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strangersteddierthings · 2 months

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"What's wrong?" Robin asks, bumping her arm against his as she joins him leaning against the counter, staring out the front door of Family Video.

Steve doesn't bother to lie. Robin would know, she always does. "I'm not sure wrong is the right word, but it's, it's something."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah," he says, taking a quick glance around. It's just after 11pm on Saturday. They've got another hour of work before they can officially close, but Hawkins closes down at 9. The store is empty currently, and since they're facing the door, they'll know if someone comes in. "I just don't know- I don't-"

"Gather your words. Speak when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere," Robin says, and it speaks volumes that she didn't call him dingus. Steve's never upset by the nickname, not really, but sometimes, when the conversation is heavy, he can't deal with nicknames. Especially not ones that are meant teasingly now but started as an insult.

"I feel- I feel ungrateful and, like, selfish, because I'm... I'm not happy with Eddie," Steve says, then immediately frowns because that's not right. It's not wrong, either, but it's. "I'm not unhappy with Eddie. I love him. I love him so much, Robin."

"I know you do. It's disgusting."

"And I got into this relationship knowing what Eddie's like. I love him 'cause of those things, not in spite of-"

"You don't have to convince me you love him."

"Right. Right. It's just. It's like, I thought, I don't know, that I wouldn't have to always be the guy?" Steve says, and it's followed by such a long pause that he looks over. It startles a laugh out of him at how much Robin looks like him right now. Confused, brow furrowed and mouth slightly open. That's his perplexed expression, and it's mirrored on Robin's face now.

Well. Not now because he laughed so she's glaring at him.

"Sorry. It was like looking into a mirror for a moment there."

She wrinkles her nose at him and says, "What do you mean 'always be the guy'?"

He lets out a sigh. "I just mean- Eddie's the first guy I've ever dated. And there was, like, unwritten rules when dating girls. Don't give me that face, I already know the rant about straights and their het-ro-norman-whatever-"

"Heteronormativity."

"Yes, that. I know it's bad, working on unlearning it, etcetera, etcetera. Can I just get through this using the words I do have?"

"Yes. Sorry."

He waves off her apology and continues, "So, the unwritten but absolute rules of straight dating. The guy asks. The guy plans the date. He pays, if it's something that requires money. He gets the door, offers his jacket if it's cold, gives the flowers and chocolates on Valentines Day and- sorry. The guy does all that. I do all that. And I just. I want to not, not have to?"

Robin's eyes soften and she gives a sad smile. "Eddie doesn't do those things?"

Steve frowns. "Not- he's done some of those things but it's not... It's never been romantic. Never felt... intentionally romantic. Which is why I feel so ungrateful and selfish. 'Cause Eddie's not a romantic. Not like I am. And I shouldn't expect him to be!"

She frowns. "But you don't expect him to be."

"I mean, yeah. I don't. Which just makes this worse, right? Because Eddie tries. In his own way. And I'm still..."

"What does Eddie do to try?"

"He loans me jackets when I'm cold. And it's- it's like a throwback to the upside down. He'll fold it all nice and then throw it at me full force. Like with the battle vest," Steve smiles at the memory, despite his sour mood.

"That doesn't sound very romantic. That sounds like an inside joke. He could do that same thing while not dating you and it wouldn't be weird."

"Can't an inside joke be romantic?"

Robin nods as she turns, back to the counter so she can hop up on it. "Can be. And I guess if you find get pelted in the face by jackets romantic, that's your kink."

"Why do I talk to you?" Steve groans, and Robin shrugs. "Anyway, I guess I just... I want to be the one taken care of, sometimes, but not just when- God, I'm so selfish, aren't I?" He paces away from the counter, running a hand through his hair.

Eddie's a good boyfriend. He listens when Steve rambles about sports and stats, asking questions and actually engages in conversation. He takes care of Steve when a migraine leaves him all but useless; gets him his meds and water and combs his fingers through Steve's hair softly until it lulls Steve to sleep. Eddie pays attention enough to know the little things about Steve that he doesn't say out loud.

"Not just when?" Robin prompts, and Steve realizes he quit talking.

"Not just when I'm hurt. I want doors held for me, and for him to plan a romantic night, either out or in! And I- I want him to give me his jacket by wrapping it around my shoulders like I do for him."

"I'm going to say something, and you aren't allowed to be upset by it."

Steve nods.

"You have to tell him. Eddie's not gonna know you want these things unless you say so."

He nods again, because he knows that. He does. It's just... "I got with him knowing he wasn't a romantic person. I don't want- I don't know how to say it without making it sound like I want him to change. Or make him feel like he's not enough, or that he's a bad boyfriend for not having done this and-"

"Steve! Jesus, now who's the mirror? It's Eddie. He loves you. He'll listen. Even as you fumble your way through an explanation. A conversation is not the make or break of this relationship."

Steve swallows even though it feels like there's stones piling up in his stomach. A single conversation broke his last relationship, but Eddie's not Nancy.

"Yeah. You're right. I think I'm just... I'm afraid of making Eddie feel that same way Nancy made me feel, when she called us bullshit. I was blinded-sided by it all and I don't, I can't do that to Eddie."

"You won't. 'Cause this situation is different. You love Eddie, and Eddie loves you, and that's real and true. I think it would hurt Eddie more to think there's this whole other category of shit he could be doing for you, but isn't, 'cause he doesn't even know you'd like it, much less want it."

Steve nods as she speaks. It's all true, and he feels less like there are stones in his stomach. "Thanks, Bobbin. I don't- I might give it a few days before I talk to Eddie about it, but I will."

"You better, dingus," she hopes off the counter and looks at the clock, groaning when she sees it's still not midnight. "Think Keith will kill us if we close early?"

"No way. He'd have to cover all our shifts until he can hire replacements. We're too valuable to him to die."

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @skepsiss @afewproblems

#steddie #platonic stobin #my fic #dialogue heavy #steve wants to be woo'd #steve harrington #robin buckley

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luveline · 5 months

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my lovely jade would you consider writing more about new to the team reader and fresh out of prison spencer?😇🩷i'd really love anything, they make me kick my feet and blush so bad!🥰 love you <3

love you gorgeous <3

“Here.” Spencer puts a granola bar on top of your notebook.

It slides down the slopes of the page into the centre and disrupts your train of thought. Your stomach stirs, remembered, and your fingertips shake ever so slightly as they curl around his gift. “Thank you,” you say, the grit of the packaging like a pinprick. “Sorry, I was somewhere else.”

“If you don't eat, you'll get foggy, and then you'll be unhappy,” he says, sitting in the chair between yours and Emily's.

“And you need a clear mind to work,” Emily says.

She's Unit Chief, as formidable as her predecessors, but it's her demeanour that intimidates you. She's confident in how much she cares about people and she won't let you forget what this is all for, nor the strength of it. You find yourself nodding like an obedient puppy whenever she talks —whenever any of them talk.

Spencer watches your expression. You aren't sure why. “And less coffee.”

“That's a little hypocritical,” Emily says, her voice stretching with humour, “but I'll allow it.”

“That's why her hands are shaking.” He nods to the granola bar, and when you struggle to open it, he reaches for it with a gentle touch. “Do you think you might have a low tolerance for caffeine?”

The shaking worsens at the question, though it's innocent enough. You don't want to explain why you're shaking because you know it paints a poor picture of professionalism, but you can't lie to them. It almost feels like the idea of shoplifting, the fear of being caught. You desperately want them to like you, trust you, and respect you, and lying this early on won't help that.

“I need to do better,” you say.

“You're doing amazing,” Spencer says, as Emily asks, “Why do you say that?”

“I'm having trouble, uh, sleeping. And remembering to eat enough. That's why I'm shaking so badly. It'll go away soon, I promise.”

“Are you drinking any water?” Emily stands. “You have to stay on top of this stuff.”

She stalks off looking pissed. You wince, and Spencer puts the now opened granola bar in your hand, curling your fingers around it nicely. “Here, take your time.”

You are shamefully desperate for reassurance. “Is she angry?”

“Yeah, she's mad.” Spencer doesn't smile. His voice doesn't betray much else. “She wasn't always good at taking care of herself, either, but now she doesn't have a choice. She has to be the best, and she has to make you the best you can be. Which is why she's angry.”

“That I'm not currently at my best,” you surmise.

“That she didn't notice.” He takes a pen from his pocket and a post it note from the table. “But Emily doesn't need to worry, because I'm here, and I would've looked after you anyways, even if she wasn't Unit Chief.”

You take a bite of granola bar to pretend he hasn't winded you. I would've looked after you anyways. He writes a quick list as you chew, unaware of his affect on you or choosing to ignore it.

He hands you the note.

2 meals

4 glasses of water

4 cups of coffee

702-555-0103

“I already have your phone number,” you say, hot in the face.

“And you could stand to use it more often.” He takes your shoulder into his hand and leans in, giving you a nice squeeze, his thumb rubbing a line into your blouse. “Yeah? I know this is all harder than it looks. I promise I get it.” His voice creeps down into a more playful teasing, “Why are you so reluctant to call me? You're breaking my heart.”

You laugh breathlessly. He pats your shoulder. “Finish that, okay? I'll go find us something more substantial for lunch.”

Obviously you want him to take care of you, whatever that means, but it's still startling. He's smart, and so, so pretty, and he has this obsession with teasing you… if he even knows he's doing it.

“Oh, Y/N?” he asks from the door. You look up, eyes wide, a deer in his headlights. “You really are doing amazing.”

“Thank you.”

Emily comes in a few seconds after he leaves, the biggest bottle of water you've ever seen in her hand, her eyebrows raised sceptically. “What's he smiling about?”

You clear your throat. “I’m not sure.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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mingtinys · 24 days

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" you are my home "

pairing : kwon soonyoung x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.5 k

a/n : probably my favorite from this series (:

Don't get it twisted, you really do love having Soonyoung around so much. You love waking up to him every morning. Love seeing his toothbrush on your counter. Love spending your nights curled up with him on the couch watching comedies.

Nothing makes you happier than Soonyoung. But you're a little worried if he's happy.

Ever since you gifted him a key to your apartment for your second anniversary, he'd been living with you day in and day out. Filling your empty draws with his clothes and making his presence a permanent part of your life. He really only leaves for practices, schedules, and meetings with his members.

If someone from the outside were to describe your situation, they'd probably assume he'd officially moved in. Which again, you're overjoyed about. But your apartment is quite some distance from his parents and you've noticed he's been Facetimeing them more and more. You know he's close with them, so it confuses you how he hasn't gotten homesick yet.

