking to the driver about God knows what and you kept trying to sneak your hand up to the mask to lift it and look out the window to see where you were. Elvis noticed every time though, lacing your fingers together with his, trapping you. You huffed in annoyance, pouting as you sat there in the backseat, feeling like you were being kidnapped.

Which you were, in a way. Only willingly and with lots of reassuring kisses from Elvis.

 

You heart skipped a beat as the car came to a stop, nerves intensifying tenfold when Elvis helped you get out of the car and said his goodbyes to the driver. You weren’t in the right mind to do the same, squeezing his hand which earned you a deep laugh from his side. You felt him move behind you and place his hands on your shoulders, his voice right next to your ear as he spoke.

“You can take ‘em off now, Lover,”

You frowned slightly underneath the mask, thinking the pet name was weird. Formal, almost. He had never in your relationship called you that.

You didn’t need to be told twice though – as you pulled off the mask and blinked a few times to let your eyes get used to the light again, you noticed the huge banner that was plastered on the SoFi Stadium.

Taylor Swift – Lover Fest Tour

You stood there. You stood there and stared without speaking a word.

Now Elvis was getting nervous, afraid that he made a mistake. Afraid that this isn’t what you wanted. He was even starting to doubt if this was your favorite artist at all, despite the amount of records you had at home or the fact that he knew the names of every single one of Taylor’s cats because you wouldn’t shut up about the celebrity.

He even listened to her music on his way to work for the past months so he could remember the lyrics and sing along with you, not wanting to seem like a fool in a sea full of die hard fans.

But when you turned around and he saw the tears in your eyes, his nerves faded away completely. A small huff escaped his mouth as you practically jumped in his arms, squeezing the air out of his lungs with your firm embrace.

“Oh my God, I love you,” you cried in excitement.

“Only because of this?” he grinned teasingly as he looked at you when you pulled back to look at him.

“What? No! I love you, always always always,” you giggled as you grabbed his face, kissing him all over. He grabbed your hands as he laughed, looking at you.

“I love you too, little. You deserve it,” he told you, pecking your lips as he slipped his hands in yours. “You’ve been so busy with work and everythin’, I couldn’t let you miss this,”

“Thank you so much, baby. You’re the best, you know that?” you sighed happily as you squeezed his hands, stealing another kiss. “How did you even manage to get tickets? It was sold out in minutes,”

He grinned as he let go of one of your hands, swinging his arm over your shoulder to take you to the back of the queue. He raised his chin, smug smirk sitting on his face.

“You know, I got my ways,” he looked at you as you laughed, slapping his chest softly before you wrapped your arm around his waist, hugging into his side. “And you just said it, didn’t ya? I’m the best,”

You rolled your eyes, but allowed him to bathe in the size of his ego. As long as it wouldn’t drown him, you thought it was rather attractive.

 

“Y/N, now you’re takin’ it too far,” Elvis told you as his shoulders slumped on purpose as you pointed at a t-shirt at the merch stand. You had just bought one for yourself and Elvis was about to drag you away from the goodies until you spotted the shirts for males. He had already seen them but hoped you wouldn’t.

“Why? You’ll only have to wear it tonight!” you laughed as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, pointing out the shirt to the employee.

“Exactly, a waste of money. Let’s get a drink and find our seats,” he told you but you stopped listening. You took the shirt the girl handed to you and held it in front of him, smiling brightly as it seemed it was the right size. You turned back to the girl as you took your wallet out of your purse and Elvis sighed, knowing that he couldn’t stop you.

As he looked around, his eyes met those of another guy who was obviously here with his girlfriend. The redhead next to him was all dressed up – cat ears and glitter on her face and the whole shebang. Just like him, his girl had him dressed in a tour shirt. A baby pink and blue one.

At least you gave him a white one and you weren’t dressed up like a cat. Could be hot, but not outside of the bedroom.

He gave the guy a sympathetic nod before he turned back to you, taking the shirt you handed to him to pull it over his head.

As long as you were happy, he was too. And right now, you were all smiles as excitement basically oozed out of you. He already forgot about the shirt and didn’t give a damn about what anyone would think, not even Jerry who you were definitely sending the picture that you just took to.

 

You were happy that Elvis told you not to wear heels, because as soon as Taylor appeared on the stage and the show started, you were up and out of your seat to move to the music. Elvis was standing as well, arm hung lazily around your waist as he sipped on his beer, ever the supportive boyfriend.

He didn’t recognize every song but the ones that he did know, he sang along to. It warmed your heart and he could see it made you happy, especially when he’d sing the lyrics of the sweet songs to you.

You were over the moon. There was not a single worry on your mind. No work stress weighed you down and despite this not being the music he listened to, Elvis felt the same. There was something magical about concerts, about an artist connecting with their fans through music. And although some girls were dressed up all silly and too much for his taste, the vibes in the venue were perfect.

He immediately recognized the song Paper Rings and he downed his beer, throwing the empty cup on his seat. You were too occupied with cheering and singing, not noticing he took a small box out of his pocket.

“I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want,”

You turned to him to sing the lyrics to him and that’s when you noticed he was down on one knee, the ring sparkling in the lights as he held it out to you in the box. You gasped as you widened your eyes, hiding your mouth behind your hands. His actions caught the eye of the people around you as well and they were all watching in both excitement and anticipation.

You two even caught the attention of Taylor herself, since you were on the second row. Not only did you have a perfect view of her, she had one of you and your boyfriend as well.

She laughed in excitement while she sang, pointing at you and Elvis so everyone would look at you two. You hadn’t noticed the camera that was pointing into your direction as well, or the fact that you were currently on the huge screen, showing your boyfriend’s proposal to the entire stadium.

Elvis wasn’t aware either, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t care if there were thousands of people around them, or just you and him. He loved you more than life itself and had been planning this before he even got the tickets – he knew this would garantuee him a definite yes, though.

He didn’t even have to stay the words, because you were already nodding and screaming your answer. As he slipped the ring around your finger and he stood up to kiss you, he did ask you again. Just because he wanted to hear you say it again.

“Will you marry me, little?”

You cried as you nodded, kissing his lips.

“Yes! Thousand times yes!” you yelled above the music, laughing as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him as tight as you possibly could.

“She said yes!” Taylor yelled excitedly into the mic as she looked at you two, clapping her hands. You nearly died as she blew you a kiss and Elvis laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, smiling at Taylor before he attacked your face with kisses.

The rest of the show you and Elvis danced and your heart skipped a beat every time he sang along, his head right next to yours as you were still in his arms. You loved and appreciated him so much and you already had a few ideas of how to properly thank him.

You were ready to leave as soon as the show was over, but before you and Elvis could leave your seats, a blonde middle aged woman approached you two.

You immediately recognized her as Taylor’s mom and almost had a heart attack on the spot, though you had enough self control not to scream in her face. When she asked you two to come backstage because her daughter wanted to meet you, Elvis had to do the talking because you were starstruck.

“We would love to, mrs. Swift,” he smiled politely at her as he held onto your hand, tugging you along to follow her to the backstage area. You could barely speak and Elvis couldn’t stop laughing at you, pulling you into his side to talk in your ear.

“Please don’t scream in her face, baby. Just hold my hand and you’ll be all right, hmm?” he whispered and all you could do was nod, inhaling a deep breath through your nose to blow it back out. It did nothing to calm you down.

The three of you stopped walking as you reached Taylor’s dressing room and once the door opened and the blonde that you had been admiring from the crowd came over to you with her arms wide open, you squeezed Elvis’ hand firmly before you quickly let go and wrapped your arms around Taylor.

The singer was absolutely wonderful to you and your boyfriend. She congratulated you on your engagement, which you were still trying to wrap your head around, and she signed anything you asked her to. She signed Elvis’ shirt as well, which you were definitely going to tease him with later because he seemed rather happy about it.

His music taste was on the complete different spectrum – mostly punk and rock bands that you forgot half of the names of.

The louder, the better, he always said.

But he always accepted your taste just as you did his. Neither of you would mock each other’s music and you freely let him play whatever he wanted through the house. Perhaps it was only something simple, something normal for a couple to not be assholes to each other, but to you and Elvis it was a sort of respect. Music meant a lot to the both of you and just because he didn’t know every Taylor Swift song by heart, didn’t mean he wasn’t secretly excited to meet her face to face.

After talking some more and taking pictures, you and Elvis left the dressing room and got escorted to the exit by Taylor’s mother again. The woman seemed to be trusting of you two, or just busy, because she said goodbye before you and your boyfriend actually left the building.

The backstage area was just as huge as the venue itself and it seemed like your boyfriend had other plans than leaving. He tugged you away from the exit door and laughed softly as he placed a finger against his lips, pulling you along through the long hall ways. You squealed softly as he dipped into a room, taking you right along with him.

It was an empty green room that hadn’t been used you came to realize as Elvis turned on the lights and locked the door from the inside. If anyone had a key, which you were sure everyone that worked here did, they could open the door from the outside. Elvis didn’t give you a chance to unlock the door and walk out, pulling you into his chest as he grabbed your hands.

“Elvis! We can’t do this!” you whispered with a giggle, trying to ignore his hands that were now snaking around your waist and slipping down to squeeze your ass.

“Why? Nobody is here,” he grinned mischievously as he leaned in to kiss your lips. His lips were so plumb and soft that you couldn’t resist him. You never could.

“We don’t live in this city, anyways. What’re they gonna do? Kick us out?”

You wanted to protest once more, tell him that you and him should move this to your hotel room, but the words died on your tongue as he kissed his way down to your neck, sucking on that little sensitive spot underneath your ear. That’s when you turned to putty in his hands and he damn well knew it.

“S-someone.. m-might hear..” you managed to whisper, your words coming out stuttered. His lips and tongue against your warm skin was distracting you too much, so even though you voiced out your worries, you couldn’t get yourself to really care if someone would hear or not.

You were aware that this green room was a risky place to have sex. Especially because the artist that just performed at the stadium was still freaking present somewhere down the hall, but as he lifted you up and put you down on the couch, you were already too far gone. It wasn’t the first time you two fooled around outside the comfort of your own home, but for some reason it felt even more exciting in a place like this.

You were sure the green room had been used for worse things.

Elvis didn’t stop you when you pushed him back and got on your knees in front of him, quick fingers working on his pants. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes though and you didn’t miss it.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you told him in hushed voice, your eyes meeting his as you gave him the sweetest smile you were capable of.

“Oh? And why’s that, huh?”

He already knew the answer, he just loved hearing it.

“I was proposed to and met Taylor fucking Swift in one night,” you grinned at him as you pulled his zipper down, fingertips hooking underneath the elastic of his boxershorts. “And I like the taste of your cock,”

He lifted his hips up a little, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs, groaning softly as you immediately wrapped your hand around him. “Good enough for me,”

You raised an eyebrow at the smirk he wore on his face – so confident and cocky.

Once you brought your hand up to caress your thumb over the head of his cock before you brought it back down again, the cockiness was smacked right off of his face as he parted his lips, a soft moan rolling off his tongue. He tangled his fingers in your hair to keep it out of your face as you took him in your mouth.

Usually, you’d take your time when giving him head but you were aware that you didn’t have all the time in the world and you weren’t leaving this room before he fucked you.

“Shit,” he groaned softly as you looked up at him when you brought your head back up, tongue tracing the most prominent vein on his cock before you lapped it around his sensitive tip. “Do that again,” he told you as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, half lidded eyes watching you as you repeated the action. When you grinned up at him, he let out a moan and threw his head back on the couch.

He tried to be quiet, he really did, but as you got sloppier and sucking him off like it was the last time you’d ever do so, he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. His hips were bucking up to try and follow your mouth every time you moved up and he threw his arm over his face, biting down on the short sleeve of his shirt.

“Fuckfuckfuck, s-stop,” he gasped as he felt his orgasm nearing, looking down at you as he caressed some hair out of your face when he took his fingers out of it. He was just as eager as you were and while you loved having him come undone in your mouth, you moved fast as you got up and pulled your denim skirt up, slipping your panties down.

“G-God… Hold s-still for a second,” he groaned as you sank down onto him, his hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place so he could get used to being inside of you.

He was sensitive and you were just so tight and warm.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him. He immediately slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, deepening the kiss and you didn’t move until you felt his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. You knew it was one of his signs that he was ready for it.

You moaned into his mouth as you moved onto him, immediately at a steady pace. You were sure your ass would have his hands imprinted on them with how hard he was squeezing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care – the slight sting mixed deliciously with your pleasure.

“F-faster baby,” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss, leaning back as his hands moved up to your clothed breasts, squeezing them softly through the fabric of your shirt. It didn’t do much for you since you still had another top on underneath the tour shirt you bought together, but you didn’t stop him. Instead you did as he told you and moved faster, moaning shamelessly as you chased your own high.

He moved one hand down in between your bodies, fingertips having no issues with finding your clit as he started rubbing it with skilled movements. He knew just what you liked and knew that this would get you where he wanted you faster – your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned a little louder, your eyes meeting his.

He gave you a small smile. It looked sweet and innocent, not matching the pace of his fingers and your thrusts at all.

You smiled back at him, moving your hands to his chest and right on top of Taylor’s face that was printed on his shirt.

You didn’t need an extra pair of eyes watching the small sin you were committing.