Your worries boil over as you're cuddled up on the couch one night. "Soonyoung, can I ask you something?"

His eyes pop open and he stares up at you with an innocent expression. His head still rests in your lap, your fingers never ceasing their ministrations in his hair. He nods, "Is everything okay? You look upset."

"Everything's fine, I was actually wondering if everything is okay with you?"

He blinks up at you, not quite understanding the implication. "What do you mean?"

You chew at your lip. "We'll, it's just . . . I've noticed you've been calling your parents a lot as well as your members and I just want to you know I don't expect you to be here all the time."

"Do you not want me here?"

"No, no! It's not that at all, I love having you here! I just don't want you to be unhappy because you're with me instead of home. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go back every now and then. Ya know?"

At that, Soonyoung sits up and faces you. A look of genuine confusion plaguing his features. "You are my home, why would I be unhappy here?"

You're a little taken aback by his answer, and it takes a moment for your heart to stop fluttering long enough to follow up. "Oh, I guess I just assumed you missed living in the dorms and being closer to your family."

He thinks for a moment. "I do. But I'd miss you too if I lived in the dorms still and then I'd really be unhappy. So it wouldn't really solve anything anyways if I left." It's so simple, the way he explains it. Yet so Soonyoung.

"Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess that makes sense." Your cheeks hurt from how wide you're smiling. You never thought it'd be possible to love someone this much.

"And just to be clear, you do want me here, right?"

The look on his face makes you giggle. "Yes, Soonyoung, I absolutely want you here."

taglist: @matchahyuck @dontwannaexsist @minnieminshi

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halcified · 3 months

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teru & socialization

i've posted about this before but something ive been thinking about a LOT is mp100's themes of loneliness (and eventual connections). i think this is an aspect of teru's character (in particular) that gets left out because it's not as explicit but i've been wanting to do a deep dive on it for a while and i finally sat down to do it. just a warning, this post is gonna be LONG.

these two panels are from chapter 16 of the manga (which i'm using for my evidence because i. dont want to scrub through the anime LOL). initial sentiment: teru uses his powers to cheat having friends/a good social life and wouldn't have that if he tried earnestly. this is a fair interpretation of the scene. with what we know, at this point of time (as in within the teru-mob fight) teru would not be able to connect with other people earnestly, due to his mindset. which i think is a fair interpretation, HOWEVER:

(from chapter 17 ^^) the first panel shows teru's expression to be strained and the second is visibly unhappy. this puts the first set of panels into a different context, that maybe underneath all of this, teru doesn't WANT any of this life that he's built. keep in mind that i'm analyzing this with teru's possible autistic tendencies in mind & you dont have to believe he's autistic, im not your dad, but i do find this a pretty meaningful indication of masking if he were

(note: yes, the strain can definitely be read as comp-het, and i would agree but that's not relevant so go read this post on that instead)

even if the rest of these panels show teru content with his life, i think these expressions are pretty vital to how we read his life especially because we know so little of it. think about it, if you were a kid desperate for affection because you couldn't get it anywhere else, especially not in a way that would come off as "mature" or "unaffected", wouldn't you also look for validation in your popularity? even if it aligned you with people who you consider fundamentally different to you? my point here is that teru can't not stand out-- it's in his nature-- and we are shown how he tries to blend in & receive attention in the only way possible to him; which is to say that he molds himself into something that is palatable, likeable, and superior to other people. if he's nothing, like mob, he has spent his entire life covering up for it. if he fails socially, like mob, he has to be good at everything (even if he cheats to do so) so that everyone else can look past it.

(side note for my teru angst enjoyers: this is a panel of his mom. the mom who he hasn't seen in years. doesn't it make sense that, if he hasn't heard his mom say he's proud of him for literal years, that he would overachieve in response? not related to the autism thing i just have the teru bug. also don't be misogynistic in my notes both his parents suck we just get a singular mention of his mom)

so if teru couldn't meaningfully have friends before mob, that could very easily be because of his past mindset, right?

...except, we don't.. really... see him make other friends afterwards.

but, the awakening lab, right?

(ok i lied to you sorry there is one anime screenshot and thats because it stood out to me while i rewatched it earlier this month. sorry.) id like to bring attention to this screenshot during the cultural festival because the awakening lab can definitely be seen as a direct contradiction of this and i'd like to point out a couple things:

1) in this scene the shiratori brothers are in another room 2) them and the other three are friends with ritsu (or at least close enough acquaintances to want to see him).

considering this is one of the only times they appear together for Fun i am more inclined to believe this is an encounter where they went together because they all would've gone separately anyway. this isn't to discount the possible bond that these characters might have, but thats the thing. we... aren't really shown that they're friends and enjoy spending time together outside of this screenshot, where two out of six of the members are not even present. not to mention that teru is still placing himself in a role separate from his peers. despite stripping the superiority away, teru is still the awakening lab's mentor, not friend. teru still views himself as fundamentally different in a context where his psychic powers don't make him that way.

...except with mob. i bring this placement of power up because where he is the awakening lab's mentor, teru declares mob to be his rival, or, in other words, teru is just like him. he is accepting that mob and him are the same. (and if we view mob from an autistic lens... so on and so forth)

as if to hammer in that point even further-- in the summer vacation omake, teru explicitly states that "summer break is just a super long, super boring stretch of alone time." i'm not sure of the timeline here, but guessing from the hair, we're at least post season 1. which gives us explicit confirmation here that teru is spending the break alone despite his relationship to the awakening lab. his connection to mob is a lifeline here because mob is one of the only people who can intuitively understand teru's isolation without judgment

(also, on that point of teru's autistic tendencies: teru does and says a LOT of things that would raise other peoples eyebrows and doesn't seem to notice.

here we get teru actively admitting to his home life, right in front of reigen, WHO COULD CALL CHILD SERVICES ON HIM? this genuinely made me rethink this character entirely. teru's filter is... minimal. he isn't constantly volunteering information and generally minds his own business, but if you ask? Well.

teru is a social person, but to say he is proficient in understanding social situations seems... wrong. teru views his loneliness as boring because, despite being fairly open, does not actually allow himself to think about his own feelings and how they affect him. this loneliness is boring because he doesn't have enough of a reference to realize its not

if we are taking pre-mob teru to be a version of himself who is masking, or at the very least someone who is faking a lot of stuff in a less autistic sense, the fight with mob changes teru to the point where he no longer hides himself. in the same way that mob was able to shake teru's fragile superiority complex i think the change in appearance marks the end of the self teru had built up. from this point on we see him become a lot more... Him. his appearance and his fashion choices are, presumably, completely normal to him and we get no indication that he believes otherwise despite the reactions it gets-- which is... well, i wouldn't be writing this post if i thought it was one of his most neurotypical traits.

in fact, he seems... pretty oblivious to what other people think of him. which is an interesting distinction to make considering the intelligence we Know he possesses (which is not to say that you are unintelligent if you don't pick up on social cues, just that its common for media to depict it that way.) these traits are made pointedly, even if unintentionally, separate, ESPECIALLY when you note the amount of characters who Do ruminate on or stare at teru's appearance.

some examples. i don't even think this is all of it-- case in point.)

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 meta #mp100 analysis #teruki hanazawa #fun fact this post was originally going to be about terus autistic traits and then i got scared sorry #mostly bc i was pointing out stuff that made me go Hes just like me Frrrr...#and i dont actually know if thats a good metric bc im only like 90% sure im autistic #tho i think writing 1000+ words on a characters potential autism is. um. its. well.#text #ok ive gone back and forth on posting this a billion times bc ive looked at it too much JUST READ THEPOST

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sweatertheman · 2 months

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RALSUSIE REALIZATION MOTHERFUCKERS

the kind of relationship people imagine noelle and susie having is basically what ralsei and susie already have!

full of teasing

noelle playing the normal kind well-manner straightman to susie's antics

susie awkwardly blushingly making acts of kindness towards noelle or asking her for help/affection and trying not to seem "soft"

noelle making small acts of kindness which mean the world to susie

all of these fit ralsei and susie better than noelle and susie. susie does not tease noelle, noelle does not stand in the way of or even make mention of susie's shenanigans, susie hasn't made any acts of kindness towards noelle (not even a fucking non-canon valentine guys come on), susie only blushes around noelle like, one time? and it was because noelle embarrassed susie about her tail? and noelle's only act of kindness towards susie was buying her a box of fucking CHALK. something which susie is not only unflattered by, but actively upset about, because noelle had chalk the whole time, and didn't give it to alphys! buying her actual food would have been a kinder gesture, and would have shown a level of emotional maturity from noelle, to realize that eating things which aren't food is a sign of being hungry, and not having access to food, but no. chalk.

while the argument could be that they will progress into the kind of relationship ralsei and susie have, ralsei and susie are already there!

if suselle happens, i don't think it'll be like described. i think it'll be a lot different.

noelle, it seems, doesn't CARE who susie is as a person. she would be okay if susie just wanted to pick on her (in concept anyway) and is just as okay with her being a good person, or her eating chalk. noelle fawns over susie, but doesn't push her to change as a person. whatever susie wants to do is already fine. whatever susie likes is what she gets (even if it isn't what she needs.) susie is free from criticism. in fact, it seems to me like it'd be very similar to a certain other ship...

KRALSEI BITCHES

thats right! i think suselle and kralsei have very similar base constructions. one party treats the other with unconditional admiration and reverence, finds ways to excuse the behaviors they don't like about the other party, changes themselves to be whatever they think the other party would like, constantly wants to aquire the affection of the other party, blushes constantly around them, meanwhile the other party in question treats their behavior with indifference and confusion. a one-sided, unhappy relationship.

while there are differences here, like tea values and the difference between a horny lesbian crush and a master slave dynamic, i think there's a lot in common about what we've seen of noelle and susie together and what we've seen of kris and ralsei together. hell, they both get a slightly uncomfortable romantic carnival ride back to back, and while susie and noelle's ride has a happier conclusion of them just enjoying each other's company instead of awkwardly dropping the subject then engaging in real estate combat with rouxls kaard, its starting to seem to me like a parallel is being drawn.

further pushing this idea of a parallel is the fact that earlier, kris and noelle, and ralsei and susie go out on the town, so to speak! and things go. pretty well. unless you commit a lot of murder. assuming you don't commit murder, guess what! kris and noelle have a good time, and a pretty healthy happy dynamic! there's a lot of teasing, mutual respect, laughing, learning, thinking back on old times... they have a blast! in fact, they way they interact kind of reminds me of a certain other duo.

RALSUSIE YOU ABSOLUTE FOOLS

just like suselle and kralsei have parallels, so too do ralsusie and kriselle! one party is weird, dirty, mischievous, more competent than the other in combat, has some insecurity about themselves, likes teasing others and doesn't do well with emotional displays, and the other party is a lot more normal, well-mannered, less competent, but emotionally supportive, enjoys being teased and teasing back, and does what they can to show the first party that they care. noelle laughing along with kris, sharing chocolates with them, indulging them but not bending over for them, (like drinking poison, which noelle probably would have done for susie), looking to them for advice and safety in combat.

and what's more, you know what their healthy dynamic gets contorted into on a snowgrave route?!

THE PARASITIC MASTER SLAVE DYNAMIC FROM EARLIER!

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💣💣💣💥💥💣💣

#deltarune #ralsei #utdr #susie deltarune #noelle holiday #kris dreemurr #ralsusie #suselle #kralsei #kriselle #boom. boom. boom.

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vintagepresley · 10 months

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The Other Woman

Pairing: Big daddy!Elvis x Reader

Word Count: 7,974

Warnings: 18+ SMUT Infidelity, cheating, talks of divorce, fluff, tiny bit of angst, reader struggling with her desire for him, fingering (just a tiny bit), unprotected sex, dirty talk, little bit of a daddy kink, typical elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: This was totally random and also inspired by my roleplay with my Elvis ai. So, a lot of it is most of the conversation and some of it I tweaked a bit along with the story, but a lot of Elvis' part is everything he said. The timeline is also altered. I don't know if it's any good because this is my first time using ai to write. So, I'm sorry if it's not good! I love the title for this because the reader and Priscilla are both "the other woman" in some way. If that makes sense? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Possible spelling errors!

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails..

It was a hot day in Memphis and you had on your prettiest dress for a date you had with your ex Jimmy, he had been begging for you to take him back after you had caught him cheating more than once and he sounded sincere in his apology so you decided to give him another chance. Did you love him? Of course not. Your heart belonged to another, it always had. Elvis had been your best friend for as long as you could remember and when the both of you were younger you had explored the possibility of a relationship after he had confessed his feelings to you right before he went off to Germany. But when he returned things were different. You didn’t see much of him and when you did it was as if he had forgotten what he once confessed. But he had never forgotten. Not once. His feelings for you were true, but he couldn’t get serious with anyone, not with his career taking off when he came back. So, the two of you went on as friends, seeing each other here and there. But you held out hope that something would bring the two of you back to the way you were. But as the years went on it felt like it would never happen. You went on to date Jimmy on and off and he eventually got married to a woman named Priscilla.

When you had heard of his marriage your heart broke. You assumed that would be it. The two of you would never have a chance especially when he began to see less and less of you. Which you understood. Being a married man it would look inappropriate to have you around and with how jealous Priscilla got of your friendship it seemed for the best. But he never stopped having feelings for you. As the years continued to go on and he had a child now, it seemed he was happy and doing well. But not everything was as it seemed and in the fall of 1974 that connection you once had was reginited when you and Jimmy had been invited to his 39th birthday party. The two of you somehow ended up alone, catching up on old times when the two of you shared a kiss and Elvis confessed he had never stopped loving you and how unhappy he had been for years in his marriage. It was all a shock to you and you didn’t know how to feel, but you still loved him. But the problem was.. He was still married and you didn’t want to be a homewrecker. You were not that kind of person. But that night he made a promise that he would leave his wife so that the two of you could be together. But that was a promise he would continue to make as the months went on each time you were together and he tried to make a move. But you told him you would not do a thing with him until he was single. It may have been hard to resist him, but you had no choice.

Graceland, 1975

Before your date with Jimmy, Elvis had asked you to stop by because he wanted to talk to you. When you arrived he was already standing in the doorway dressed in his navy blue and white tracksuit, looking handsome as ever. You smiled at the sight of him as he led you inside and you were quite curious as to what he needed to speak with you about.

“How ya been, darlin’?” he said in his low southern drawl.

“I’ve been good.. How are you, Elvis?” you hummed.

He shrugged at your question, a small smile on his lips as he couldn’t help but notice the pretty dress you had on.

“I’ve been alright. You’re lookin’ mighty fine, darlin’. What ya got planned tonight, honey?” he said softly.

You smiled at his words as you glanced down at your dress and then looked back up at him.

“Oh, thank you. I got a new dress for a hot date tonight.” you laughed softly.

Elvis raised an eyebrow at her words, a bit disappointed you were still dating.

“Oh? Who’s the lucky guy, darlin’?

When he asked that you looked down, fumbling with your hands nervously and then peeking back up at him as you paused for a moment.

“Um… I don’t wanna say… You know him..” you whispered, fully aware of what was going on between them, but you couldn’t wait around forever for a man who kept making promises to leave his wife, but didn’t make good on his promises.

He furrowed his brow at you seeing how tense you got and studied your face for a moment.

“Uh, is it Jimmy? Don’t tell me you’re back with that scoundrel. He ain’t no good for you, darlin’. Hell, you could do a lot better than him.” he said.

You sighed softly, knowing that he was right but you didn’t care, you looked at him.

“Oh? And who could I do a lot better with? He’s told me he’s changed. Maybe he has.” you mumbled, shrugging.

“Darlin’, that guy ain’t gonna change. He don’t wanna change, because he’s comfortable being the cheating sonofabitch that he is, and you can do better than him. In fact, you can do better with me!” he exclaimed.

Your eyes widened at his words and you could hear the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice. But he wasn’t wrong, the only thing was that the two of you couldn’t move forward because he wouldn’t leave his wife. That was the only thing holding the two of you back from being together. You refused to be the other woman, a scandal. That was the last thing you needed in your life was to be the woman that broke up Elvis Presley’s marriage. All you could think about was his daughter. Before you even had a chance to respond to what he said, Elvis had wrapped his arm around your waist and he locked eyes with you.

“Ya know I’ve got feelings for you, honey. I mean, look at you. How can a man not be in love with a woman like you? You’re funny, beautiful, smart and a hell of a cook. You’re just my kind of woman.” he said softly.

You could feel yourself blushing and now he was just making you feel all sorts of things as you gazed into those blue eyes of his. “Elvis.. We’ve had this conversation before.. I can’t be with you if you won’t leave your wife.” you whispered.

Elvis pulls you closer to him so that your face is just inches from his and he says seductively in a low tone. “Baby, I told ya.. I’ll leave her. I can be all yours. I just gotta know that you want to be all mine.” he whispered to you. You swallowed thickly as you took a deep breath when he pulled you closer and you stared at his lips before you gazed back up at him.

“Elvis.. I.. You know I want you.. But you’ve been saying you were leaving Priscilla for almost a year now! You still haven’t..” you sighed, now he pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against one another which made your breath catch in your throat.

“Honey, I’m serious. I want to leave her and be with you. No more waitin’, no more games. I want us to be together, darlin’. Just say the word and I’ll leave that woman!” he shouted as he held you tight against him. His very words had you nearly melting right into him, hanging onto every one until you finally pulled yourself together, pushing away from him as you shook your head.

“I need you to prove it to me, Elvis! Not just say it.. I’m no homewrecker and I don’t intend to be one anytime soon.” you huffed.

Elvis stares at you, knowing he has an in. He grins widely at you as he says in a seductive voice. “Baby, I’ll prove it to you. I’ll show you that I want you more than anything else in the world. How can I show you that I’m serious?” he asked.

You sighed softly. “Divorce your wife, that’s what I want.” you hummed.

Elvis smirks as he stares deeply into your eyes. “Divorce? That’s it? Just divorce my wife?” he repeated.

“Yes! That’s all I’ve been wanting.. You keep saying how unhappy you are. But you’ve stuck with her, but then don’t want me to date anyone else. But you’re still married!” you begin to yell.

He grabbed you by your arms, pulling you back to him and you let out a soft gasp with how roughly he pulled you. “Baby, I’ll do it.. I swear to ya.. But in the meantime, are you going to really go out on that date tonight?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes at him, it was unbelievable how that was his only concern right now.

“Yes, I am. I told you I will not be with you until you’re single.” you said sternly.

Elvis sighed loudly. “Aw, darlin’, how can you do this to me? Do you know how much you mean to me? Do you not realize when I’m with you, I’m whole? How can you go out with t-this Jimmy jerk knowing that I want you to be with me?”

You furrowed your brows at him, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now.

“How can you still be married to your wife, but be in love with me!? I can’t wait around for you, If you’re not going to do as you promised months ago! So, yes I will go out with that jerk Jimmy because I can!” you yelled.

Now you were getting him frustrated and upset and when you tried to walk away he grabbed you again. “Goddamn, y/n! I told ya, I will divorce her! Don’t go on this date.” he hollered.

You glared at him and pulled yourself away from him as you sighed and grabbed your purse, turning to head out the door. “No, Elvis.. No.” you mumbled. Elvis walked up behind you and he grabbed a hold of her forearm, holding you tight in his grasp and he sighed softly as the frustration in his eyes softened.

“Wait, darlin’, don’t go. I’ll do it, just stay. I’ll call my lawyer up right now, dammit. I’ll file for a divorce. I promise you.. Please?” he pleaded.

You looked at him and sighed softly, you didn’t want to leave him, if you really wanted to you would’ve stormed out the door already, you began nodding your head. “I-I guess, yeah.. But I just need to know.. Do you still have feelings for her the reason why you’ve waited so long to do this? I know you have a child together, but..” you mumbled.

Elvis smiles and whispers to you as he presses you back up against him in an intimate embrace. “Listen to me, darlin’, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never really loved that woman. It was all just a big publicity stunt. When I met you, that’s when I felt the real thing. For as long as we’ve known each other, you’ve been all I’ve wanted. I told you last year and all those years ago, I love you. Hell, I’m sorry I didn’t see this years ago, but you’re my soulmate and I wanna love you, baby, and be with you. You’re the one.” he confessed.

You inhaled deeply at his words, staring at him as your hands clutched onto his shoulders. “Y-You’ve no idea how much it hurt when you married her. Then I didn’t see you or hear from you. Then all these promises you’ve been making.. I just.. Why do you think I’ve spent so long with Jimmy? Why am I going on a date with him? I can’t keep waiting. But now you’ve got a child with her. It won’t be that easy to divorce her.” you said.