“I’m close, so close, baby,” you grunted as you clenched your fingers in his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Thighs shaking, walls convulsing erratically around his length.

A smark remark laid heavy on his tongue, something along the lines of you ruining his autographed shirt, but he swallowed the words as he came undone not long after you did. He removed his fingers from your clit and held onto your hips, holding you still as a deep moan escaped his throat, hips stuttering up into you a little.

You ran your fingers through his hair before you collapsed on top of him, both of you catching your breath as he was going soft inside of you.

“I love you, little,” he hummed in your ear as he kissed your cheek and you slowly lifted your head off his shoulder, smiling at him as you caressed the back of his neck with your nails. The way he shivered made you giggle. “I love you more, babe,”

He was only seconds away from protesting, telling you that simply was not possible, but he was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. You both widened your eyes at each other, panic settling in your stomach as you got up as quick as you could. You pulled some tissues out of the box that stood on the small coffee table in front of the couch and cleaned some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs, shoving the tissues to the bottom of the trash can by the door.

“Someone in here?” A deep male’s voice barked from the other side of the door and you and Elvis quickly got decent. Just as you pulled your skirt down and smoothed out your hair, a key was stuck in the keyhole of the door to turn the lock but Elvis swung the door open before the person on the other side could.

A broad shouldered security guy stood in front of you, looking angry as he stared you down. “Passes,” he simply said, holding his hand out.

You grabbed Elvis’ arm and Elvis scratched the back of his head, his other hand feeling his pockets as he gave the guy an awkward smile. He was looking for something neither of you were in possession of and while he had been so confident and careless at the start of this, he was starting to panic now too.

He was pretty sure you could get arrested for something like this. And that was not how he wanted this night to end – although it would make for a funny story to tell your future children and grandchildren.

He had absolutely no idea what to do or what excuse to use, but like an angel fluttering down from Heaven itself, Taylor and entourage walked down the hall way, on their way to leave the stadium. The security guard was currently having a go at you and your boyfriend and you were close to tears until Elvis nudged your arm and nodded his head in Taylor’s direction.

“Is there a problem here?” she asked as she appeared next to the man in front of you, her question aimed more at him than at you and Elvis.

You slipped your hand in Elvis’, sucking in a deep breath of air and keeping it in your lungs. The man didn’t waste time in explaining what happened and how he assumed that you and Elvis had done… something inside the room.

Taylor wasn’t an idiot – she saw the hickey in your neck and the flush on your cheeks. The both of you also completely forgot about the hint of red lipstick that was stained on Elvis’ lips.

“That’s a serious accusation to make, isn’t it? I know these two and I’m positive that the thing you’re accusing them of is simply not true,” the singer spoke confidently as she crossed her arms, smiling as she looked at you. “I’m sure they just lost their way back here,”

You and Elvis widened your eyes, nodding your heads.

“Y-yeah, that’s it. It’s so big back here, we got lost on our way to the exit,”

“Huge place. Very cool, though! You must love your job,” Elvis squeezed your hand firmly to get you to stop talking and you immediately did, pressing your lips into a thin line.

Taylor laughed softly, nodding as the security guard started apologizing, a shade of crimson creeping up his neck.

“It’s alright. Just try not to judge people so quick, hm?” she told him, patting his shoulder as she nodded her head while starting to walk away. You could see her mother laughing softly at the two of you and Elvis quickly pulled you along, following the others out of the venue.

You talked with Taylor for a little bit, apologizing for not leaving the building after you exchanged your first goodbyes but she could only laugh about it.

You probably wouldn’t have survived if she would’ve been angry with you. Elvis was thankful that she was as nice as you always told him – he really was not looking forward to going back to the hotel with his girlfriend being completely inconsolable.

 

“Did you have a good time, beautiful?” Elvis asked as you both sat in the back of an Uber after you both came down from the crazy events of the evening. You leaned into him and looked up, placing a kiss on his chin as you smiled.

“The best, because you were there,” you whispered, sprawling out your fingers that were in his lap. “Anywhere I go with my fiancé is fun,”

He laughed softly as he looked down at your hand, caressing his thumb over the ring he put on you tonight. He couldn’t stop smiling, kissing your temple. “You like the ring?”

“I love it,” you told him as you looked at it, lacing your fingers with his. “But you know I’d marry you with or without a diamond,”

“Even with paper rings?” he grinned and you looked back at him, laughing softly.

You leaned in, softly pressing your lips against his.

“Especially with paper rings,”

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Judd's childhood headcanons?

You betcha 🤭

Tags: idk like mentions of violence and such, Judd being a pyromaniac from a very young age, dead bugs?

Author's note: if we don’t get a baby judd episode in the new season I will riot (,:

Judd childhood hc's

Word count: 1,2K

Both of his parents were absolutely over the moon when he was born

Imagine being an only child in the Birch household, like ngl that sounds pretty sweet

He had their attention aaalll to himself, and he thoroughly enjoyed it 

He was quite an active child too, not like hyper but always doing something he was definitely not supposed to do, so he needed either one of his parents to watch him constantly anyways

I feel like he was a pretty “normal” child until Leah was born, sure he was a bit harder to watch than average 2-year-olds but it wasn’t to like a concerning degree or anything

That was until Leah was born

Suddenly having to deal with a new sister, unleashed little monster-gremlin Judd

Not even like five minutes after she was born, when he got to see her in the hospital, did he call her ugly and bald

He probably had an identity crisis when his dad told him he looked like that too

Anyways, Elliot was really empathic towards him, even though he was definitely becoming a bit of a spoiled brat

Like, he sat him down and was like “I know it’s hard for you to get a new sister, but think about how much she’s going to look up to you, blah blah..”

Judd did not listen

So for the next few years, his mission became causing as much trouble for everyone around him as possible and then finding a way to blame it on Leah

Obviously, no one believed that an infant thrashed the house and set fire to a bunch of ants in the backyard

(It was hard to believe toddler Judd even managed to do it lmfao)

That’s another thing, like he wouldn’t hurt big animals, like cats, dogs, raccoons, ect cause he likes those

But he’s definitely responsible for the bug population in town drastically decreasing lol

He would be that type of little kid who burns ants, crushes snails and squeezes bugs to death

I was reading IT right, and patrick apparently has a whole pencil case filled with dead flies AND WHY IS THAT SO JUDD

I could see him bringing that into kindergarten, and when it’s art time he pulls it out and shows the teacher’s kinda proudly and they’re all like 😧✋

This was how he ended in therapy, too

Diane getting a call like “Yeah, uh, your son has a pencil case full of dead bugs and he’s scaring everyone pls come pick him up”

She wasn’t even mad, bc if you’ve seen my other headcannons, yk it would just be even more confirmation that Judd definitely inherited a lot of things from her

He was definitely a very stab-happy kid too

I’m talking deliberately sharpening his pencils to a point and using them as weapons 

I can see him having a slingshot too, he would sit somewhere his dad couldn’t see and just shoot rocks at him

Poor Elliot, Judd’s abuse and gremlin behaviours definitely affected him the most

Diane could actually get angry so Judd didn’t dare mess too much with her, and Leah was just a baby so her reactions were usually pretty boring

She didn’t even care when Judd showed her the dead flies smh 🫤

So Elliot was the only good target 

Judd was very, very annoyed though, at how he never really got angry, like he’d always just praise Judd for his creativity 

If he’s too mean to his dad, Diane will also get mad at him lol

So it’s about finding a balance yk 

But back to the therapy thing

I don’t really think Judd got diagnosed with anything, besides being a creepy ass kid 

If being creepy is a mental illness, count me in too idc

But like, there’s nothing inherently wrong with him, he just really enjoys causing trouble

So the only thing the therapist recommended was stricter parenting

As both him and Leah got older, his plans of getting rid of her became more thought out as well

There’s that one scene where Nick is a newborn and Judd tries to set fire to Leah’s hair

That is definitely a recurring thing, like he realised if he truly wanted to get rid of Leah he’d have to try something,,, more effective than leaving her random places and trying to get his parents to hate her

So setting her hair on fire seemed like a good idea

I don’t think he grasped the idea that she could actually die, but like if her hair burned off she would be ugly and their parents wouldn’t like her anymore yk? Something like that

Where did a six year old get lighters?? I would like to fucking know 

This was also around the time he started to realise, that maybe murder and thrashing the house all the time was not a good idea

Diane probably had a talking to him, and was like “Now you’ve got a new brother, you can’t be trying to set his crib on fire or anything, you’re too old for that now”

That made him switch out his lighter for scissors and that was when is Chucky arc properly started

He cut a b i g chunk of Leah’s hair off while she slept, he cut up a lot of his dad’s clothes and tried to stab multiple of his teachers 

Like, one of his teachers would go on to have Leah and Nick later, and would always tell them the story of how much of a menace Judd was and show them their scissor scars

Judd was definitely very spoiled too, he used to act kinda like Nick when he was younger 

Little man’s thought he was king of the kindergarten fr 

Probably carried over into his first years at school too, like 1st to 5th grade Judd was not much different 

Omg,, he was a biter too

Like I can see Diane getting mad at him and hoisting him up by his shirt or something, to carry him to his room, but he would just try to bite her the whole time

The same with his teachers, you touch him, you get bitten

I can see him getting into a lot of fights with other boys at school too, either for making fun of him or his dad 

Elliot came to pick him up one day and was like singing a little goofy song or whatever, and the other kids wouldn’t stop making fun of him 

(Aw, that’s so cute, little Judd secretly defending his dad’s honour at school)

Bc he definitely wouldn’t tell his parents the real reason he got into a fight 

Also, if anyone was bullying Leah in the schoolyard, Judd would straight up just spawn

His spidey senses was tingling fr 

But he wouldn’t (And still won’t) hesitate to knock anyone who’s mean to his sister the fuck out 

I feel like he’d also secretly slip something delicious he got in his lunchbox into Leah’s

Like, if she had a bad day at school and Judd so happened to have a candy bar (probably stolen lets be honest) He would make it suddenly appear in Leah’s lunch box and act all oblivious about it

That’s another thing, Judd was straight up just born w/o a moral compass

Even as a kid, he didn’t really see stealing, violence, ect as wrong

Well it all depends who he’s stealing from or beating up or whatever 

But yk, Diane was (and is probably still) like that lol

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Popping Pearls and Purple Skies (Din Djarin x f!reader)

Summary: While in your home system, Din takes you to your home planet for your favorite treat.

W/C: 3.6k

Warnings: food mention, Star Wars cursing lol, mentions of physical fighting, mentions of trauma

A/N: okay. this was inspired by me thinking Grogu would love popping boba bc he loved the frog lady’s eggs so much!! I hope I did it okay :) Siruus, reader’s home planet, is supposed to be a mishmash of cultures, none specifically, I just picked cool elements from a variety of cultures!

One of the delights you missed most from your home planet was, you discovered, practically unattainable on any other planet. You’d scoured far and wide, hoping maybe you’d cross paths with another Siruusian or an admirer of the culture, but found nothing. It was only on Siruus that you could find your favorite drink: a milky tea with popping pearls.

Din knows you miss your home. Late at night, in the hull of the ship, he’d confide that he missed his home planet too. He told you tales of growing up in Aq Vetina, the feather-light and velvety robes that he wore every day, the spicy foods his mother would cook- which later made him a great Mandalorian.

Did you know that the Mandos love spicy food, cyare? We have a whole vocabulary to describe the heat of a dish. It’s traditional. I was raised on it, and the comfort of a burning mouth was a universal sensation: one that reminded me of my real parents and my adoptive clan.

Rarely did the Mandalorian man let his guard down, but never had he completely done so like he has with you. From the moment he hired you to care for his little green son, he’d been entranced by your laughter, the smooth sound of your voice in the language you’d been raised speaking. He caught you teaching the kid some vocabulary, and he’d quiz him on it when you weren’t around. The kid couldn’t speak yet, but he could point and match words to images or objects, which he attributed entirely to you. You were the child’s primary caretaker and kindergarten teacher in one, and Din admired your care and commitment.

Something about you spoke to him, and over time he thinks he came to realize it was the fact that, though you’d never heard of The Way before meeting Din, you were the holistic ideal of a Mandalorian. You valued knowledge and valor, and though you didn’t work in the traditional Mando fields of bounty hunting or working as a warrior, you embodied another aspect: that care for children.

Watching you with the kid was what made him realize he was in love with you. He’d told you everything. When you looked over your shoulder and laughed, the baby watching you too, the gaze was a love Din has never felt but immediately recognized. It hit him and his whole body shuddered, harder than it had when the Maldo Kreis cold had seeped into his bones, even through the beskar. At the same time, he felt too warm in his own skin, like the fever he’d had as a toddler that threatened his life- he’d told you that story too.  Dank Farrik. This was not in the plan.

You had told Din all about your home planet too. You told him of the bright flowers that bloomed in the cold of winter, that released a pollen that made the birds in the area start laying their eggs. He listened intently every time, clinging to every word he told you like he’d never hear that beautiful voice again. He’d hear you singing Siruusian lullabies to the baby, and on nights you missed home.

He’d offered to take you back many times. Any time you were near, there was a standing offer to pop in for a visit. But you’ve always declined; the child and Mando would bring too much attention to your quiet little planet, you explained. That was only partially true, so you didn’t feel as bad lying by omission to Din. You’d neglected to mention, every time, that this was your life now, and more specifically that you never want to leave his side again.