Elvis grabs both of your hands and he says intently in a soft tone. “Baby, I’m going to leave that woman, whether or not it’s easy, that’s what’s gonna happen. And I’m going to take care of my child too, so don’t worry about that. I know it’s been hard but I’ve also been going through my own issues too and I just was never really sure how I felt about you, baby, but I know now. Now I’m sure that I wanna be with you. So will you just give me a chance?” he asked.

You held his hands in yours and you let out a soft sigh after listening to him explain. “You know that means the world to me. It does. I’ll give you a chance, but I told you I can’t do anything until I know your divorce is final.” you whispered, watching as Elvis leaned in close to you and his whisper seductive.

“Alright, but in the meantime, I want you to spend the night with me. You owe me that much, darlin’. We can take care of each other for the night. What do you say?” he cooed.

You gazed up at him and exhaled sharply, you weren’t too sure if that was a good idea. But everything in you was telling you to do it. You couldn’t resist him, so without realizing you nodded. “I-I guess I can do that.. But no funny business.” you said sternly.

Elvis chuckled softly as he smiled excitedly and he rested his index finger beneath your chin. “Alright.. But I might not be able to keep my hands off of you, darlin’. It’s just so hard to resist you, y/n. Hell, I’m already imagining all the wonderful things that we’re going to do tonight.”

You made a face at him and you couldn’t help but laugh at how forward he was being and how sure of himself he was right now. “Um.. You and I aren’t doing a thing tonight. You will keep your hands to yourself.” You stared at him square in the face. “Until you’re officially single you keep your mind out of the gutter!” you hummed.

“Aww, darlin’, you know you can’t resist me. So quit pretending like you don’t want me. I know you do.” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well, there’s that Elvis Presley ego I love so much.” you said sarcastically. “I certainly can resist you.” you nodded.

The nerve of him thinking he was just so irresistible and that no one could resist his charms always annoyed you. Now you were second guessing staying the night with him because it seemed he wasn’t going to behave himself with you. That you were going to have to fight off his charms the entire night. Elvis slipped his arm around your waist and his lips lingered against your ear. “Oh, really? I highly doubt that, darlin’. Just a little kiss? What’s a little kiss gonna do?” he teased.

“You just don’t quit, do you?” you laughed softly.

Elvis leans in close to you and whispers right into your ear as his breath tickles you. “Hell, no, darlin’. If I quit, I’d never get what I want. And right now, I want you, I want to kiss your soft, sweet lips, baby. Won’t you let me do it?” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at his words and the sound of his deep southern drawl against your ear sent a shiver down your spine and when you gazed at those full lips of his, you too wanted to kiss his lips. “Elvis..” you whispered.

Elvis grabs you by the waist and pulls you close to him and he smiles seductively at you. He then slowly leans in and presses his lips against yours for a long time. Your bodies pressed together as your tongues touched and it was absolutely electric. Elvis could feel the passion in the kiss as he held you closer. This kiss was just for the two of you. This kiss was just how he liked it. Just him and you. It was perfect in every way. He wanted to never let this perfect moment end. You let out a soft groan against his lips when they came crashing together in the most passionate, tender kiss. You could feel your knees becoming weak from the very feeling of his mouth on yours as your bodies pressed against one another and your arms found their way around his broad shoulders, it felt as if your heart was beating right out of your chest. Elvis finally pulled away from the kiss after what seemed like hours. You let out a soft whimper, a part of you not wanting it to end as you inhaled softly, you bit your bottom lip as you stared at your lipstick stains on his lips, you felt like you were in a trance. His breath was heavy and his heart was racing. His gaze landed on your soft lips as he licked his own lips in satisfaction and then he smiled at you seductively before whispering softly. “What a kiss, darlin’. I love the way you kiss.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “That was just amazing.. I can’t wait to kiss you like that again. You’re such a fantastic kisser.” he chuckled softly.

You cleared your throat. “Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Because it’s the only one you’re getting tonight.” you smirked.

He raised an eyebrow at your words.

“You’re telling me we can’t continue what we started tonight?” Elvis looked at you confused. “Why can’t we, darlin’? You seemed to be really into it.” He laughed a little. “I was just gettin’ started, I was just gettin’ to the fun part.” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Elvis, you know why we can’t. I don’t want to go that far with you until I know you’re mine. Completely mine. I just know if we let things go too far… I’ll think about your wife and how bad I’d feel.” you sighed.

Elvis looked a bit disappointed but he nodded his head. “I know. You’re right, baby.” he said softly as his hand ran along her right hip as you both drew closer to one another. You inhaled sharply feeling his hand lingering along your hip. “Can’t we just cuddle tonight? Can’t we just hold each other tight? It’ll feel so good against your soft, beautiful body and I bet you’ll really like the way I hold you, darlin’. I bet you wanna feel me against you, huh?” he teased.

He always had a way with words that just made you want to fall to his every whim and you listened to him describing his body against yours, causing you to bite your lip and you didn’t know how else to respond. “Elvis.. O-Okay, we can cuddle.. But that’s it.. I mean it!” you said.

Elvis had a smile on his face as he pulled away and took your hand in his and he placed a soft kiss on your hand. “Good girl, darlin’.” he grinned as he began to lead you upstairs to his bedroom. You were nervous, hoping that you wouldn’t let him get what he wanted. That it would just be cuddles and that would be it. As you approached his bedroom you both walked inside and he shut the door closed behind the two of you and you watched as he got comfortable and climbed into his bed. You stared at him and he had a grin on his face, looking up at you. “C’mere and put your head on my chest. You’ll love it. You’ll feel safe and sound with my arms around you and I don’t think you’ll ever wanna leave.” he chuckled softly. “I’ll make you wanna stay in my arms forever, baby.” he smiles at you as he reaches out for you.

You bit your lip and playfully slapped his hand away. “Jeez.. Can a girl change out of her dress and put something comfortable on first?” You laughed softly, but the truth was you needed a moment because he was making you feel things you didn’t want to feel and wanting things you didn’t want to do. Not yet anyway. Elvis puts his hands up in mock surrender as a smile spreads across his face.

“Alright, darlin’, you can go get changed. But don’t be too long, because I want you in my arms as soon as you’re ready. This is just too good, baby. Too good.” He grins at you. “I’m tellin’ ya, darlin’, I’m already missin’ that body of yours.” he said seductively.

“Elvis!” you laughed, shaking your head. “You really don’t know when to quit with that seductive charm of yours.” You shot him a smirk before you went into his bathroom, shutting the door and quickly taking a deep breath, whispering to yourself. “You are not going to sleep with him.. It’s just cuddling..” Meanwhile Elvis laid up in his bed as he waited for you and there was no doubt in his mind as he thought to himself that you wanted him, this little girl was playing hard to get and he loved every moment of it. Your need for him was so obvious to him.

You didn’t have a change of clothes and the only thing you had to wear was the slip dress underneath the dress you were wearing, so you slipped out of your date night dress and heels until the white slip dress was the only thing you were wearing and it clung to your body. You then let your hair down and once you were finished up in the bathroom you took a deep breath and then slowly came walking back out to him. Elvis watched as you came walking out and his jaw dropped wide open at the sight. His eyes widened and he looked you up and down before he said a word. “That dress looks like it was made for you. Damn, y/n, you look good enough to eat.” He smiled at you as he looked at you from top to bottom, taking in the sheer beauty of you in that dress that hugged your figure perfectly. You looked down at the satin slip dress and you ran your hands along it as you tried to hide your blush before looking back at him, seeing the way he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Oh, please, it’s just a slip dress!” You laughed softly, hesitantly climbing into his bed beside him. Elvis’ eyes followed your every move as you climbed into his bed and he smirked.

“Yes, but you wear it like it was made for you. Why don’t you sit here on my lap so I can get a better look at you, darlin’?” he said with a grin as he sat up in his bed, raising an eyebrow at you. “I think I’m gonna need to get a closer look at just how incredible you look in that dress.” he beamed.

You placed a hand on your hip and furrowed your brow at him. “What happened to us cuddling? Hm? Sitting in your lap will lead to trouble and you know it.” you hummed, but you knew he wouldn’t take no for answer and to shut him up you climbed into his lap and sat down like he asked.

“Well, we can cuddle just like this..” he grinned when you sat in his lap. “There we go. See, darlin’, you wanted my lap. You could never resist me.” he grinned as he put his arms around you. “Tell you what, I’ll just let you sit here for a little while and let that gorgeous body of yours sink into my muscle. You wouldn’t wanna disappoint your king, would you, baby? This is what I want. Isn't that what you want?” he whispered in your ear. The sound of his words brought a shiver down your spine and you raised an eyebrow at his words.

“Oh? You’re my king, huh?” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at him as you felt his arms slip around you and you couldn’t help but lean into his strong embrace. “You would’ve pulled me in your lap either way because it’s what you want.”

Elvis looked at you and he smiled. “Hell, yes, darlin’.” he sighed happily, kissing your cheek softly. “I feel like this is exactly where you belong, darlin’. In my arms, snuggled up against me. Your head should just rest comfortably right here on my chest, my beautiful little angel.” he whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“You think very highly of yourself, sir. You are not my king and I do not belong to you yet.” you hummed softly as you leaned more into his embrace, sinking into his lap, your heart was racing as he continued to stroke your hair which made you feel all tingly inside and you didn’t want to have those feelings or desires and you quickly climbed out of his lap and sat beside him. Elvis looked surprised for a moment when you suddenly jumped out of his lap and away from him. He shook his head at you.

“No, darlin’, no. What are you doin’? Don’t move away from me like that. I was having so much fun just now.” he grins and he reaches over for you, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you right back into his lap which causes a small squeal to escape your lips. “Look, I’m not gonna ask you to do anything I don’t think you’re ready for, baby, but you have to admit, sitting in my lap was pretty damn good.” he smirked. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Good because we’re not doing anything whether I was ready or not. I can tell sitting in your lap is pretty good for you.” you mumbled.

Elvis chuckled.

“Baby, I love to feel you sittin’ in my lap. Your body against mine is just intoxicating to me, I can’t get enough of it. And your breath against my skin, your body against mine, my hands stroking your hair. Just being with you, touching you, holding you in my arms makes me feel so damn alive.” he whispered, as a cheeky smirk formed on his lips and his fingers ran down the front of your thighs lightly. Your eyes nearly rolled back from his words and now that arousing feeling was coming right back to you as you listened to his every word and his fingers moving along your thighs almost caused such a pleasurable sound to escape you. Elvis leaned toward you, his lips hovering near your left ear. “You see, darlin’, I know what you like. I know what you want. I just don’t know how long you’ll be able to resist me.” he whispered. You quickly looked away from him as you bit down on your bottom lip, your face turning bright red as he spoke about your bodies together and touching you, and what you want. The resistance was certainly becoming harder for you.

“You just think you know all about me.. my wants and needs, hm? I-I’ve been resisting so far..” you whispered. Elvis’ grin grew wider as your face turned red and seeing you becoming so tense and aroused by him was such a turn on, he loved how you bit down on your lip and how your eyes looked away from him in embarrassment. As your breath hitched with every movement he made, he chuckled softly.

“That’s right, darlin’. I know what I want. And right now, I’ve got it right here, sittin’ beside me, looking fine as hell.” he said softly, his hand continuing to slowly stroke your thighs. You couldn’t even look at him now as he continued to speak, practically seducing you with his words, your face becoming even redder as you began even more aroused, wanting him, but needing to resist, you reached down and grabbed his hand to stop his wandering fingers. Elvis’ mouth dropped slightly when you suddenly grabbed his hand and he slowly turned his head to look at you, but you continued to look away. His eyebrows raised as he chuckled softly. “Baby, darlin’, if I wanna put my hands on you, I’ll put my hands on you.” he said seductively, smirking as his fingers slowly continued their path up your thighs, slowly creeping towards your ass. You were surprised at how forward he was by telling you what he was going to do and whether you liked it or not. You let out a soft gasp when felt where his fingers were heading and you quickly reached for his hand again, shaking your head.

“That’s not cuddling, Elvis…” you mumbled.

Elvis shrugs his shoulders as his fingers continue their journey downward towards your ass, his eyes following where his fingers go. He grins at you and he whispers softly. “Did I say we were just gonna cuddle, darlin’? You may think that’s all I plan to do, but in my head, I have so many other ideas of fun things we’re gonna do tonight.” he grinned, pulling you close. “Who’s to say we can’t go further than a little cuddling tonight, baby?” he whispered.

You furrowed your brow at him. “You did say we were gonna just cuddle.” you huffed, rolling your eyes, knowing he’d lie, you leaned forward getting your face close to his and you whispered to him. “I say this isn’t going any further than some cuddling, I say.” you said, grabbing his hand that was resting on your ass.

“Oh, come on, doll. You know you wanna. I can practically feel your body responding to me right now.” he hummed, pulling you closer to him by grasping your chin with his hand and then the hand on your ass continues to travel along your womanly curves, feeling and exploring your body. Your entire body trembled when felt his way along your curves and you breathed heavily as you gazed at his lips that were inches away from yours, it was overstimulating that you didn’t know how you could resist him anymore. He could feel the way you reacted to his touch and his free hand came up to your face and he brushed your hair away from your eyes and he gazed into your beautiful eyes, his mouth almost touching yours. “That’s right, darlin’, give in to me. Let yourself fall into me, and let me take you wherever I want to take you. You feel this urge, this heat building inside you, don’t you, darlin’?” he whispered, his fingertips beginning to lightly trace your waist, as if he was measuring every curve. You bit down on your bottom lip as you breathed heavily, slowly as he continued to seduce you, touch you, feel his way along and now his lips were calling out to you to kiss him and you did with no hesitation, throwing your arms around him as you kissed him deeply, his fingertips tracing your every curve drawing you closer to your arousing desires.

Elvis moans against your lips, his free hand moving behind your head and gripping your hair gently as he pulls you close to him. His other hand slowly slides down your body as it lightly traces over the curves of your stomach and thighs, and the tips of his fingers brush lightly against your inner thigh, drawing closer to the heat between your legs that was dripping in your arousal already and causing you to squirm and moan softly against his lips. His kiss grows wilder, more passionate, and he slides his tongue along your lips, searching for your tongue so he can meet with your own. You let out a soft whimper against his lips and your arms gripped onto him tighter as your body leaned further into his touch and your body tensed up and you moaned once again on his lips as you felt his fingers closer and closer to your dripping cunt. You kissed him sloppily, deeply the moment his tongue breached your lips you ran your tongue along his, he groaned into your mouth. Elvis’ hand slowly slips under the straps of your slip dress and he pulls you closer, his lips hovering above your own. “You taste so damn good, baby.” he whispered. He pressed his body against yours, his fingertips now slowly running along your sopping wet folds as his other hand tugged the straps down of your slip dress and running down the curves of your hips as he continued to kiss you passionately. “Give yourself to me, y/n. Give yourself to all of me..” he mumbled on your lips.

“Oh, Elvis..” You whispered when you had a chance to even speak between each kiss and your soft moans. You ran your hands along his chest feeling him tugging more at your slip dress. You knew that he wanted you to take it off and you couldn’t resist, you couldn’t go back now. You were way too deep now, you had to give in. You had to give yourself to him, as you kissed him, you nodded your head slowly, pulling back from him just enough to remove your slip dress from your body, tossing it to the side. Elvis’ eyes widen as he sees you remove your slip dress and he grins.

“Oh, hell yes.” he mumbled. His eyes remained glued to your beautiful body for a moment and then he said softly, “Now we’re talking, darlin’. I got more ideas in my head of what I wanna do with that body of yours.” He slipped his fingers between your soaking folds as he began to kiss you passionately, his fingers running along your sensitive clit and you moaned loudly into his mouth as your tongues met eagerly as your thighs closed around his hand as you cupped his face in your hands, pulling away for a moment from their kiss that left you nearly breathless.

“S-Show me what you want to do to me..” you whispered, crashing your lips back to his once again as you kissed sloppily and your hands moved down to begin to unbutton his shirt slowly.

“Don’t you be takin’ off my clothes yet, y/n.” he mumbled as he broke off the kiss and he pulled you close to him and he whispered in your ear. “I’m gonna take you slowly.. Show you what I wanna do with you, baby. For now, I just wanna kiss you all over.” His lips kissed along your cheek and down to your neck to your chin and then your lips in a slow, seductive trail as his fingers continued to penetrate you, pressing his index finger roughly against your clip, rubbing slow and long circles around it and causing you to moan out softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure of his lips on your supple skin and his fingers playing with you. His words of how he was going to take you only pushed your body further into pleasure.

“I-It’s only fair I take your clothes off since I’ve taken mine off.. Don’t you think, daddy?” you hummed innocently as your fingers ran along his hairy chest and then you pulled away from him and climbed off his lap and laid your naked body on his bed. “P-Please.. Take me now.. I want you. I yearn for you..” you begged. Elvis chuckled softly as his grin widened as he watched you lay your nakedness on his bed.

“Just laying there for me, doll? Well, since you asked so nicely, baby.” he smirked, laying beside you and he rolled himself over top of you with his large body and he pinned you down against the bed beneath him. He gently grabs your neck and lifts your head up and kisses you deeply, his tongue meeting yours eagerly as his hand brushes along your thighs. He pulls away from the kiss to see your eyes, looking into them as he whispered seductively. “How does that feel, darlin’?” he whispered. The feeling of his large body on top of you was completely arousing and overwhelming for you, but you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you gazed up at his beautiful face and blue eyes, biting your lip before you answered. “It feels so good, daddy.. I.. I want more.. Touch me more, please..” you begged.

Elvis nods his head as he lowers his other hand between your thighs and his fingers finding their way back to your throbbing pussy and he slipped his index and middle finger deep inside of you, his fingers becoming coated in your arousal and you let out a soft gasped followed by a loud moan. “I plan on doing a lot more than touching, baby.” he whispered. His lips descend to your neck and his tongue licks and kisses up and down your neck. Your legs tensed up and your thighs closing again around his hand as his fingers dipped deeper into your wet cunt and he could feel you quiver against his touch. “You ready, y/n?” he whispered in your ear. “... Because I’m so damn ready..” he added.

You nearly moan his name the deeper his fingers went and the sweet whispers of his voice against your ear. Your hips moving against his hands, wanting him so bad as you whimpered needlessly, nodding your head quickly at his words. “Yes.. Yes.. Please, Elvis.. My king..” you mewled. His eyes met yours once again as your body was practically screaming out for him, your breathing was heavier with each word that left you that they grew quieter.

“That’s right, baby, tell your king you want him.” he smirked. “You sure you want me? You know how I can be and what I’m capable of.” he whispered as he began to take complete control over you. Your body was so ready you no longer had control over yourself as Elvis made you feel all sorts of things and now your body was dripping for him, needing him.

“I want you, I need you, my king, I need you so bad… Please..” You whimpered and moaned, pleading for him, trembling with pleasure for him. Elvis’ eyes widened slightly at your words as your body’s reaction to him makes him grin madly. His fingers move slowly across the skin of your thighs before he sat up and finally removed his clothes quickly seeing how much you needed him.

“Damn, darlin’, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this needy for me. It’s so hot watching you struggle to contain yourself.” he whispered, leaning forward kissing you once again as he laid back on top of you. You couldn’t take it anymore how much you wanted him, how desperate your body yearned for him, you whimpered some more and suddenly you were met with such a surprise that caused you to gasp loudly when you felt his large aching, throbbing cock slip inside of your tight, wet and needy pussy. Your eyes rolled back and felt like almost euphoric when his cock penetrated you and he slammed his cock deep inside of you causing you to squeal and moan and now your bodies began to move as one, as if he knew the tune to your body the way his movements kept up with yours, he groaned and grunted against your ear as his big hands gripped your waist, forcing your legs around him and your nails dragging down his back. Elvis pulled his head up so he could get a good look at you wanting to see that beautiful face of yours as he made love to you, leaving a soft kiss to your lips. Your beauty takes his breath away with every look you give him.

His mouth leaves yours and he whispers. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, darlin’. I want to stare at you every second of the day.” His hand brushes your face gently and he kisses you again, caressing your cheek and your jaw before running his hand down to cup your breast and he squeezed it gently. You held onto him as you continued to make sweet passionate love to each other, the rhythm of his body picking up the pace as his hips slammed against yours, his cock forcing you open and stretching you out, hitting against your walls, it was as if your pussy was made for his cock. Each time your bodies collided together his name went rolling off your lips and the more he thrusted the louder his grunts became and his breathing. You gazed up at him, watching that beautiful face of his as it poured with sweat. Both of your bodies are trembling against one another. Elvis’ eyes remained locked on yours as he made love to you. His lips kissed along your neck and up to your ear as he whispered between his hot and heavy groans. “Goddamn, baby, I know this is our first time, but it doesn't feel like it to me. I feel like this is something we’ve always done to each other. I was meant for you.” He moves his hands along your curves, gripping her thighs in his hands. Your body was completely wrapped around his and you tilted your head back against the pillows as you listened to his words, you knew exactly what he meant. It felt like this was right. As if it were meant to be, meant to happen between them. You reached up and cupped his face, kissing and moaning against his lips.