Din really is something. You’d never even heard of Mandalorians before he swept you off your planet, never understood the intricate Creed and their strong beliefs. It didn’t matter to you, that you couldn’t see his face; at least at first. Of course you’d respect the slightly terrifying man’s customs.

But over time you’ve fallen for him, and that’s made everything just a little harder. The man seemingly made of steel was warm and gentle beneath it, with you and the child. He’d wrangle a bounty into the carbonite freezer then tenderly tuck a flower he found behind your ear, calling you sweet names in Mando’a that you didn’t understand. The juxtaposition of the man’s very being- covered in impenetrable, freezing metal to hide an ooey-gooey center like that of a warm pastry- was exciting and beautiful to you.

How could you not fall in love? The three of you became a little family, even as you joined Din on the quest of returning your little green son to his people. You’d treated the baby as your own son, the way Din did too. You’d tried to shepherd him away from the Frog woman’s eggs, only to find him munching on them moments later, scolded him with love and promptly hidden the container.

That day made you miss home even more. The eggs reminded you of the popping pearls you loved so much- no wonder the kid loved them. You’d never eat the Frog’s eggs, of course, but you’d sung the baby to sleep that night in the hull of the ship, another lullaby from your youth. Maybe next time you’d take Din’s offer to visit home seriously. Maybe. There was still another reason you didn’t want to return: if you came home, you weren’t sure you could leave again.

Now you’re in hyperspace, nestled into the small bunk, your child snoozing softly above you with gentle grunts and snorts of sleep. Din is up in the cockpit and you can’t sleep. You wonder if he’s awake too. Maybe you’ll go check.

Sliding on warm slippers to pad your bare feet from the cold metal of the floor, you climb the ladder to the cockpit and see Din sitting in the captain’s chair. You’re unsure if he’s awake or not; it’s hard to tell through the beskar. His shoulders shift a little as he hears you moving and you can tell he’s awake. “Hi. Couldn’t sleep,” you admit as you assume your regular position. The chairs move with the pull of a lever, and you scoot yours closer to Din and prop your feet on his arm rest.

Din nods, resting against the chair. “Me neither. The kid?”

“Asleep,” you confirm and nod, slumping down in your seat.

It’s nice and quiet between the two of you, a relaxed silence as the stars fly past and the Crest hums its low rumble of engines and filters. Just being in his presence soothes you more than being alone in that coffin of a bunk. If you think this is calming, you ponder, just his presence, imagine his arms around you while you sleep. Imagine his warm skin beneath the beskar surrounding you and radiating heat.

He’s thinking the same thing. You look impossibly soft and warm. Your plush skin prickles with the cold of the cockpit and Din wants to put an ungloved hand over it and let the heat of his flushed body sink into yours. He doesn’t. He just stares off at the stars. “We’re approaching your home system,” he murmurs softly. “Would you like to visit?”

Well damn. You hadn’t expected to be confronted with the question so soon, and you’re not quite sure how to answer. “I don’t know.”

It’s quiet again. Din’s silence invites you to speak your inner monologue, to throw your tangled thoughts into the open so he can help unknot them with his nimble mind. In response to his lack of words, which say as much as any sentence, you respond. “I haven’t been there in so long. I don’t know if I want to go back. I like my life now, and I’m scared I’ll want to stay if we visit.”

Din nods as you speak, processing the meanings of your words. “Well,” he begins, “what if I rephrase it like this: would you like us to visit?”

Us. What the kriff does that entail? The three of you, your little family, perhaps? You and Din as friends, as coworkers? Or as something more… your mind spins and you can’t make sense of it, so you give it up. “What does that mean?”

Din turns his chair to face you, moving your legs to drape across his lap. Even through the gloves, he holds back a shiver as he rests his hands atop your shins. “We’ll go, all three of us. If you like your life now, we’ll be your reminders of it.”

Your mouth curves into a warm smile, your body feeling soft and fuzzy all over. “How kind.”

“I’ll even buy you that tea you ramble about,” he offers.

Gasping in excitement, you clap your hands together. “Will you try it? Oh, Din, you’ll love it, it’s the most delicious thing in the galaxy.”

“We’ll see about that,” he chuckles through the modulator, a sound you wish you could hear without the mechanical suppressor.

Popping up, you kiss the top of his beskar-clad head in excitement before you can stop yourself. “Thank you, Din.”

“Anything for you, cyare,” he says with a certain warmth to his voice, a large hand finding your waist. “Go get some rest, lie down. We’ll be there in about half a day.”

“Only if you rest too,” you tell him and your hand rests over his. It’s the most he’s ever touched you purposefully, and now all you want is for him to slide that hand back until he’s wrapping you in his muscular arms. Din nods and you pat his forearm. “Sweet dreams.”

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The ramp comes down and your mouth forms a soft ring in excitement. It’s a beautiful day, the nearest sun making the atmosphere the beautiful purple you grew up under. The oranges and yellows of the architecture surround you, and you instinctively clutch the Mandalorian’s hand. “Welcome to my home,” you tell him with a grin and lead him down.

Your little green child is strapped to your chest in a baby carrier, a birikad in Mando’a, and he looks around in wonder, squealing excitedly. As you walk through the streets of the small city, vendors call in Siruusian, a language Din is slowly learning from you. He thinks he recognizes a few words here or there.

Venturing to the side, a stall sells small animals made of a gorgeously embroidered fabric. You had many of these as a child; your favorite was a blue and silver bantha, an exotic animal you’d never seen before your adventures with Din. The child coos at the menagerie in front of him and you squat so he can look at them.

“Toata,” you coo in Siruusian, a word to mean little one, “can you pick the frog?”

That’s one of the words you worked on with him. A tiny, green, three-fingered hand grabs a gorgeous yellowy-brown frog and holds it up in triumph. “Good job, cutie! Aren’t you a smart little thing?” you grin and kiss his forehead. “Is that the one you want?”

Din watches from a few meters back, grinning beneath the helmet. When the child nods excitedly and squeals, he almost laughs softly at the beautiful sight. You pay for the frog and Din meanders over, the baby already chewing on a long leg of the plush.

He wants to see you like that for the rest of his life: glowing with excitement, the little kid strapped to your chest, absolutely at ease and relaxed in the place you used to call home. “You want one too?” you ask.

He shakes his head at first, but after a little haggling, Din purchases himself a copper and yellow blurrg and a mudhorn made of silver for you. The symbolism of the mudhorn, of Clan Djarin, is not lost on you. It makes your heart flit nervously around your ribcage as you wander through the market, making your little mudhorn and the baby’s frog pretend to fight. As always, the littlest member of Clan Djarin triumphs over the mighty mudhorn.

An aromatic smell wafts through the air and your face lights up to see a stand selling your favorite beverage. Din spots it too and makes his way over, getting in the line, his hand holding yours once again. This time, he initiated it. You like that. It makes you giggle and squeeze his fingers softly.

“What do you usually order?” he asks you.

You frown and scan the menu. You explain your drink to him, an orange-colored, sweet and herbal milk tea with your favorite citrusy popping pearls in the bottom. He asks what you think he’d like and you pick a drink for him: a blue, warmly-spiced milk tea with the same pearls. “It’s not the proper drink without it,” you explain.

Picking the baby from his carrier to face you, you ask him questions by the process of elimination. “Okay, toata, do you like… mushfruit?” He makes a noise of disproval. You knew he hated that one; you wanted to ensure he was listening. “No? How about…” you pretend to ponder it. “How about panga?”

The baby squeals in excitement. The green fruit has always been his favorite when you and Din require him to eat his fruit. “Wonderful, and a panga milk tea with you. Do you remember froggie’s eggs?” You ask him, pointing to the frog toy he holds. He tilts his head in confusion.

“The snackies I said no?” That clue does it. He nods, cooing and giggling. “These taste like those! You’ll love it.”

The rest of the time in the line is quiet, shuffling forward slowly to reach the stand. “Is it what you’d hoped?” Din asks after a while.

You nod and smile. “As soon as I get my tea, it will be.”

“And you… you don’t want to stay?”

“Nope,” you agree, popping the p with your lips.

He doesn’t know quite what to say. He’s not the wordsmith you are. “Well. I’m glad. I, uh. I’d miss you if you left.”

The words are simple but they warm your heart. “I’d miss the two of you far too much to leave,” you assure him. “For different reasons, respectively.”

Your flirtation is more than mild, but it hangs in Din’s mouth like a spicy Mandalorian food. He knows what you imply, and the thought that you could feel the same practically sends him into orbit, above Siruus’s atmosphere and next to one of its 4 moons. He can’t respond. He just tightens his grip on your hand.

Once you’ve acquired the drinks, Din holding his and the child’s, the three of you make your way back to the Razor Crest so Din can enjoy the drink too. Walking up the ramp, you sigh as the air-controlled atmosphere warms your slightly-chilled skin from being outside for so long in the Siruusian spring.

You unpack the kid from his carrier, and grin as he toddles to his father, making grabby hands for his green drink. “Oh my, toata,” you tease. “Your drink is the same color as you!”

Din laughs softly, and sets the drink on the floor for him. The baby tries to hold it and walk but the cup is too tall to move with his tiny body. You lift it for him and move it so he can sit in a circle with you and Din, cross-legged on the floor.

The baby plops down in front of his drink then realizes it’s too tall for him to sip from the thick straw while seated. The baby makes a little whine of frustration and you scoop up the kid, putting him in your lap. You hold the cup for him, and his two tiny hands grab the straw to drink from. The baby squeaks as he pops a pearl in his mouth. It’s just like the froggy eggs, and he couldn’t be more excited.

Your free hand holds your drink, and you close your eyes in happiness when the first sip of your tea reaches your tongue. You make a content little moan at the flavor, then open your eyes to see the child vigorously slurping up the drink. “Woah, little man. Slow down.”

Din just watches the two of you, smiling to himself. When your eyes return to him, he lifts his drink. “I’m not really supposed to do this,” he admits as he grabs the edge of his helmet. Both you and the child watch in bewilderment as he lifts his helmet just enough to expose the bottom of his nose, his lips and chin.

You’d never really processed that Din would be… well, so human. The strip of his face, exposed, reveals warm skin, dark stubble, and lips that look ridiculously soft. It’s a sight to see, a Mandalorian cross-legged on the floor and sipping tea with popping pearls. It makes you grin, and both you and the baby lean in closer to try and look under the helmet further.

“That’s as much as you get,” Din teases as he lowers the helmet, once more covering his entire face.

You frown, but the excitement of Din trying your favorite treat overwhelms it for now. “What do you think?” You ask.

Din tilts his head and does exactly that: thinks. “It’s very good,” he nods as he looks at the child, nearly halfway done with his green milk-tea. “I really like it. That’s delicious.”

“Yay,” you smile and sip your own drink again, sighing. The three of you continue like that for a while, sitting together and drinking your tea. Every time he lifts his helmet, you consider those plush lips, the scruff coating his defined jaw and chin. When his tea is gone, you frown to realize the moment of intimacy, of seeing just a little of his face, is over.

The kid is tuckered out from his day. You put the baby to bed in his hammock over the bunk, kissing him goodnight and singing him a lullaby as you rock the knit cradle. He falls asleep quickly,  tummy full of a delicious treat very similar to his favorite snack. While you put the child to bed, Din pilots you safely out of the sky harbor and away from Siruus, out of the purple-tinted sky and back into the darkness of space followed by hyperdrive.

You climb up to the cockpit, entering and standing behind Din’s captain chair. “I had a wonderful time today. Thank you.” You put your hands on his pauldron-covered shoulders.

“Thank you,” he insists. “I’d never go there for any other reason. The drink was wonderful and the kid absolutely loved everything about it.” “Maybe we’ll have to vacation there sometime,” you chuckle, spotting Din’s little toy blurrg peeking out from a pocket on his utility belt.

Din turns and stands from his chair, looking at you through that black t-visor. You’re not sure why he does it; in all honesty, he isn’t either. You stare into the helmet, where you suspect and hope his eyes are. “You’re very handsome under there,” you tell him, putting a hand on the divot of his helmet, where the beskar caves inward over his cheeks.

“I’m nothing special,” he shakes his head, a hand covering yours. “Nowhere as special or as beautiful as you.”

Heat rises in your skin, blood flowing closer to the surface. “That’s not true, Din.”

“It is. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve seen in the galaxy,” he murmurs, his other hand cupping your cheek through leather gloves.

“Well, thank you,” you laugh softly, almost nervously, “but I meant you’re very special. I haven’t even seen all of your face and I know you’re absolutely gorgeous beneath that helmet.” You pause, tracing the curves of the beskar. “What color eyes do you have? I want to finish the mental picture.”

“Brown,” Din breathes out, barely able to control himself with you this close.

“Din?”

“Mesh’la.”

“Can… can you do what you did with your helmet to drink the tea?”

He lifts it just enough, just exposing those goddamn taunting lips and the scruffy jaw. “Like this?”

“Exactly,” you exhale before cupping his soft jaw, feeling the stubble beneath your palms as you press your lips to his. Those lips are a little dry but warm and strong, just like you’d assume the rest of him is. He puts a hand on your waist and pulls you in close, kissing you back deeply.