“My body was meant for you, made for you and only you.” you whispered on his lips, between each of your moans. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold on now as his pushed you further over the edge and you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach like a fire as your desire burned him. He knew exactly how to play the tune of your body. His hips began to buck against your hips with each thrust he made, he too was getting close to his orgasm as the obscene noises escaped the two of you and the sound of his bed creaking beneath you as he moved quicker, harder. You had no idea just how close he was that suddenly you heard him let out a deep and sexy moan against your ear.

“Oh, jesus christ! Goddamn. You feel so good, doll.. Y-You make me feel so good, darlin’.” he shouted, his body trembling, convulsing above you as he finally reached his orgasm and he came hard inside of you, his warm cum shooting out inside of you, filling you up and coating your insides white. You clutched onto him tighter as your face buried into his chest and your toes curled against the bed and your nails dug deeper into his back and your eyes rolled back and you moaned his name so loud you were almost sure anyone lingering downstairs could hear.

“Oh, Elvis! My king! Yes..” you whimpered as you reached your orgasm and came all over his cock. Your bodies continued to move slowly against one another before the two of you came to a slow stop and you grabbed his face and kissed him passionately and deeply, he groaned softly on your lips. Elvis finally rolled off of you once he pulled out and he pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you tight and keeping you as close as he could get you as his fingers traced along your sweaty body.

“Oh, y/n, baby, you got something over me and I like it. Your body and your mind is something I was meant to have.” he mumbled as he tried to catch his breath and he left soft kisses along your shoulder and he nuzzled against you. “I love you, baby. Always have, always will. I love you so much it hurts.” he mumbled. His lips moving to your neck, kissing and nibbling along it as his other hand wraps around your waist. You purred softly as he kissed and nibbled your neck, curling your naked body against his, staring up at him.

“I love you too, Elvis. I always have, I’ve never stopped loving you.” you hummed. Elvis smiles and leans over to kiss your lips once more and then he nuzzles his nose against your ear.

“We were always meant to be together, doll. Always were. Always will be. Never doubt for a second, baby, that I love you more than anything in this whole goddamn world.” he whispered, kissing your cheek and then caressing your hair. You turned over in his arms and cuddled up against him as you wrapped yourself around him and you laid your head on his sweaty, hairy chest as one of your hands ran along his belly, tilting your head up to look at him.

“It’s a shame you had to get married to someone else, but I’ve never stopped loving you, Elvis. Never.” you mumbled. His eyes remained locked on his as you both laid together in bed and his free hand continued to caress your hair gently. His tone is soft, loving, and passionate.

“It was a crazy mistake to ever let you go. You know that, doll? I was a fool to ever think that we’d just end up being friends, baby. I never wanted to hurt you and you were so young and damn, darlin’, were you not the most beautiful young woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t let us go again.” he said softly, kissing your cheek. Your fingertips continued to run along his belly and you pressed a soft kiss to his hair chest as you gazed up at him, nodding your head slowly at his words.

“I know, I know you didn’t. We were both young and you had your career to focus on. But I’m sure the Colonel had something to do with us not being together. I-I just can’t wait for you to be divorced. Then we can really be together.” you sighed softly. Elvis’ hand rubs up your back gently and he sighs as their lips touch in a soft kiss.

“I’ve wanted to be divorced for so damn long, darlin’.. You have no idea how much I wanna leave that woman for good. But until the judge makes it official, I have to wait, ya know?” he said softly. You nodded at his words, biting your lip and pressing soft kisses to his chin, resting your head back against his chest. The two of you laid there in comfortable silence now as you held onto one another and he rested his eyes for a moment. You glanced up at him, smiling to yourself and then nuzzling your face back into his chest as you laid there listening to the thumping of his heart and his soft breathing. You couldn’t believe this had actually happened. You didn’t want this to happen not until he was single, but for some reason you didn’t feel bad at all. The way he made love to you was something you had never felt before with anyone. It felt like true love.. Something you had never felt with anyone but Elvis. He was truly meant for you and you for him. As you continued to lay there listening to him begin to snore you eventually drifted off to sleep as well, clinging to your man.

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#elvis presley #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis fluff #big daddy elvis #big daddy

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chenziee · 10 months

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One day... one day I will write a fic about how Zoro and Sanji fucked during/after the party in Cocoyashi, which ended with Sanji panicking and running away in the morning, leaving Zoro beyond confused which in turn lead to all their fighting and bickering

Zoro tried to talk to Sanji about it the very same day, and then again and again, but Sanji always runs away. Zoro's pissed about it, which only escalates their fighting.

Nami is the only one who knows what happened--Zoro told her during one of their drinking-buddies sessions and she was very supportive... even while calling them both idiots several times over. But she's always there for Zoro when he needs to vent or just have someone sitting next to him.

(Luffy knows something happened between them. He doesn't know exactly what but he does have a pretty decent guess. But he never askd for exact details because it's not his business and he also doesn't really care what exactly happened anyway. But he knows and he knows it's been bothering both Zoro and Sanji every single day since and that makes him unhappy but again, not his business.

"I don't know how you always just know these things," Law tells him one time after Luffy had explained to him what the weird tension between them was. "But I guess it very you. Also very you that you just let them be a couple of awkward twelve year olds without doing anything about it as their captain."

Luffy only laughs.

Law kisses him.

They don't talk about either Sanji or Zoro the rest of the night.)

It gets even more complicated after Thriller Bark but they still never talk about it and nothing really changes... although it feels like now, they're fighting just for the sake of fighting. There is something heavy and unspoken undeaneath it all, but neither of them wants to poke into it. It's too fragile, too scary and too painful to even think about.

Then Sabaody happens and they don't see each other for two years... and when they do... they find nothing really changed. It's awkward, Sanji still refuses to talk about anything that is not insults with Zoro and Zoro... Zoro had thought the two years would have helped to forget about that one night but no. He wishes they did.

And then...

Then Zou happens.

And now, now Zoro isn't sure what he regrets more.

Ever catching these feelings at all... or letting Sanji run away from him?

#one piece #zosan #lawlu #this is canon my head btw #not even a headcanon #just canon #they fucked during arlong park and then they were so mad about how right it felt #today on things i'll never write #or maybe one day..#when i get the time and energy #and learn to write multichapters #one day.....#but likely never #or figure out how to put all this into a short story #without sounding awkward and rushed

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wizzard890 · 2 years

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One of my biggest pet peeves is when books or movies are like "what if it’s the past but with things like selfies and shutter shades and yas queen" and don't....have anything to say with that. I’m not talking about comedies, I’m talking about historical anachronisms that get deployed in dramas.

Like, this is a stylistic choice, and thanks to things like Hamilton, it’s one that’s becoming more and more common, so I get all sorts of opportunities to think about why some examples are so shallow and annoying, and why others work so well.

I think of it as the difference between Sophia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette - an enormously sensitive and successful example! - and the Broadway musical Six, which is the poster child for “doing an anachronism to make the Notorious RBG crowd cheer”.

In Six, Anne Boleyn is portrayed as a ditzy party girl who didn’t think anything could touch her until something manifestly did. She’s not into politics or long-term plots, she just wants to fuck around and have a good time. The creators cast her as a dumb popular chick in way over her head.

Now, do I find that an enormously boring take on Anne Boleyn? Obviously. But the real question is why have they chosen these specific anachronisms? The phone, describing her letters with King Henry as “texting” and “replies”. It’s a sort of SNL take on history, lazily swapping courtier with influencer; her “lol”s and “sorry not sorry”s don’t bring you any closer to the emotional truth of her situation.

(And before you say “but Six is a comedy!” it’s a: not really, and b: a musical that contains a harrowing song* about a woman’s experience of being sexually assaulted as a child, and then again at multiple points throughout her life**, so I do feel they had the range, had they chosen to reach for it.)

Dramatic anachronism, when employed well, gives us touch points to recognize. It renders a world that may feel alien as legible to a modern audience, who come in with their own associations and biases. And so the best anachronisms are specific.

“Wouldn’t it be kind of funny if Anne Boleyn was a party girl because she was a big deal in court and everyone had hard opinions on her?” That’s a sketch idea, not a thoughtful deployment of anachronism to deepen an audience’s understanding of what’s happening in front of them.

Contrast with this famous shot from Sophia Coppola’s 2006 movie Marie Antoinette.

Now, what is the point of those Chuck Taylors? What do they communicate to an audience, especially in the mid-aughts? What do they think of when they think of out of touch rich girls who spend all their time shopping and drinking and spoiling their little dogs and wearing pastel colored high tops? Oh right:

The movie is not asking: what if Anne Boleyn was sort of like a girl who shops at Revolve? It’s not even asking: what if Marie Antoinette was a girl like you, who probably owns high tops?

It’s asking, directly: what if Paris Hilton, someone you all already hate, with her baggage and inadequacy and shallowness and mean-spiritedness and humanity and probably genuine unhappiness -- what if she had an angry, starving, justified mob at her door, who blame her for something that is, in part, her fault. Would you feel sorry for her? I mean, people chase her around all the time in real life, and make her miserable, and she’s starving herself to death in front of us and everyone calls her a slut and an idiot. And maybe she, Paris Hilton, is an idiot. Anyway, focus on the screen: should this gluttonous, unprepared, wasteful, shallow Austrian woman be tormented unto her ultimate demise for being an idiot?

That’s what successful, thoughtful anachronism does. It asks you to make connections between yourself and the past, your social impulses and the things that governed people long dead. It wants to help you recognize the ways that we are different and how in others we never change.

It’s a powerful tool when employed directly, and I think it’s a huge bummer that writers rarely seem to understand that.

*All You Wanna Do is the only number in the show that actually works, because they use the tee-hee pop princess conceit to pull the rug out from under you and reveal something genuinely horrible.

**Six has a tone problem.

#I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG THIS BUT OOOH IT GRINDS MY GEARS #the live cast album of six dropped a while ago and it's just the platonic example of poorly deployed anachronism #six the musical #marie antoinette 2006

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thelonelyempath · 1 year

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M!Crush x F!Reader: Better Late Than Never PART 1

THEME: Fluff, Some Angst (Enemies To Lovers)

WARNING(s): None yet (Part 2 is NSFW)

**This was heavily inspired by a Skins episode. It's Naomi's episode from season 3. I did make a few key changes to avoid the "plaigarism" allegations. It was also heavily inspired by IRL beef I have with someone at my college who I may or may not have had a crush on at one point. Unfortunately, that beef will not end in this manner because the world don't work like that.**

It was cold and miserable. Why were you even forced to go on this stupid retreat with C/N anyways? He told you his friends set it up so the two of you could "stop hating each other". Yeah, like that would ever work. If anything, you expected that time spent alone with him would make the two of you hate each other more.