The beskar right above his lips makes it more difficult but not impossible. He lifts the helmet a little higher so he can tilt his head to the side, can kiss you with the energy and passion you’re putting into it. Mentally, he adds this to his lists of favorite tastes: spicy Mandalorian cuisine, your favorite tea with popping pearls, and you.

It lasts a while before you break away and Din lowers his helmet all the way once more. You breathe heavily from the fervor of the kiss, lips swollen and damp. Maker, he wishes this visor had a photo capability to take a picture of the way you look. “Come rest with me. Please, Din.”

Din can’t say no to that. He retreats downstairs with you, strips himself of the beskar save for the helmet, and snuggles into your side. Your wish comes true then and there, when you learn that he’s as good of a cuddler as you’d hoped. “Goodnight, Din. Thank you,” you murmur.

“Goodnight, mesh’la. Thank you more.”

The baby above you gives a little snort in his sleep. That’s the last thing you remember before falling asleep in his arms.

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The longer version of why I stand by my “marry an orphaned only child” advice lol.

A little background/foreshadowing: Last night was Niece 1′s nursing school graduation/pinning ceremony. It was via Zoom and SIL had a group chat going with me, E, and Grifter. She seemed kind of hyper and also a little emotional, which I chalked up to her child achieving this big milestone. Sunrise, sunset. We FaceTimed later and she seemed kind of overwhelmed and tense (she had a house full of unvaccinated people BARF) and kept saying she wished we were there with her. She’s a little more sentimental and we’re attending Niece’s party and assured her we’d have family time then. Oh! and FIL acknowledged me and called me “sweetie” so that should have been a sign to look out for the other horsemen. MIL doesn’t join the call which is weird because she constantly has to be up everyone’s asses at all times. I chalk it up to her visiting with the guests.

FIL’s birthday is July 1 and he agreed to come down to SIL’s house for a party if someone picked him up and drove him home. E and I were fine with this since SIL’s place is closer and we could get a hotel room nearby (which would upset MIL but that’s just a bonus). He was literally about to book our room when...

This morning around 8 E gets a call from SIL. I can hear her across the room and her voice sounds hysterical, so I’m braced for the worst. Unbeknownst to us (and I’m unclear on some of the details of the financials so bear with me), MIL and FIL are in a huge fight. FIL loaned MIL money to help with buying the house she and SIL bought (SIL put in significantly more money) and MIL recently received part of a settlement through her divorce. FIL came back asking to be paid back, which is generally how loans work. MIL is mad. They’re fighting and because they are toddlers they have somehow put SIL in the middle, although to be fair, SIL doesn’t tell her parents to STFU.

So SIL is freaking out about what to do for Dad’s birthday (E: nothing, he’s being a pill), how to manage her parents (E: they are adults who make bad decisions, let them sort it out), and just like...reaching the end of her rope with MIL and not having any real coping skills to deal with these idiots so it’s all a mess of worries and cries of “I don’t know what to do!” E was incredibly calm and kind and reassured her we know she’s doing her best with their mom and we don’t hold her accountable. And it’s not SIL’s job to manage her parents’ individual emotions or their fucked up relationship with each other. E keeps repeating that their unhappiness is the result of their own behaviors and there’s really nothing she can do to fix this. It’s decades of dysfunction! Also, welcome to “Fuck It World” E! We’re glad to have you!

E spent a long time on the phone with her and we’re talking about getting together just the three of us to hang out. SIL calmed down and apologized for calling and he told her she needs to clue us in because every time we ask how things are going she says it’s all great! in her kindergarten teacher voice and then we get a surprise breakdown. We can’t fix shit that happened four months ago but if we know what’s going on we can be involved and a united front so SIL isn’t bearing the brunt of all this.

Anyway, I cannot believe I’m supposed to know all of this and look at E’s family like they aren’t insane. Am I supposed to think MIL is great when I know she has zero regard for her children’s well-being? Because that’s insane. I know the full scope of how bonkers this was may not be clear (a real “you had to be there”) but holy crap I’m exhausted and I’m not even directly affected.

#if you read all this you are braver than any US Marine

[runenc03]

Four

Writing date: around October 2020, I think? Not sure tbh, lol

Genre: fluff

Warnings: no warnings! :)

Word count: 3.1k 

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The first time you saw him with a baby was in the hospital. You were four, nestled in your mum's lap beside your godmother's hospital bed. You watched with big eyes as your godmother gave her second - barely one day old - son to her firstborn, who took his little brother eagerly but gently, making sure to support the baby's head at all times just like his mum had told him to do. You smiled, he suddenly looked so big in comparison to the small baby in his arms.

"They grow up so fast"

That was your mum, complaining to your godmother - her best friend since kindergarten. Your smile morphed into a grin as she put one of her arms around you, rocking you from side to side, as if she was trying to shrink you to match the little baby in your best friend's arms. Needless to say, she failed miserably. You were a big girl after all.

"Tell me about it. They're already going to school! Not that it isn't nice to see them grow up, but, well, I missed having a baby in the house. As hard as it is, it makes me feel so empowered, taking care of such a small miracle..."

Your mum nodded, a nostalgic gleam in her eyes. You smiled too, knowing you'd been that baby for your mum, a long time ago of course. The baby in your best friend's arms started fussing, not quite crying but not as happy as possible either, and you recognised the fleeting panic in your best friend's eyes. It was the same look he'd had when the teacher asked him to show his teddy bear to everyone - you knew he was very protective of his stuffed friend and only wanted to share it with you. Your godmother quickly took the baby from her oldest son's arms, naturally taking him into her arms, and started breast feeding him. Your best friend moved as well, crawling through the hospital sheets to get closer to his little brother once again, placing a kiss on his forehead, as if to say sorry for whatever he'd done wrong.

As you watched the scene in front of you, you heard your mother's 'aww', but your smile faltered a bit. The kissing on the forehead was something exclusively for the two of you, or so you'd thought. Was he going to forget all about you now that he had his own personal playmate at home? Were you going to become just another girl in your class he was scared he'd get cooties from? He'd always assured you that the two of you were an exception to that, claiming it was because your mum was his godmother and vice versa, or something like that.

You decided you'd seen enough for now and wanted to take a nap. Turning your head to the side, you readjusted your head to lay on your mum's chest, closing your eyes and - after checking to make sure no one was paying attention to you - sucking on your thumb before slowly falling asleep.

You weren't sure how much time had passed since you fell asleep, but when you woke up, your godmother was asleep and your own mum was scrolling through her Facebook feed on her phone. You rubbed your eyes, trying to push away the last remnants of sleep in them, and focused on your best friend. He was still sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, looking every bit as energetic as he did whenever the two of you ate a bit too much sugar. Again, his gaze was turned to the baby, a small smile playing around his lips. You decided with a frown that you still didn't want to talk to him, stubborn as always. You closed your eyes again, pretending to sleep.

"You know, buddy, mummy says you'll have to learn to walk first, but as soon as you can, I want to take you with us on our adventures. 'Us' is my best friend and I. She's sitting here as well, you see? Our mum is best friends with her mum, just like I'm best friends with her. She's my best friend though, so you can't be her best friend, I'm sorry, but you can play with us! She's the best in playing tag, oh and also in telling stories! You should ask her to tell you a story sometime. Mum also told me it'll take a while for you to be able to speak, but I can ask her for you if you want to..."

And as much as you tried to fake being asleep, your smile won.

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The second time you saw him with a baby was on an indoor ice skating rink.

Okay true, he wasn't holding a baby, but you were both sixteen and he had grown so tall over the years that everyone looked like a baby in comparison to him. You were no exception to that by the way, but you'd never admit that in his presence. About a year ago, your town had decided they wanted to present themselves as a place where all children could grow up in peace while having fun, and so they came up with the idea to organise little holidays for kids. Your best friend had instantly loved the town upon learning that they still needed young adults to go with the kids as supervisors. He'd bugged you for weeks, claiming it would look just as good on your resume as any other thing you, as a responsible teen, had planned to do during the holidays, and so you found yourself living the first day of said holiday, on an ice rink, surrounded by exactly 19 kids, a dumb grin on your face because you were having way more fun than you originally anticipated.

You were shaken out of your stupor by a little girl tugging at your gloved hand to get your attention. She pointed towards the large clock hanging above the ice rink, and you were reminded of your promise to buy everyone a hot chocolate at 4 pm. Your best friend had shaken his head a little, trying to let you know that you were an idiot for giving kids hot chocolate in summer, but you'd just shrugged your shoulders, a provocative smile around your lips.

"Just because you had to vomit that one time we each drank an entire bottle when we were 8, doesn't mean it's a safety risk for every child."

You took the girl's hand with one of your own and whistled to let all the kids know you were taking a break from skating. The result was 18 kids bolting to the door of the cafe connected to the ice rink. 18 kids, your entire group except for one. You turned around after counting them, looking to see where your last kid had gone to. They were normally all very quick to gather around you upon hearing your whistle.

"Don't worry, we're coming!"

That was your best friend of course, yelling from the other side of the ice rink. You noticed suddenly that this was the first time you'd actually seen him interacting with one of the kids today. Before, you'd been so busy learning names by heart and organising everything that you hadn't paid attention to how good he actually was with them. You felt a weird move in your stomach, like a tingle quickly shooting through it, but you decided to ignore that.

The 19th kid out of your group - her name was Alicia - couldn't ice skate. Her posture was awkward, her legs wobbly, her face the same as yours that one time your best friend had convinced you to go on a rollercoaster with 4 consecutive loops. You honestly felt sorry for her, although you expected that the panicky look in her eyes would soon be gone because you thought your best friend would just pick Alicia up, she probably didn't weight more than the ice skates themselves.

You raised a brow when he crouched down to whisper something in her ear instead of carrying her to the other side of the rink. You watched intently, seeing a small smile slip onto Alicia's face, her hand grasping onto his as firmly as she could. And then, very tentatively, she let her right foot glide forward. Then her left, and the right one another time. Her smile broadened, before quickly slipping away because she started swaying on her feet again. Your best friend immediately reacted though, steadying her on her feet and saying something that sounded a lot like "don't give up!"

You suddenly knew what you had to do. You started yelling to Alicia, clapping in your hands, sending encouraging words her way, and soon all the other kids followed, cheering on their friend. The closer Alicia got to the group, the bigger both the sound echoing in the rink and the smile on her face.

Once Alicia reached the other kids, she got tackled into a group hug, and your heart warmed at the sight. This was only day one and they were already such a close-knit group.

A soft hand on your shoulder and a warm breath on your ear made you focus again.

"I believe someone deserves some hot chocolate."

You were about to rub in his face that your idea had been brilliant, but the words were stuck in your throat when you finally looked at him.

"You are brilliant."

His eyes twinkled, and you knew you wouldn't be able to stop the heat from residing in your cheeks for the rest of the day.

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The third time you saw him with a baby was in your neighbor's house. In this case, you had just turned 20 and the baby was more of a toddler, but you didn't want to ponder the details: it was cute.

You were actually supposed to be studying for your exams, but your best friend had asked you if he could come study with you, and foolishly you had agreed, convincing yourself you'd be able to motivate each other. What started as a study session transformed into a pillow fight, and, when your neighbour called you to ask if you could come over to look after her toddler, it ended up being a babysit date.

You looked at the clock above the fireplace, already getting a headache at the prospect of having to study all night in order to keep up with the schedule you had sworn to follow. If it had been up to you, you would've just been honest with your neighbour. She liked you a lot and wouldn't have minded if you'd just honestly told her that you were in the middle of your exams. Your best friend, however, had immediately agreed to babysit, telling your neighbour that the two of you would take good care of her baby. Truth be told, the woman's relief had been visible on her face, and it did make you feel good to take care of someone else.

"Hey buddy, it's getting late, and your mummy told us to get you in bed on time. What about this: we go get you ready for bed now and if you're quick enough, I'll read you a bedtime story. How does that sound?"

You watched your best friend almost being knocked down by the eager boy. As the toddler ran to the bathroom on his chubby legs, your best friend threw his head back in laughter, dimples in his cheeks. Your stomach did something strange, as it usually did nowadays whenever you were in his presence, but you ignored it. You had to focus on the little one now, you could dwell on your emotions later on.

Your best friend's strategy worked. Within a quarter of an hour, you'd managed to put on the little boy's pyjamas, brush his teeth, go to the toilet with him, and get him into his bed. You tucked him in, making sure all his stuffed animals were in the right place as you did so, and giving him a kiss on his forehead.

"Are you reading a story for me?"

You chuckled, and you heard a lower voice behind you match yours. He came up to you and your young neighbour then, a gigantic book in one of his hands. You swiftly noticed the veins on his under arm, and turned your head, forcing yourself not to get distracted. You weren't even together for God's sake, you should actually be able to keep yourself in check.

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away from here, there was a dinosaur called Inky. He was the most beautiful dinosaur you could ever imagine, with big, blue eyes, green skin and two gigantic wings. Inky ..."

Your eyes took in the scene in front of you, your small neighbour watching your best friend intently, eyes wide with wonder, sometimes giggling a bit when the story was particularly funny or when the narrator imitated Inky the dinosaur.

By the time Inky's adventure was over, the toddler had already fallen asleep, his breathing evening out, a content look on his face. Making as little sound as possible, you both tiptoed out of the door, keeping it ajar in case the little one wanted to come to you.

As you sat down on your neighbour's couch, your best friend wrapped an arm around you, and you leaned into him. You didn't say anything, it wasn't necessary. A new episode of peppa pig started on tv, and you stared up at him. His eyes stared back, full of unspoken promises.

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The fourth time you saw your best friend with a baby was in your own house. Today was actually supposed to be all about your 25th birthday, but your party had ended up being about something entirely different, although you wouldn't have traded the day for something else even if you could have. You had started the day off together by preparing some snacks for your guests, but those preparations had quickly come to a halt as you'd gotten a call from the adoption agency, stating that some things had shifted rapidly, resulting in you being able to bring home your baby that exact day. If everything would go smoothly, the baby would be officially your child within a few weeks to months. As exciting as the day had been, it had also been tremendously exhausting, and so that's how you found yourself waking up from your slumber on the couch, your watch telling you it was only 9 pm. Embarrassingly early. When you let your eyes travel further than your own wrist, the first thing your vision fell on was the mass of congratulations cards scattered on the table. Oh, how people had probably stressed themselves out, trying to find a different kind of congratulations card last minute. You grinned, a warm feeling you could only identify as true happiness spreading in your chest.

A gurgling sound made you look to the left, your smile unfolding completely now. Sitting in the armchair was your best friend, holding a baby with dark, curly hair in his arms. The baby was staring at her dad with big eyes, as if trying to drink in as many details as possible, learning every crinkle and dimple by heart.

She was claiming him as her dad.

Your best friend didn't need to look away from his daughter to know you had woken up. He simply brought one hand to the baby's stomach, slightly tickling her there, and her small gurgling sounds intensified, her legs wiggling as if trying to get away, but not having enough strength yet.

"Look darling, mummy is awake. Now I need to share you again."

His face morphed into a fake pout, and the baby, your baby, stopped her gurgling, trying to figure out why her dad suddenly wasn't smiling anymore. Too late, your best friend realised his mistake, but his attempt to cheer her up again was to no avail, she started fussing, and even though you'd never done this and she had come way sooner than you had anticipated, you knew that that wasn't a good sign.

"Give me my daughter please, I missed her."

Your best friend handed her to you, and you gently bounced her in your arms, kissing her little forehead. Instead of going back to sit on the couch, you went to your dinner table, now morphed into a congratulations card holder. You sat down on one of the chairs, turning your daughter around so she had a good view of the table herself.

"You see that sweetie? All for you, all those people already love you! Isn't that nice?"

You traced her cheek with your finger, and she grabbed onto it with her fist. You observed how both of your skin colours contrasted. Though that was only a coincidence seeing as children of all skin colours got adopted, you loved it, loved the variety of it. While your skin might not match your daughter's in colour, it matched in beauty.

On the other side of the room, soft snores were coming from your best friend's lips. That's right. After all these years, he was still your best friend. Not just your best friend, but not more than your best friend either. To you, he had always been a special someone, you had always loved him, from the day he had been your friend in kindergarten to your partner and the father of your child now.

At the end of the day, those names were only labels, a way for society to put feelings into boxes. The thing is, feelings aren't made to be put into boxes. Love is love, and there are different kinds of love, yes, but one isn't necessarily less important than another. You loved that man just as much now as you had as a toddler, the feelings had just evolved, you had moved several boxes, and now fit into 'family'. Or maybe not entirely, your skin colours didn't all match, after all.

You grinned. Your daughter would grow up knowing the concept of love. Not in boxes, but in all its beautiful, overflowing, free glory.

#oneshots #children #parents #love #crushxreader #friends to lovers #crush x reader #kids #imagines #adoption #story

[onf-headcanons]

ONF SIBLING (E-tion and J-US)

So if you had already known me I tend to keep my hcs flexible. Same goes to this ONF DUO as siblings au. It can be either you are blood related with one of them or even not. Also doable if you are older than them, your birthday are in between them, or even you are the youngest, have fun!

Now this duo is super fun because they share the same family name even though not related. Which makes there is new scenario possibility. All of you related by blood is a very lazy way to open up possibilities for fun hcs.

1. Either you three are not related by blood at all. Changyoon and Seungjoon sharing the same family name are just pure coincidence but from different ancestry

2. Changyoon and Seungjoon are related with the same biological parents but you are from the new parent that married with one of their parent

3. They both you met in young age due to marriage of both of your parent and the parents give birth to you later

4. Either you are related from Changyoon or Seungjoon side and either one of them later joined the family. Confusing? OK example you are Changyoon's sibling by blood and then later Seungjoon joined. Or in reversed, Changyoon joined. (this is for the reader to share same family name with them both)

My recommendation goes to number 3😉. Age gap suggested would be 5 to 7 years (this is absolutely intentional you will know why later) .

I personally think is the most fun one

Common hcs for both of them. I will kind off focus on this part for the double Lees this time.

• Changyoon and Seungjoon always give me the frenemy type of chemistry

• Loud af especially if you three plays game. (The house will be even louder if Hyojin and/or Minkyun joins. So is either you join to fun or rip your ears. But if you happened to the eldest sibling, you will glare at them so that they can be quiet)

• Btw loudest happy birthday song and wishes. It does not matter whose birthday was it, it will still gonna be loud.

• Once them both and you 3 gets really comfortable with each other, or should you 3 grow up together, pranking each other is a definite thing you siblings will do.

• To lend an idea from the modern fantasy au I wrote, maybe once they planked you way too hard and you decided to revenge. You bought a fake bug and then when they are minding their own businesses, you suddenly just random throws the fake bug in front of them

• I could it will be like a cue hint for them that they went overboard pranking you when you pulled the fake bug prank move. So they will make it up by taking you out, buying you food or even timidly asking if you have anything in your amazon/shopping cart

• This household shares the same universe with Hyojin Minseok and Jaeyoung Minkyun households. So you will see Hyojin visiting alot. And Changyoon slowly gets to know about his new younger brother's bff and them 3 hang out comfortably in no time.

• If your bff happens to be the younger sibling from Jaeyoung and Minkyun household, you would see them both often when they drop by to pick their younger sibling.

• Who knows? Maybe you later on develop a crush with those good looking visitors

• Lol. Sorry that i got sidetracked, lets go back to the common hcs.

• Changyoon need time to adjust to new environment and people while Seungjoon is the opposite

• If you are happened to be a cheerfully active type, you easily interact with Seungjoon. But if you are not, they will approach you very cautiously. Maybe Changyoon even enough an introvert himself, will initiate first to show that the nuance of this household is perfectly fine. Especially Changyoon, working very hard to not accidentally step on your emotional landmine

• Changyoon stuttering

• Seungjoon glaring/swearing with his eyes

• It will be a very good contrast if Changyoon and Seungjoon are weak against horror or jumpscares but you being the youngest sibling is perfectly fine about it

• Lol even maybe you are the one who kills bug in the household

• 3 of you have own room because apparently Changyoon has really bad sleep qualities so he prefer to sleep alone and you get your own room too either for the same reason or, you being the opposite sex sibling and your parents thought it's best to sleep separately.

• Either you 3 are related or not, they will be a devoted elder brother. But wont over spoil you.

• Seungjoon giving out critique in a gentle tone. While Changyoon is more on expressing his honest thought that meant well.

• Contrast example : Seungjoon will use phrases of compliment like you did wonderful job, you aced it. But Changyoon will just simply said, you worked hard then just pose you a thumbs up.

• I can totally see Seungjoon and you either helping you with your studies and revisions at the living room while Changyoon just sitting there enjoying the presence of you two. Or, Seungjoon just drags you out to the town library and monitor you. Reason you and Changyoon are having way too much fun with video games.

• Seungjoon will later buy you ice cream as reward.

• Btw if you are born later, this is how it will be when you parents brought the baby you back home.

• Seungjoon is excited to see you while Changyoon is a bit timid but still fascinated at how smol you are

• Maybe when you cried, Seungjoon will be the boy in action to help calm you down while Changyoon lowkey panicking.

• Could be Seungjoon is the type of brother who show you toys and demonstrates to the baby/toddler you just to make you laugh.

• But Changyoon's style would be getting himself a hand puppet, the shark one is his fave, and move the hand puppet around while giving light chomps, making you feel ticklish. Once you start smiling, big bro Changyoon starts smiling too.

• But once them both got the hang of it, they help out parents to take care of you. The type of brothers that won't let go of the younger sibling away from their arms and sight.

• Changyoon follows your mum out and help selected your clothes. And even later when you grow older, you would always go to big bro Changyoon for fashion advice

• Both are very reliable elder siblings when it comes to giving advice.

• I can see if you are leaning to socialising advice, you will go to Seungjoon. For a more inwards self contemplating advice, you will go to Changyoon. Overall they are both good listeners.

• Also, them both singing. I do like the tendency of them singing at home ever since you were born, humming short tunes so that you can sleep when you are still a toddler until you graduated kindergarten. Will elaborate more in below if reader stand in also like singing and dancing

• If Hyojin side as a big brother is more attentive towards younger brother, I can see this two are more attentive if its younger sister. Not that their caring will die down if its a brother but when it comes to a sister, they will be gentler

• Oh,also defo the ones who volunteer to accompany you to prom night

Scenario 1. If you are related with any one of them

• Being Changyoon's sibling, maybe you are a contrast of him. He is a scaredy cat and full of expressions, but you are more of a chill zen type. The one who pushes Changyoon's jaw back up when he was too surprised with his mouth open wide.

• Even though you are Changyoon's sibling, you might team up with Seungjoon and Hyojin to tease Changyoon a bit lol

• If you happened to share the same passion of singing just like Changyoon, you two tend to finish each others lyrics or even try harmonising. Seungjoon will join too once he gets comfortable

• Every year in your birthday card, Changyoon will always write "You are the best, Luv you!" (Taken from Changyoon's "Non choigo ya saranghae"

• Being Seungjoon's sibling, you are also close with Hyojin before Changyoon joins

• Lent from above, you are the one who kills bugs at home because you brother will be using you as shield. And then bluffed that he wanted to train you lol

• And yes, the fake bug prank is legit here

• Even though he is your brother, you would gang up with Changyoon to tease Seungjoon . But you won't go overboard,you two stops the moment he starts his death glare.

• If you happened to share the same passion of dancing with Seungjoon, I can see you two dancing to Taemin's and Shinee's discography alot.

Scneario 2. If you are not related with any one of them.

• Seungjoon is gonna talk to you alot to try to know you more

• There will a lot of cute bloopers and maybe Seungjoon passed through either judging you two being weird or maybe later joins

• Changyoon would try and it will more time compared to Seungjoon but if you share something in common with him, you will get him open up quickly. Maybe tiktok, and then you two filmed tiktok snips together

• If Changyoon and Seungjoon happens to know/acquainted already then things are easier, your sibling only just need to help the other party who is the shy and introverted.

• You might think they are both cold and distant when first meet. Especially Changyoon because of his eyes and how he looks when he is not smiling.

• Pranks in this scenario will be lesser than above. The fake bug prank move won't appear in this scenario

• But both Changyoon and Seungjoon are quite of the unexpected bomb lol they sometimes do weird sounds or weird actions lol but those weird quirks always give you good laugh

• Changyoon works a few part time job and sometimes fall asleep on the sofa at the living room . Will always tiptoe if you found Changyoon sleeping at the living room, snoring

• If you found Seungjoon sleeping, and later found out he is a deep sleeper...

• Cues you and Changyoon maybe lowkey pranking or playing around of loud noises just to try waking him up

• (The similar scene in wake up boys video could totally happen)

• If you happened to be also a light sleeper, you are envious of Seungjoon

• You and Changyoon both will never unsee Seungjoon's face as the orange face meme after Hyojin points it out due to revenging Seungjoon calling him piggy

• You will bond with Seungjoon quickier if you are a Taemin fan

• If you are more of a R&B/soul/hiphop lover, you will bond with Changyoon quicker.

• Amazed at Seungjoon able to take in spicy food.

A/N : sorry that it gotten longer because I side tracked

#onf #onf imagines #onf scenarios #onf headcanon #onf headcanons #sibling!reader #sibling!au #sibling!onf #sibling!seungjoon #sibling!changyoon #lee seungjoon #lee changyoon #e-tion #j-us #queued #scheduled #will add more tags later

[cards-onthetable]

An Education

Two foster care-related storylines in 3 episodes? I don’t have time for a full rant tonight so that may come tomorrow but first I’m going to just LET YOU ALL KNOW what we’re dealing with here. Here’s your little dose of foster care reality since the show does.not.care.

“You want to adopt that baby.” Sounds sweet, right? Wrong. Here’s what would happen if Jamie and Eddie tried to “adopt” this child who already has two parents:

Jamie and Eddie have to become certified foster parents. This process takes 60-90+ days and no, having the last name Reagan does not automatically jump them through all those hoops in 12 hours (I’m looking at you, ff.net writers). By this point, Annie has been in another home for months and realistically, she would not be moved just because Jamie and Eddie ~want~ her. Hello trauma and interrupted attachment!

But let’s say Annie did get placed with Jamie and Eddie.

Neither of her parents’ rights have been compromised. Therefore Annie will have court-ordered visitation with her dad, even if he’s incarcerated. Jamie and Eddie will spend 3 evenings a week transporting this infant to the jail (or to the foster care agency office, if the dad has been released) for visits.