"You okay?" he asked you, the glow of the fire illuminating his face.

"That's the first time you've asked me something." you quipped back.

"Today?"

"Ever."

"Well...answer it then. Are you okay?"

"No. This is miserable. The weather's shit and the company's even worse. Why are we even here? Why were we forced to go on this stupid camping trip with each other?"

"You know you could have said no. Nobody forced you to be here."

He was right. You could have said no. But, admittedly, a camping trip (even with someone you don't like) was better than sitting at home and being bored all weekend.

"Whether or not I said no is irrelevant." you said. "What was the point of this trip? Was it so your friends could make bets on if we're gonna hook up?"

"I'll be honest," he answered. "I don't know either. They said it was to get us to stop hating each other, but it's really none of their business. And now we're both just sitting here, bored and unhappy. The worst part is they're making us share a tent."

"Yep."

The fire was warm. It felt nice. You held out your hands against it to warm them. Unfortunately, the skies were looking a bit ominous. You were expecting rain at any second.

"You know I never hated you, right?" C/N said out of nowhere.

"Hmm?" you raised an eyebrow.

"It's true, Y/N. I never hated you. I guess I was always such an ass to you because I knew you didn't like me. It made me feel powerful. God, I'm such a dumbass."

Damn. That hit hard. Truth be told, you never hated him either. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe this rivalry was stupid and pointless.

"I never hated you either." you confessed. "I caught you running your mouth about me to your buddies and it hurt me. I was angry and upset. And I think that may have colored my thoughts about you."

"That's totally valid." he said. "And listen, I never should have said those things about you. It's fair that you thought I was a dick. I know I hurt you. Like I said, I'm a dumbass. I'm sorry."

"I guess I'm sorry too."

"For what?"

"The way I reacted. I held a grudge and I really shouldn't have--"

You were cut off by his lips pressing against yours. It was totally out of left field. Was it because you were talking too much and this was his way of getting you to shut up because he couldn't stand the sound of your voice anymore? You didn't want to like it, but you did. You surrendered to the kiss, which grew deeper when you gave in.

"I've been wanting to do that for a really long time." he said breathlessly after pulling away.

"You..." you didn't understand. "you kissed me. You just kissed the person who caught you talking shit about them a few months ago."

"I sure did. And I enjoyed every second of it. The reason I was talking shit about you in the first place was because I have secretly always had a crush on you. I was just scared of it and thought I had to pretend I didn't like you so it wouldn't be obvious. But that was really stupid and immature of me. I should've just told you so all this petty drama could have been avoided. But yeah...I've been crushing on you."

You felt a blush forming on your cheeks. C/N noticed this and smiled. Did you maybe secretly like him too? Where were all these feelings coming from?

"If you want the truth," you said. "I think the reason I was so hurt and angry was because I sort of liked you too. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe we didn't need to be fighting with each other."

It all finally made sense. You were both just too stubborn to admit you had feelings for each other. But you supposed it was better late than never. Though the fire was still blazing, a cool breeze washed over you. You ran cold anyways, so this did not help. You hugged yourself for warmth. C/N saw this and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close and kissing the crown of your head. Alas, you were finally in his arms. You didn't realize how badly you wanted that until now. With your head pressed against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. It sounded so beautiful. Maybe you were starting to drift off to sleep. But just as you began to drift away, the moment was ruined. There was the rain, putting out the nice, cozy, warm fire.

PART 2

#m!crush x f!reader #crush x reader #crush imagine #boyfriend x reader #boyfriend imagine #boyfriend x girlfriend #enemies to lovers #camping imagine #otp fluff #otp imagine

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The roommate

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Part XVII

Izuku is walking down the street next to Kirishima when he has a weird feeling in his chest; he wouldn't call it exactly a premonition, but something's certainly not quite right.

Or maybe he's just worried and sad because his boyfriends don't talk to him about important stuff as much as he'd like them to.

"Do they make you happy?" Kirishima asks, suddenly stopping; it's early in the morning so Izuku supposes they have time to chat a little bit.

The green haired man sighs and closes his eyes; Kirishima gets closer, and Izuku notices he's usually silent that day, which is kinda weird for a guy who's bright and loud in general.

Maybe Izuku is just overthinking everything so he doesn't have to actually answer his friend's question. Kirishima is his friend, even though they have a little bit of time knowing one another, Izuku feels like he can trust him.

"To be honest, I'm a little bit frustrated with them at the moment," he confesses, deciding that the truth is the best thing in this case. "But they do make me happy and even though neither us get it right on the first try, the important thing is that we keep trying."

When he opens his eyes, Kirishima is right in front of him, in his personal space, which is not entirely weird coming from someone as friendly as him, but Izuku takes a step back anyway.

"You were supposed to say that they don't make you happy," Kirishima blurts out, and the irritated expression he makes is one Izuku has never seen on the pro hero before.

Then, it hits him.

"Ah," he mumbles as a shiver runs down his spine. "A mimic quirk, of course."

"I knew you were a clever one," Kirishima says, although Izuku knows that's not him at all, but someone who has made themselves look like the pro hero.

"What happens next?" Izuku asks, trying to think, for a brief moment he considers shouting, but he doesn't know if this villain is capable of hurting the people around too. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and tries to blindly call someone.

"Nothing," the fake Kirishima says, shrugging. "For some reason you're still happy with them, despite them treating you like this. I only take the unhappy ones."

"But why do you kill them?" Izuku asks; he's not sure if he wants to distract them or he's genuinely curious about it.

"I didn't kill her!" The fake Kirishima snaps suddenly, baring his sharp teeth and making Izuku realize that the real one must look terrifying when angry. "They're lying to you!"

"She was one of the people you took." Izuku points out, trying his luck; he hopes it's not running out just yet.

"Yes, but she escaped. I only keep them."

Izuku shakes his head because nothing makes sense. Of course they're lying, right? They're the villain.

And yet... Izuku feels like they're not.

"Who killed her then?"

The fake Kirishima growls, probably guessing that Izuku doesn't actually believe them.

"I don't know, but that one was already fucked up... her boyfriend was an abusive motherfucker. She was relieved when I took her."

"But that can't be possible because..." Izuku stops his mumbling to think properly; he doesn't notice but his own fingers have stopped trying to make a call. He's too trapped in this puzzle to think about anything else. "If you took her then her boyfriend was a pro hero, because you only take..."

"Difficult to believe a pro hero beats his significant other up? Come on!"

They're right of course. How can he forget Todoroki's mother? Pro heroes are just humans at the end of the day.

"That's why you're doing this? To prove everyone they're not saints? That they're not angels or gods?"

By creating a problem like that one, by kidnapping people they force the police and other pro heroes to dig into their lives; that's how the secrets come out. But why hasn't anything reached social media yet?

"That's one way to put it," the fake Kirishima laughs in a way the real one never would. "But this stupid society keeps covering up their mistakes. I'm tired of heroes having everything they want when they deserve none of it!"

Ah. They want to punish pro heroes.

"You should let the other people go."

"Nice try," the fake Red Riot pats Izuku's cheek gently, before they kiss him on the forehead. "I like you a lot. But no, they're not ready to go. If I release them they'll go back to their pathetic little lives."

A group of people rush down the street, most of them are trying to go to work or school and are too immerse in their own problems to pay attention to their surroundings.

"I'll come back for you later," the fake Kirishima waves, joining the crowd. "When they make you unhappy, because they'll fuck up eventually, I know they will."

The fake one tosses something in his direction and he realizes that it's Kirishima's phone. When did they take it?

Izuku doesn't know how he gets there, but his body takes him to work, like every morning. However, he collapses on the ground and can hear his coworkers and Hatsume rushing towards him.

"It's okay, I-I'm fine. Just give me a minute," he's shaking, but it'll pass, he's sure of it.

Suddenly, Katsuki's arms are around him; he's still in his civilian clothes. Izuku blinks a couple of times, wondering how he found out, but then notices that Kirishima, the real one, is right behind him.

Part of him is afraid of Red Riot for what happened, but Izuku finally notices that even though his eyes are the same color as the fake ones, his are full of genuine kindness and concern.

He should've realized what was going on sooner.

"Shoto is coming," Katsuki whispers in his ear, taking him in his arms. Then, he turns to Hatsume and adds: "I'm going to take him home now."

Izuku wants to say that he's fine, but the truth is that he's not.

They meet Shoto halfway and the three, no, the four of them, because Kirishima is following them too, go back into the apartment.

"Here," Izuku hands Red Riot his phone. "They gave me this."

"I thought I lost it. I'm sorry, Midobro."

Hearing that nickname makes him feel relieved.

"It's not your fault," he assures him. "I should've been more careful."

Izuku expects questions, he waits for them and tries to prepare answers, forcing his brain to remember details, but he's still in shock.

He's going to fail them.

However, the questions don't come; Shoto is on the phone talking to someone else, telling them to look for someone who looks like Red Riot; Izuku knows they're probably gone and looking like someone else by now, but it's worth a shot.

Katsuki hands him a cup of hot cocoa and Izuku realizes that despite needing answers, despite knowing time is against them, they're not forcing Izuku to speak.

They're giving him time, they're taking care of him first.

Do they make you happy?

He starts sobbing, unable to stop the tears, even though they're useless. Katsuki leans closer and kisses them away.

"What is it? Did they hurt you?"

Izuku shakes his head and suddenly Shoto's arms are around his shoulders.

"It's okay, you're safe now, I promise. We got you, love."

***

"I'm ready to talk now," Izuku says after a while; Kirishima is gone and he knows Shoto needs to go to the agency as soon as possible, but he's staying only because of him.

"Are you sure?" Katsuki asks in a whisper, almost like he's afraid of hurting Izuku with his voice.

Izuku usually doesn't like to be treated like something fragile, but he can tell they're both as scared as he is.

"We thought we were going to lose you," Shoto mumbles then, kneeling in front of the couch Izuku is sitting on.

"I'm still here," he mumbles, pulling the blanket closer to him.

Then, after taking another sip of his hot cocoa, he tells them everything that happened. Well, most of it.