Annie’s mom is in rehab - once Mom is at a point in her program where she can have family visitors, Jamko will be heading upstate for rehab visits, too. Since it’s a hike, maybe the judge will be nice and only mandate one visit per week. There go all of Jamko’s Saturdays.

A family court judge will set a “case plan” which will basically be “let Mom finish rehab, let Dad finish his jail sentence, and then we’ll re-evaluate.”

Let’s say Mom gets out of rehab. If she has stable housing, there’s a high chance the judge will immediately order Annie back into Mom’s custody since Mom was not involved in the incident that led to Annie entering foster care. Mom may not even have to prove extended sobriety - she could have her kid back 2 days after leaving rehab because it was not her drug use that put Annie in care (she’d just have to do regular drug tests according to her original court order, unrelated to child welfare). Bye-bye Annie!

Okay, but maybe Mom does not get custody for some reason. Nice! It’s looking good for Jamie and Eddie. Right?

Sure. They’re excited to keep going with all the foster care bullshit.

Like Annie’s third caseworker since entering foster care has just quit, so the new caseworker is coming over at 7am tomorrow to check things out. The new caseworker opens the fridge and gets mad that there’s no juice. “Toddlers need juice!” She says. Eddie explains that Annie had 3 cavities at her first dentist appointment, and they cut out juice to protect her teeth. The caseworker still notes “inadequate food in the home.” Jamie and Eddie forget about this until 2 months later, when they’re told they’re being investigated for failure to provide for their foster child’s needs. Another month after that, an inspector combs through every inch of their apartment and shrugs. “Looks fine to me.” Case closed. Eddie sleeps peacefully for the first time in a month.

Or like the time Jamie and Eddie came to pick up Annie from a visit with Mom at the foster agency. They get to the reception area but aren’t allowed into the huge, single room where all the visits take place at the same time. Cops come storming in and arrest an enraged bio father who has pulled out a pocketknife. Once he has been removed, they are allowed to dig their kid out from the supply closet where she was shut with 8 other kids for protection.

They also really enjoy continued visits to the prison, where their innocent toddler is always patted down invasively. A few times, after security breaches, security has asked Jamie and Eddie to open Annie’s diaper to make sure nobody’s smuggling anything in.

Annie’s growing up! She’s walking, and learning to talk. She’s almost two when Eddie hears Annie say “fuck” for the first time. She’s not sure if Annie picked this up from visits with Mom, visits with Dad, or her sketchy state-funded daycare, which was the only foster-agency-approved daycare without a waiting list.

Speaking of daycare, that’s probably where she keeps picking up all these minor bugs. This kid has a constant cold. If she shows up to a visit at the agency with too much green snot running down her face, Jamie and Eddie will be ordered to spend their evening in an emergency room for “medical clearance.” It will take 4 hours for ER staff to diagnose her with a cold and send her home.

It’s been a while! 15 months, actually, since Annie went into foster care. In accordance with the Adoption and Safe Families Act, a motion is filed to terminate Mom and Dad’s parental rights.

Great! One step closer to adopting her. Right?

LOL as if. TPR (termination of parental rights) trials don’t have any time constraints. The trial will finally start oh, a year or two after the motion is filed. They’ll get one hour of court time every month or so. 30 minutes of each session will be spent picking a date for the next session that works for Mom’s lawyer, Dad’s lawyer, Annie’s GAL, and the ACS lawyer. 25% of the time, one of the above parties has to cancel, and the court time is not made up. The trial goes on for 3 years.

Annie is 5 now, starting kindergarten! She wants to play soccer at the YMCA with her kindergarten BFF Jack (all the boys in blue bloods are named Jack). She can’t because until TPR is finalized, mandatory visits at the foster agency continue 2-3 nights per week.

Oh, Mom got a new job (this will complicate the TPR trial for sure!). She can’t possibly make it to the foster agency before 7pm. Visits are pushed back to accommodate her. Annie doesn’t leave the foster agency until 9:15pm on visit nights. A note comes home saying Annie is acting tired, frustrated, and distracted at school. There’s nothing Jamie and Eddie can do.

Finally, the TPR trial winds to a close. The judge rules to terminate Mom and Dad’s parental rights. Annie is legally free for adoption! Hooray!

Did you think it was that easy? You ignorant slut! Dad’s lawyer files an appeal. It won’t be heard in front of a judge for six months, and it’ll take a year to resolve.

Meanwhile, Jamie and Eddie have always wanted to go to Europe. They didn’t go when Annie was younger because they didn’t want to leave her. Now that she’s 7 they’d love to take her with them... but as a foster child she can’t get a passport.

Are you even still reading? I’m impressed.

I think it’s time to give Jamie and Eddie a break. Let’s say the appeals have been exhausted. The judge has approved Jamie and Eddie as Annie’s adoptive placement. They just need to fill out the paperwork and get a court date!

Of course, that takes forever too. Annie’s latest caseworker - they’ve lost count at this point - misplaces paperwork and incorrectly tells Jamie they don’t need to fill out one random medical form that turns out to be critical. This type of shit takes even more months to resolve.

Finally, the big day has arrived! Annie has been in foster care since she was 10 months old. Now she’s 9 and she’s finally getting adopted by the people who have parented her for the last 8+ years.

It WaSn’T EaSy. BuT iT wAs WoRtH iT! Right? 👍

👎 ugh no. Thank goodness that baby ended up with her grandmother, who can/will provide a permanent home with minimal court involvement. A life in the System is no life at all, bro.

#sandy hates it all #a realistic dose of new york city foster care for your reading pleasure

[scarletthart96]

Teacher's Pet. A Blake/Negan Story.

Chapter 5!!

Blake is helping little Mia find the perfect Halloween costume!

From Beauty from Beauty and the Beast to Cinderella, Mia was trying on every princess costume. She just couldn't decide what choose. Not that Blake minded helping her, it was adorable and she was having a blast helping Mia. It was when she noticed that Mia was getting restless looking for a costume that Blake frowned.

"Whats the matter sweetie?" She asked Mia, bending down and wiping the tears from the toddlers cheeks.

"I no find costume i like! " Mia cried, sniffling as she covered her face.

"There's no need for tears, okay? We'll find you something. Don't worry." Blake reassured her and held her hand as they left the changing room.

Negan, when seeing his daughters tear stained face, he immediately walked over. "What happened?" He asked and picked the small girl up in his arms.

"She's sad she can't find a costume.. " Blake informed him and rubbed Mias back softly.

"Well shit... what do you wanna be, princess? Forget all the costumes here. None of them matter. Only what you want to be." Negan said as he looked at his daughter, giving her a smile.

Blake watched, a smile on her own face, watching how great Negan was with Mia. Seeing the love he felt for his daughter. The sight caused Blake to feel even more attracted to the man.

When hearing that Mia wantwd to be Ariel from The Little Mermaid. Blake grinned and excused herself. After the kindergarten teacher found the costume, she returned to where Negan and Mia stood.

"Here we go.. Ariel. Should we try It on? Your daddy can even be King Triton. " Blake laughed, winking down at the little girl who giggled and nodded her head.

"Yes! Daddy get costume!" Mia cheered, Blake earning a playful glare from the father.

But she just smield and grabbed Mias hand, going to help the small child put on the costume. After she had it on, they walked out and Blake grinned at the fact Negan had in fact gotten the only costume they had for King Triton. A long white haired wig that came with a frown, a full beard and in his hand he held a Trident.

Mia squealed and ran to Negan, hugging him tightly.

Grabbing a children's long red hair wig, Blake followed the two of them after they gathered their things. When Negan paid for their costumes, Blake got the wig, giving the extra few dollars to buy the wig.

As the three of them left the store, Blake gave Mia the wig, the girl gasping. "Daddy! I look like Ariel for party!" She said happily and clapped her hands together.

"Yeah, you'll be the best looking kid at that party, pumpkin." He smiled, giving Blake a nod.

He didn't even remember the wig. Never paying attention to those princess movies that Mia always forced him to watch.

"He's right.. you'll look amazing." She smiled and hugged Mia before stepping back. "I should get going.. have my own party to get too." She laughed somewhat nervous.

Her cousin had called a few times already, wondering where Blake was. But Blake just didn't care, she was having a great time helping Mia. She knew her cousin would understand.

"Well.. thanks peaches. Doubt i could have done this alone.." Negan smiled after he strapped Mia into her car seat.

"It was a pleasure.. she's a great kid." She told him, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "You know.. you should come to the party. Usually the whole neighborhood shows up.. lots of kids and candy." She offered, looking over at Mia as she was hugging her costume.

"You sure? Wouldn't want to intrude or anything.." Negan rubbed the back of his neck. It sounded like a good idea, seeing as he wouldn't be able to take Mia trick or treating. He had to work on Halloween night.

"I'm positive.. here, give me your number and I'll send you the adress." She grinned, trying to hide the excitement from her voice. Just thinking about spending more time with this handsome man.

Once they exchanged numbers and went their own ways, promises made to meet up at the party. Blake was smiling the whole ride to her cousins house. Just thinking about spending time at the party with Negan. Blake knew it was wrong, he was Mias father. But that wasn't going to stop her.

He didn't have a ring on his finger, and Blake doubted he was dating. Or else he would've turned down the offer. So she was going to do some innocent flirting.

Suddenly the party didnt seem like such a bad idea.

Aha! Chapter Five! Fiiinaly. Lol hope you enjoyed it! Shoutout to @neganandblake for allowing me to use Blake and Mia for this story! You are amazing!!

Check out my masterlist here for other chapters.

@negans-network

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[kennadavenportgayle]

Mother’s Day (Sean x Mc)

Title: Mother’s Day

Pairings: Sean x MC (Taylor) 

Rating: PG

Word count: 2,040

Summary: Sean surprises Taylor-along with their two daughters-in bed on mother’s day with breakfast. They soon head on an adventure to the zoo while Sean and Taylor talk about the future of their family. 

Author’s note: Rip Es amiright? Anyway, as promised, and like the last hiatus, I’mm be posting an ES fic every day at 12:30pm PST so y’all don’t have to die in this drought even though I’m pretty sure this won’t help you lol. Anyway, enjoy. 

The sun spilled into the room between the gap of the curtains, the soft early morning slight stretching out over her face and chocolate brown hair. She stretched and yawned, coming to as she pulled the blanket up to her chin. She smiled to herself, thinking that both of their daughters had slept through the night. She rolled over to look over at Sean’s side of the bed but as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she realized her husband was nowhere to be found. 

“Sean?” she called out but there was no answer. 

Instead, she was greeted with a knock at the door and several little whispers and giggles. She sat up in bed as the door creaked opened—Sean always said he would oil it but he always did forget—and two little girls with their hair in buns and their pjs still on, shakily carried a tray with an arrangement of breakfast items on top, into the room. Taylor gave them a bright smile as they slowly brought it to her side of the bed; their little arms shaking as Taylor gratefully took it from them. Sean followed close behind, his pj bottoms being dragged underneath his feet as it hung low on his hips, his oversized white shirt covering his stomach that would have been exposed. 

“What is this?” Taylor asked as Sean helped the two little girls onto their giant California King sized bed. 

“They wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” Sean responded, kissing Taylor on the head. “Happy Mother’s Day.” 

“We’re you surprised mommy?” one of the five-year-olds asked. 

“I very much was, Ella, thank you,” Taylor responded as she quickly hugged her. “And we made you a card,” Mia, Ella’s twin sister, shyly said as she handed Taylor a roughly cut out heart, an entire glitter factory somehow being blown up on the card, and on the side was choppy handwriting that only five-year-olds could create. 

Both the girls signed their names on the inside with the words “I love you” written above it, little stick figure pictures drawn in crayon with the bodies long and spaghetti-like. Arrows pointed to the different sticky figures saying mommy, daddy, Mia, Ella, and another pointed to a dog-shaped figure with the word “puppy” pointing to it. Taylor glanced up to look at Sean who was sitting on the bed now too. We don’t have a dog, she mouthed and he merrily shrugged. “Well thank you girls,” she said kissing and hugging them both. “This was very sweet of you.” 

She looked at the tray that was sitting in her lap. A coffee with not nearly enough creamer in it was sitting in her favorite mug, half of the contents spilled all over the tray. The liquid of the coffee was mixing with the orange juice, only a drop in the glass. A plate with slightly burned toast was smeared with her favorite strawberry jelly, a plate of very pale looking pancakes sat next to it. And of course, the classic sugary cereal in the bowl with milk was last; it had clearly been assembled first. 

“Mia and Ella insisted on making everything themselves,” Sean said with that tone that sounds like they’re really proud of their kids but it’s also the universal pitch for other adults to just be proud of the kids too. “They also wanted to carry the tray by themselves. And they insisted on pouring the milk on the cereal first.” 

Taylor gave them a small laugh. “Well I love it, thank you girls. And you know I’ve heard that daddy’s favorite food is cereal.” 

Sean chuckled as Taylor handed him the mushing Frosted Flakes but she shoveled a spoonful into his mouth anyway, smiling behind the pain. Taylor decided to just eat the pancake with her hands, since the utensils seemed to be hiding underneath a watery mess of orange juice and coffee. She pulled it apart, giving the cooked parts to her daughters and swallowing down the raw middle. They all ate together in quiet for a bit, picking at Taylor’s food until the only thing left was the liquidy mess. Sean carefully took it off Taylor’s lap and headed downstairs to put it away as Ella and Mia snuggled up underneath the blanket with their mother. 

“We have a surprise for you!” Mia said, in that excited five-year old way. 

“Really?!” Taylor said, her voice pitch trying to reach the same excitement as Mia’s. “Well can I know what the surprise is?” 

“We’re going to the zoo!” Ella quickly shouted, jumping out of the little crook where she was all snuggled up. 

“Ella!” Mia snapped, shooting a look any five-year old would be scared of. “You weren’t supposed to tell her!” 

Taylor laughed as Sean reentered the room. “Ella did you ruin the surprise?” he asked her, scooping her up and tossing her in the air until she giggled. “I guess there’s nothing left to do but go get ready for the zoo!” The two kindergartens screamed and jumped up and down as Mia climbed out of bed and Ella escaped Sean’s grasp. 

“Okay go pick out your outfits and I’ll do your hair,” Sean called out to them as they skipped out of the room. “And then tell me what animals you want to see while we’re there!” 

Taylor climbed out of bed and headed toward the door, ready to help the two little girls gets dressed. Sean stopped her in the doorway, putting his hands above him and hanging slightly on the door frame. His white t-shirt came up just enough for her to get a peak at his abs. She eyed him curiously as he refused to move but brought his lips down to hers. 

“You,” he said each word between a kiss. “Have nothing to worry about, I have the girls, and you go take a shower, put on your favorite outfit, take your time.” 

“Wow,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “ I wish every day was Mother’s Day.” 

He chuckled as he kissed her once more and gave her a hug. She turned to head to the shower and he quickly smacked her butt. She flashed him a look over her shoulder and he gave her a seductive wink before heading to get his two little Taylors ready for the day. She turned the hot water on and stripped off her clothes. The water immediately began to fog up the bathroom glass as she stepped in and washed herself off. She even had enough time to wash her hair and she made sure to leave the conditioner in for a little bit longer than usual, it would probably be a year before she would be able to wash her hair like this again. She also took a moment to shave, not having done it since probably Valentine’s Day when she begged Diego to take the girls for the weekend so Sean and her could spend some time to themselves. 

When she was done, she turned the water off and wrapped herself in a big towel, drying herself off and walking into the bedroom where a nice outfit was spread on the bed. She glanced up and looked at the door, Mia and Ella gasped as they scampered away, wanting to see what Taylor thought of the outfit they had chosen for her. She laughed and quickly pulled the ripped jeans over her legs, putting the light pink t-shirt on, and pairing it with a complementary jean jacket. She found her own white strappy sandals and threw them on. She swiped on some makeup before putting on a pair of oversized sunglasses and head downstairs. 

The three of them waited for her as she walked down the stairs. Mia and Ella giggled and jumped with excitement as Taylor smiled at them, giving them a little fashion show as she walked down the stairs. 

“You look pretty mommy,” Ella squealed as she hugged Taylor’s legs and Mia joined her. 

“Do you like how daddy did our hair?” Mia twirled as she broke away from her mom and showed Taylor the work Sean has done. 

Mia’s hair was in two very loose braids, the elastics looking like they might fall off of her kinky hair, ruining the imperfect braids. Ella’s hair sat on top of her head in two little space buns, a few bobby pins sticking out and they looked like they would fall off of her head if she ran too fast. She smiled and kissed them both, “Daddy did a great job.” 

Sean laughed, knowing she was being sarcastic but he took the false compliment anyway. He even had time to dress and get the two girls some food and water in them while Taylor was getting ready. They grabbed a couple of supplies they would need for a few hour trip to the zoo and they pilled into the car. They only drove for a few minutes before they had arrived. A few other families were already there, children running in front of their parents as they anxiously waited to get their ticket to head into the zoo. A few overstressed moms didn’t look as anxious and stressed today, holding their toddler’s hands as they headed inside the gate. 

Sean pulled his wallet out and bought four tickets and they walked in, presenting their tickets to a zookeeper nearby. Ella and Mia grabbed Sean and Taylor’s hands as they tried to pull them along, wanting to see the lions, elephants, and penguins. Taylor snagged a map and led the three of them around, heading to the penguins first. 

Mia and Ella ran ahead, still in sight of their parents, as they pressed their chubby cheeks on the glass of the penguin exhibit. They pointed and jumped as a few penguins dived into the water, swimming elegantly with one another. One penguin hopped back onto dry land and shook off her feathers, splashing her fellow birds with droplets of water. Sean and Taylor stood back as they watched the two curious girls admire the animals, leaving kissy marks on the glass that they were sure a billion other kids had touched and kissed as well. Whatever to build their immune systems. 

Soon, they moved on to the otters that were a little ways away. They dove, carrying rocks and air bubbles popping off their fur, right on the glass. Mia and Ella tapped on the glass and ran around with smiles on their faces and their giggles filling the air as they tried to keep up with the fast swimming otters. Sean and Taylor sat on a bench, hand in hand, and admired their daughters, still wondering how they were able to create such beautiful little girls. 

“Hey,” Sean said nudging Taylor as they watch Mia trip and fall, only for Ella to stop and run back to her sister, helping her up and cleaning her off before they were both running around again, naming the otters silly things like ‘rock’ and ‘seaweed’. “What do you think about having another one?” 

“Yeah?” Taylor asked, peering at him from behind her sunglasses. “You think you’re ready for another 40 weeks of being pregnant?” 

Sean chuckled and brought her hand to his lips. “But seriously, do you think we could raise another one?” 

Taylor looked at Mia and Ella, who were now distracted by an ant on the ground and marched around him, arms pumping and they lifted their legs high. She shrugged and looked back at Sean. “We have screwed up on these two yet, I mean they aren’t dead. But we might get a surprise fourth one just like how we got a surprise second one.” 

“Hey, I wouldn’t want to have a surprise fourth one with anyone else,” he pulled her in and gave her a quick kiss. “So, you wanna start trying?” 

Taylor nodded, giving him a big grin. “I think five years of having these two brats around, we’re finally ready.” 

Sean chuckled as they both stood to gather the two girls and head on to the next exhibit.

#sean gayle #sean x mc #sean x taylor #kenna writes #my fics #playchoices #pixelberry

[xuseokgyu]

This might be the longest one yet.......... rip. i had some stories to tell.... :((

My job is to mostly to tell people when they make mistakes lmao. i work in document quality control ? for a manufacturing company, mostly check the inspection paperwork and certificates for the medical/surgical devices. and then have to be like this... is not right. fix this. currently have a lot of prototype parts going through which have some added requirements but also they keep changing the prints so then obviously the paperwork then changes and its just been annoying cuz its redo-ing a lot of paperwork.

yeah, that makes sense and that is part of it sometimes... i also think im just not in the mood for certain genres of music at times lol.

lol yeah it was so funny in the beginning she was watching some mv's and kept sending me screenshots of jeonghan with different hair styles with this message "who is this????" and every single time it was still jeonghan. i was just like lmao you should just assume that its jeonghan at this point. her defense was that he looks really different every time he changes his hair. she can recognize him now at least. the only other ones she can recognize currently are s.coups (her current favorite member overall) and vernon (her favorite rapper in their songs - she really like how vernon raps). shes more rap biased lol.

thank you.. you are only a little late lol my bday was the 11th. the last time i played bingo i spent $40 total over two days (80 games @ $0.50/game) and won zero. its a skill... i only got close to bingo (1 space away) like 3 times total. it was really tragic... at one point the lady sitting at the same table as us was just like wow... i haven't seen you even get three in a row since i've been here (which was like an hour).

We went to the same kindergarten, then i moved away and then i moved back in the 8th grade (i also have known the friend that is getting into svt for the same amount of time since she went to that same school, though her family are basically neighbors with my cousins family, and they are really close, so i saw her a lot more overall but wasn't super close to her until more recently actually, when we went to the same wedding (my cousin's) and starting talking again)

also to help this make more sense (as in why would they remember me lol) my graduating class size at that school was only 22 people, and my cousins also went to that same school. my dad went to that school, the english teacher there had taught my dad when he was in high school, its extreme small town vibes. people would literally just recognize what family i came from and just start talking to me. and i'd just be frantically trying to figure out who they were. like oh god oh god am i supposed to know who this is?? have i met this person before???

actually the wackiest thing is one of my friends from when i moved (big school), her grandma, i found out after we moved back to the small town, used to babysit my dad and her grandmas house was literally a mile down the street from us... you could see her grandmas house from our living room windows. i was just like what?? her cousins also then went to the same school as me. and then we fell out of touch but then ended up going to the same college. where she would be like "i saw you on campus today" and i was just like??? i did not see you, where are you? i haven't talked to you in like 3 years wtf?? i'm not in touch with her anymore but my younger sister is currently roommates with her younger sister in college lmao. oh other bizarre thing... one of my classmate's (from the big school) relatives bought the house we sold when i moved in kindergarten, and idk for some reason a few years after we moved we went back to the old house for something idk, and my classmate was visiting her family at my old house at the same time. we saw each other and we just stared at each other like what are you doing here?? we had moved like hour away (highway travel times) lol so it was just so random. (wow i hope these made sense lol)

the heat was worse in the beginning of summer i think... or i've just gotten used to it lol. there was all that smoke though that blew in from canada a bit ago though. but thats almost become a yearly thing now unfortunately. lol your weather sounds like how the weather is here sometimes - i live in minnesota, we are known for our wildly fluctuating weather. extreme highs and lows.

I love piano in music! I had to learn how to play piano as a kid... my grandma taught (most) of the grandchildren. i'm not very good at it tbh i never liked to practice and i havent played in years lol. we also learned how to play the piano/read sheet music when i went to the big school for music class for a year. I feel like if you are able to buy a little cheap or used keyboard it shouldn't be too hard to teach yourself if you wanted to start?? at least simple songs. I guess learning to read music would be the hardest place to start if you've never read sheet music before?? but thats what cheat sheets are for tbh. write the notes in, write them on the keys whatever works. we had a foldable note cheat sheet thing that went behind the keys and said the name of the note and where it was on the staff behind all the keys. when I was learning i'd be like b b b where is the b im looking for... ah here it is *ding* ok and now c ... c . c. ah ha *ding* and then repeat until you can play at a normal speed lol.

oh hands down its Oh My! best summer song lol i love Oh My! .... You Made My Day is also my fav album... what about you?

also what's ur favorite cold drink (#2)? picked this one cuz I have been buying myself bubble tea like once a week almost uhhh all summer lol the tapioca pearls at this place are so much better than other places i've been to and this place has cheese foam that i have also become obsessed with (tho thats very expensive its an extreme treat myself drink add-on lol) the blended mango with cheese foam... so good.... its like $7 though. today i got the normal mango milk tea which i hadn't had in a while cuz i'd been going through the various types of regular? milk tea (made with different types of black tea - i love black tea i have um a lot of tea i think i have like 15 different types rn). Otherwise I almost always have ginger ale in my fridge lol its great for a lot of things and also just to drink. love ginger ale... i just love ginger honestly.....

Is 1am and I should be sleeping but I wanna answer this before reveal day!!!

Best job description 😂😂 I feel like your job is one that can become automatic very easily so I can see how the changes can be annoying

SCoups and Vernon are definitely the ones with more distinctive faces, they were the ones I recognized better first, same for my father... he knows the names of all the members now but he still messes up the three Js hahah Jeonghan Joshua and Jun always take a while for him to recognize, sometimes Wonwoo too, which drives my sister crazy cause two of her three bias are there 😂😂

These small town vibes are so cool! I love that you have this community and managed to form long lasting friendships!! I basically had the same classmates for ten years and as soon as we graduated I lost touch... I made great friends at college tho The pandemic has been hard, we are respecting our health and haven’t seen each other personally since it all started, but I hope once we can meet again everything will go back to how it was between us

I had a situation sort of similar to yours at school too ahha My mom was and had already been a teacher (P.E.) at my school for years so all the staff and a looot of the older students knew who I was, but I had no idea who those people were hahah To this day almost everywhere we go together we will encounter some old student of hers...

Is so cool that your grandma did that! But I can see how it was more a task than something you truly wanted to do so you probably wouldn’t be very excited heheh I was part of a choir growing up and we had sheet music but our teacher never truly showed us how to read it, I know the basics but is literally like a toddler that just learned the alphabet hahah

Oh my! really is THE summer song I completely agree with you there!! I also absolutely loove the mv and whole comeback seemed really cool

Oohh I only had bubble tea once and I want to drink it again!! I only know of one place that sells it here, it is still a pretty new “concept” so there’s not a lot of shops around... And I never had ginger ale! I’m super curious about it cause I’ve heard it being mentioned in, like, tv series, but I don’t drink sodas so I don’t know if I would break my “diet” for a taste heheh My favorite cold drink is lemon iced tea, the ones we have here are really sweet and kinda “sparkling”? (I don’t know how to say it... is almost like a soda but not really 😅) Even during the winter, we drink it during weekends cause is a “special drink” hahahah not a Brazilian thing, just in my house

#hope you had a great weekend anon!! #super curious to reveal day 👀 #ask #anon #caratanonevent

[wolfypuppypiles]

I’m sorry, Tony: Chapter 5

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11596725/chapters/26542791I thought I was done with this fic but apparently not lol let me know what you think!? also WARNING! this fic is about a panic attack and I describe it in detail so if this is going to make you feel panicky you dont have to read it. Stay safe I love you guys

Peter slumped in his chair, less than enthused about his social studies class. He was fully healed, and itching to go on a Spider-Man mission, but Tony was still worried. 

A worried Tony meant being checked up on constantly, and his suit tracker fully functioning. Tony had even put a tracker in his watch just in case something happened when he wasn't in his suit. 

Peter would have complained about it being a breach in privacy but Mr Stark had saved his life and almost seen him die, so he figured he owed him some peace of mind. 

He wasn't the only one being over protective either, his Aunt May barely wanted him to go to school, and Ned was stuck to his side like a toddler on his first day of kindergarten. Of course, he appreciated it, he knew they'd been through a lot when he'd gotten hurt, and everything they did was out of love, but man, it was intense. 

Michelle interrupted his thoughts as she ruffled his hair with a clumsy hand. It was less friendly and more purposely annoying, and he frowned as she removed her hand to punch him in the shoulder with it.

He rubbed his shoulder as he grumbled at her. "What?" 

"You weren't at school for like, two weeks." Her tone indicated that she didn't care, or at least that she didn't want him to think she did. She took a seat beside him, dunking her books noisily on her desk. 

Peter rolled his eyes as Ned suddenly wrapped his arms protectively around him, squeezing him gently while he scolded M.J. 

"Don't hit him! Be gentle he's still hea-"

Peter shook his friend off and patted down his sweater, before slumping back to his desk. 

"Ned, I'm fine. I missed school ‘cause I was busy with the Stark internship.”

Michelle whispered to him as the lights dimmed and the teacher started up the screen at the front of the room. 

"Well you're lucky because we've been talking about nothing but the newest alien attack. There's been so many, I think we're used to it by now." 

Peter's heart jolted in his chest, and he sat up, suddenly paying attention to every word being said. "What?" 

She didn't look at him, just pointed to the front of the class, where the teacher was beginning to play camera footage of the latest alien attack. The one he almost died in. 

It was the first time he'd seen any videos of it, he didn't think there was any. After Tony told him what happened he hadn't wanted to see, and he'd decided not to ask newly repaired Karen for any details. But now it was playing out in bright sound and colour, and it was like all the air was sucked from the room. 

Aliens flashed across the screen as things blew up in the background. The footage was shaky, like whoever was filming had been running away as they took it, but there they all were, running amongst the monsters that sought to kill them. 

Cap’s shield flew across the sky, and multiple figures flew across the screen with it, charging at the onslaught of aliens. 

Ned nudged Peter with his elbow, whispering about how big the aliens were, but Peter couldn't respond, he couldn't breathe. All he could do was stare at the huge masses of terrifying bulk that he'd fought on that battle field. 

He hadn't been able to remember all of it, and what he could be chose not to think about, but there they were on the screen right in front of him, huge and howling. He'd almost died. Those things had almost killed him and his friends. 

Ned’s elbow stopped poking him, turning into a hand that gently gripped his shoulder. 

 "Peter? Are you okay?"

 The person holding the camera screamed, as things exploded around them, and suddenly the screen was full of Tony. His mask hiding what Peter knew to be a worried face, as he picked up the civilian and flew them further away from the fight. His voice was hard anger, wrapped over fear and worry. 

 "Get out of here! Get to safety!" 

 Peters heart jolted in his chest, as his mind threw images at him. But they weren't the ones in the screen before him. 

 These were memories, and they were sharp and hot, and he flinched in his chair as he was assaulted with them. 

 An image of Tony hovering above him, face crumpled in grief, his own mouth tasting of copper as he mumbled apologies. 

 His heart beat so hard in his chest, that he lifted a hand to press against it, fingers burying themselves in his sweater. He felt as if he were having a heart attack, each pounding of his heart transporting him between past and present, snapping him between flash backs and reality.

 Boom. The classroom was dark and the sounds of the battle echoed off the cold floor, explosions and screams from both human and alien fighters. 

 Boom. Mantis' warm hands on his temples, her huge eyes hovering above him as he screamed. The agony was overwhelming and he was made of pain.

 Boom. He was on the floor and Ned was gripping his shoulders as he tried to suck in just one breath. 

 Peter couldn't take another jolt. He couldn't face another memory. It was too much and he was drowning, suffocating, he was going to die. Shaking legs ached as he tore from the room, running out into the brightly lit hall, and finding the first empty room he could find. Clammy fingers locked the door and found his ears to block out the noise. 

 Peter stumbled to the middle of the empty room, as his teacher and classmates pounded on the door. His knees buckled as another memory flickered to life in his head, nurses and doctors and strangers surrounding him, poking him, and pressing down on his chest where it hurt the most. 

 Another scream pierced the air, as Peters throat tore apart. His eyes were clenched shut as he pressed his hands to his ears, rocking on his knees on the hard floor, and just begging for someone to help him breathe. 

 It felt like he was on that ground for so long. Kneeling there, in an eternity of pain and fear, and hot tears falling down his cheeks.

 His trembling mouth mumbled apologies, and he couldn’t keep track of how long he’d been on the floor, begging for Tony to forgive him.

 “I’m sorry, Tony. I’m so sorry, please, I can’t do this. Help me, I can’t…I…Tony…Please, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

 Suddenly, glass broke and fell, raining down somewhere close by, but Peter only flinched, unable to defend himself from whatever had just broken into the classroom. 

 Metal pounded against the floor, vibrating peters shoes as he sobbed. And then that voice that he knew so well, close to his ear and as comforting and gentle as he'd ever heard it. 

 "I'm here Peter, you're okay kid. You're safe, I promise but you have to breathe." 

 A firm finger lifted his chin, but he kept his eyes closed and his hands over his ears as his shallow pants whistled through his teeth. He didn't want to see anymore, he didn't want to relive that pain again. 

 The voice came, as Peter shook his head. "Come on, Pete, you're safe, just take slower breaths." 

 Peter whimpered as sobs wracked his body, constricting his chest, and making it even harder to pull in air. If he didn't breathe soon he'd pass out. 

 "Dammit. I'm sorry kid, this will pinch a little.”

 A click and a pain in his arm, sharp and quick. He whimpered at the jab, and pulled his arm away, hands falling from his ears, and eyes opening to see Tony, kneeling in front of him, with a worried expression.

 Peter’s breathing was slowing down significantly, and his heart calmed from its thunder. He was exhausted, and slumped as he blinked at that face in front of him.

 “Tony?”

 The man nodded and took Peter’s arms gently in his hold, looking him over for any damage and sighing when he found none.

 “You’re okay, everything’s all right. You just had a panic attack, a pretty bad one, so I gave you something to help calm you down.”

 The teenager nodded, sitting heavily on his haunches, and let out a sob.

 “I couldn’t make it stop. The images-they just kept on coming. And it hurt so bad and I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do.”

 Tony’s chest ached for the kid. He was back in school, he was safe, he was supposed to be focusing on being a regular kid again. It wasn’t fair.

 But here he was, sobbing on the floor of an empty classroom, body sagging to the floor from the weight of the sedatives Tony had injected into his system. He couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t pretend like it didn’t hurt him or like he didn’t care.

 He wrapped his arms around the kid and pulled him into a hug, holding the back of Peter’s head as he sobbed into his shoulder. This kid had been through enough.

 “You’re okay, I got you. Just breathe, kid. I’m here, you’re safe now.”

 Peter’s arms were tight around Tony’s waist and he shook with every gasping breath. He shook his head. “No, it was awful. You were…you almost…and then there was just so much pain. It wouldn’t stop and when it finally did I was all alone. I can’t…I can’t do this.”

 Tony clenched his teeth, holding the teenager tighter as he spoke, voice firm but laced with a softness that he reserved for a select few.

 “Yes, you can, Peter. You’re okay, and I am too. We’re safe, no one’s coming to get you here. I won’t let anything happen to you, ever again.”

 It took a little while for Peter to calm down, but it was easier with Tony there, and the sedatives numbing his brain. Finally, he sucked in a shaky breath and let go of his mentor.

 Tony sat back, watching Peter’s face as he wiped his eyes, head dipped low in embarrassment. His voice was quiet, like a child’s.

 “I’m sorry.”

 Tony couldn’t help himself, he tried to be as casual as he could while brushing Peter’s fringe away from his face with a gentle finger. “You don’t have to be sorry. Remember when I said everyone gets nightmares? We get this too.”

 Peter lifted his face, eyes wide and trusting. Tiny offered him a reassuring smile.

“I know it’s hard. It’s the part of being a hero that no one tells you about, but if you want to keep being a hero, and keep helping people, then it’s all worth it right?”

 A knock on the classroom door made Peter turn, and he ducked his head once more, cheeks red. His teacher, and all his class mates were standing outside the door, staring. Ned and MJ looked worried but Peter couldn’t feel anything but small.

 “Everyone saw.”

 Tony shrugged, getting his phone out as Peter rubbed at his eyes, tiredly. “And I broke a window. Don’t worry, I’ll have everything fixed and explain the situation to your teacher.”

 Huh, he had broken a window. The Iron Man suit was just standing, waiting amongst the smashed glass on the floor. Tony must have flown through it to get to him.

 The teenager made a face, one between confusion and apprehension. “You’re going to tell them Spider-Man had a panic attack in class?”

 Tony smiled just a little, tapping at his phones screen.

 “No, I’m going to make up an excuse that explains this while also making you look cool enough that your class mates will leave you alone about it. Happy will help you to the car, you’ll probably want to sleep this whole thing off.”

 Peter hadn’t noticed the car waiting outside, but there Happy was, walking through the debris to gently take the boys arms and help him off the floor.

 He didn’t look as grumpy as he usually did, he actually looked a little concerned as he supported Peter’s weight and looked him over for damage.

 “You okay? Rough day at school huh?” The sedative made Peter feel sleepy and a little wobbly, so he just nodded and accepted Happy’s help to the car to lay down.

 Tony watched the kid curl up in the back seat, making himself small as possible. He felt a little better when Peter accepted a juice box from the other man, mouth forming something akin to a smile.

 The teacher knocked on the door again, and Tony sighed in annoyance as he got up and unlocked the door.

 “Mr Harris, isn’t it? Peter tells me you do great slide show presentations. Would you mind if I talk to you for a moment?” He led the man away from the group of kids as they all stared, being sure to make it far away enough that it wouldn’t be obvious he wanted them to hear.

 The ruffled social studies teacher didn’t seem to know what to say, stuttering a few words before Tony interrupted.

 “Well, he just started freaking out and I-  it was just a clip and-“

 “Yes, Ned called me and told me what happened, that’s why I’m here. I’m sure you know about Peter’s involvement in an internship at my company, and…when that attacked started, Peter was with me. We were driving to one of my labs when those things attacked the car. He pushed me out before we were crushed but he was hurt very badly. We almost lost him.”

 A few gasps came from the kids gathered behind them, and Mr Harris let out a breath of disbelief himself.

 “That’s why he was away for two weeks?”

 Tony nodded solemnly, and leant closer, as if confiding in the man. “He took a little while to recover, but the whole experience was hard on him, so if you could keep him away from anything about those attacks, I’d appreciate it. His Aunt May and I have been trying to keep it away from him, but it’s everywhere.”

 The teacher nodded and pointed out the shattered window, where the car waited for him.

 “Of course. You’ll take him home? Will he be okay?”

 Tony nodded and tapped at his phone, sending the Iron Man suit flying off back home, as kids took pictures.

 “Yeah, he’ll be okay, he’s a tough kid. I’ll take care of him till his aunt finishes work. And I’ll pay for that window. Anyway, I have to get going, it was nice to meet you.”

 Mr Harris accepted a handshake before Tony turned to Ned, the whole class watching in awe as they completed a simple, yet secret, handshake.

 “Thanks for calling me, Ned, and uh…visit Peter after school? He’ll want to talk about what happened. I’ll see you at Aunt Mays for family dinner, all right?”

 Ned nodded, face brighter than an arc reactor at the public display of friendship from Tony Stark, in front of his whole class.

 Tony smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing. But the kid deserved it, he’d called Tony as soon as Peter started freaking out, so he figured he owed him one.

 The stares, whispers, and occasional camera flashes, did not escape his notice as he left through the same window he’d come on through, but he didn’t care. Peter was almost asleep as he lay curled on the back seat of the car, and Tony patted his arm as he took the seat next to him. He was lucky it was a limo or they’d never fit.

 Peter’s sleepy eyes blinked sluggishly as Tony placed his jacket over him, and his words were quiet in the lush vehicle.

 “Thanks for saving me again.”

 Tony smiled, not looking at him as he brushed the teenager’s hair back. “Anytime, kid.”

 (let me know what you think? And I will be trying to get all my prompts done really soon you guys are the best!! Also this as well as the other chapters and all my works can be found on ff.net and ao3 in the links below 

 http://archiveofourown.org/works/11596725/chapters/26542791

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12584623/5/I-m-sorry-Tony

#whump #peter parker #tony stark #panic attacks #trigger warning #forced sedation #spider-man: homecoming