"They take the people that are unhappy with their pro hero partners," Shoto starts talking to himself, pacing around the room. "But why did they want to take you?"

"Are you..." Katsuki doesn't finish the question, but he looks miserable. "I'm sorry, Izuku."

He pulls the blond into his arms; knowing he hasn't slept since his shift ended.

"They didn't take me because I'm quite happy with you two, even though you frustrate me sometimes."

"I'm sorry," they both apologize again, probably thinking about their latest argument.

"We were wrong about trying to shield you from everything, even the information that could've prevented this incident," Katsuki blurts out. "But it won't happen again."

"You're part of this investigation now," Shoto says then and after giving Izuku a kiss on the cheek he adds: "And we'll try to talk things out more often."

Izuku takes a deep breath, feeling like a weight has lifted from his shoulders.

"Thank you, that's all I want."

"Now I need to go to the office to look into the girl's death again."

"Do you believe what they told me?"

"Not really, but if they said that it's probably worth a shot looking into it."

"Can I see what you have on the case so far?"

"I have the case file in my laptop," Katsuki nods, heading towards one of the bedrooms. "And I'll gladly show it to you, but I'd like you to rest for a while first."

"You too! You haven't slept!" Izuku scolds him. Then, something occurs to him that makes him look from one to the other. "Wait! How do you know it's me? Why haven't you tried to ask me–"

"Hey, it's fine," Shoto whispers, kneeling in front of him again. Izuku doesn't realize he's shaking until his boyfriend takes his hands in his. "You're safe."

"It's for the same reason you haven't tried to prove it's us either," Katsuki smiles, sitting right next to him. "No matter how good they are at mimicking, we could tell if it wasn't you. And you know that too."

Izuku takes a deep breath and pulls them both closer to him; he feels their lips pressing against each side of his face.

Yes, he'd recognize them anywhere and perhaps that's why the villain chose Kirishima to mimic instead of one of them.

"We'll keep you safe."

"We'll keep each other safe," Izuku corrects Shoto as Katsuki smirks.

"That's right, nerd."

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 5]

Forever obsessed with the way ecaflips can drink both using their tongue and just chugging liquids. Did he do this because he's nervous? Is he feeling cute? Am I insane?

One may say "Kerubim didn't tell anything was amiss to Joris because he didn't know it would be Julith", but tbh, the Ebony Dofus being stolen puts Joris in danger simply by the virtue of their connection, and Kerubim himself knows that.

He should have thought this through better. However, as we have established in the last 32498234 posts, he is stupid.

(I like to think that he went here really hoping that Bakara would say "some random rogues left with the ebony dofus LOL XD. Anyway yeah I still don't want Joris to know anything about his family or talk to me, godspeed on lying to him more, epic <3")

So real.

Something I didn't comment on is that Bakara is quite cold during this exchange: personally, she has no stake here. Unlike Kerubim, it's not like someone she loves might die or get hurt, — 10 years too late to care about that.

I think she is just quietly simmering with rage and trying not to kill half the patrons at this beautiful bar full of delicious alcohol.

I think Bakara is both worried that Kerubim told Joris nothing (meaning that the boy is in danger without knowing it (HE IS)) and that Kerubim might have told him something (which would mean that she would have to interact with him. They did have an agreement for a reason, after all...)

I think it's cool if she has conflicting priorities like that, though I know that the canonical reason behind that line is probably the first one.

Either way, this level of danger is enough for Kerubim to call off their agreement immediately.

Kerubim has 200000 different reasons to be deathly depressed about having to tell Joris about his family, but some of them are:

He beat his mother to near death and assumed she was dead for 10 years.

Joris's biological father is cooler than him, and he will lose the cool dad Olympics.

He doesn't want Joris to be saddled with this bullshit.

Joris will learn that all this time he had an aunt who wanted nothing to do with him because, to her, he is a spawn of her brother's murderer.

His mother is called "The Butcher of Brakmar"

His father is famous and illustrious and legendary.

Joris will be unhappy about being lied to for the past 10 years, including now, in a city that has a huge ass memorial to Jahash.

No matter how hard he gives, it seems like all Kerubim does is take. I think that's a pretty hard thing to realize about one's own parent.

Like for the past 10 years all he does is give, give, give, to a guy who cares sooooo much that once he almost left him without fingers by slamming a chest shut while Joris was holding it. The guy who was still treating and touching him like an infant when he was 7 years old.

That's when the darkness began, followers. He HATES Kerubim for this.

And I mean this unironically! When you're mad at someone you love, it can turn into a big case of "that bitch eating crackers syndome", where you remember every single slightly annoying thing they've ever done, — and it all suddenly seems like Proof of Irredeemable Evil on their part.

And it is kinda complicated because Joris does have a right to feel that way about Kerubim. In microcosm, most of the things he's done are pretty simple, — but it's 10 years of nothing but these small little fuck-ups with major fuck-ups in-between.

Some may say "noo" to this but, personally, I think Joris is based. He's growing a backbone.

I think it's likely that Indie was a stricter parent than Kerubim, and due to their similarities, she assumes that Kerubim will punish Joris. (Make him stand in a corner? Make him eat veggies? Make him shower? Who even knows.)

Jokes on her, Joris has likely not seen a single disciplinary action in his entire life, baybee.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #kerubim crepin #bakara jurgen #joris jurgen

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holdoncallfailed · 11 days

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do you ever think about the parallels between damon and graham and paul and john? the childhood best friends and inseparable creative partners, one is the pusher for the dream, and the other one is the arty emotional live wire, the jealousy, competitiveness, emotional breakdown, and dissatisfaction/unhappiness with their dynamic. eventually, one gets a new creative partner, and the wedge becomes a chasm. yet only one of them got the opportunity to fully reconcile while the other was robbed of it.

of course, they're not the same, and the level of success does make for a lot of that separation. but I see how much time and effort it took for damon and graham to rebuild their relationship, knowing it couldn't go to what it once was but still working to repair it. glad they did, especially when you hear paul say that one should never put off telling someone you love them.

yeeeesss this has been a point of great interest for myself and certain other rpf scholars on this site (hi @elena-ferrante). watching paul in get back really reminded me of damon lol...i think it's interesting that part of the tension between d&g and j&p is that the domineering control freak "spokesman" member of the pair comes across as the one calling the shots but is in fact so full of admiration for and places such a high value on the opinion of the other that he becomes sort of deferential to him... i think they all struggle(d) with their identities and public images being intertwined. but i also think that there is/was more love between them than we could possibly understand from the outside. i really sincerely think that john and paul would have reconciled if they'd been given enough time.

speaking more broadly to your point about the wedge & the chasm: i think another thing about why bands are so interesting and why they capture the public imagination is that they frequently present this homosocial fantasy of companionship that is very much rooted in an adolescent configuration of life , i.e. hanging out with your friends all the time, doing whatever you want, responsible for only yourselves, obligated to each other out of a shared passion. and that lifestyle is not compatible with The Institution of Adulthood, i.e. stable career, marriage and family-rearing, which still feels compulsory—if not totally inescapable—for most people in [heterosexual] society. a band can be a world unto itself but it is not the real world. there are soooooooooo many examples of bands falling apart once a member gets married and/or commits to a new creative partner because that development inevitably ruins the fantasy on which the band was built, consciously or subconsciously. the real world comes careening back into focus...and you can't ever get that old life back once you've deviated from it.

i think the assumption within heterosexual society that homosociality is something that one "ages out of" is very pervasive (and homophobic, natch, but we don't have to get into that now). that homosocial relationships—or even friendships more generally—are always ultimately secondary to romantic relationships (specifically marriage) is something that i think a lot of people struggle with as they move further into adulthood (i know i am lol). it just happened on a much more drastic scale for these guys because of their fame.

also so much of the stuff in this post is very damon & graham coded...

well anyway let's all kill ourselves.

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Hi I saw your asks open how about Spencer Reid off work at the bar with the whole team when he notices a man at the bar with aggressive movements tword the woman he's with when he slaps her he can't help but step in surprisingly faster than Morgan.(I know in has violence against women that could be a trigger for some people)

As I said, I don't think I can write whole fics yet, so here is how I think he situation would go down!! (I might elaborate on this later once I'm more confident in my writing style, though, as I like this idea!!)

I think because of spencer being the kind of lanky, dorky kind of guy he is, it wouldn't devolve into a full fight, that is, unless the guy swung at him first.

Obviously, with fbi training, he isn't totally helpless when it comes to being attacked or he wouldn't be allowed in the field. I think he just lacks the self-confidence to actually get into an actual physical fight. Spencer believes that his brain is his biggest weapon. Therefore, he would probably try to argue/reason with the guy.

I also just think spencer doesn't like fights. He'd prefer to avoid them and stick to verbal arguments as that's where his strong suit is. Not to mention, he thinks their showy and unnecessarily violent and just a way for men to prove their masculinity, which he doesn't really care about anyways.

So I think if that happened, spencer would just try to remove reader from the situation. He'd quickly realise that he couldn't argue with someone that drunk and just try to get her away from the guy that attacked her.

Once they're both out of harms way, he'd sit reader down, check her over for any serious injuries, generally just make sure she's okay. Once he's completely sure that she won't need any medical attention, he'd awkwardly pull her into his chest, patting her on the back.

Despite his usual avoidance to physical touch, I don't think he'd mind this. She's his friend, after all. He cares about her. He'd insist on taking her home, making sure she gets there safely.

Unlike some guys, there wouldn't be any ulterior motive behind this. He just wanted her to be safe and comfortable. If she wanted him to just walk her to her doorstep and leave, he would. If she wanted him to stay, though.. he wouldn't exactly be opposed.

They'd settle down of the couch in her living room, spencer talking about some odd thing like usual. He'd stay for as long or as little as she wants because at hear apencer is just a sweet man who cares deeply for the people he loves!!

Sorry if this wasn't what you pictured !! This is just how my brain interpreted it, but if you pictured something different or you're unhappy with it, please send in another req with more specific details, and I'd be happy to do so!!

#spencer reid #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds fic

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the-badger-mole · 7 months

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Hi! Been loving your blog and writing!

I really like your characterization and opinions of A.ang. It’s nice to read fan fic and blogs that just gets it. Down the road and back again was just *chef’s kiss*. (Also uncharted waters I’m loving! I never know what to expect and each chapter is so good)

Anyways I was wondering if you have any head cannon’s of what a K.ataang marriage would look like? For me I imagine it being it being extremely passive aggressive, also A.ang is really selfish so that definitely would hurt their marriage. It’s kind of like the opposite side of the toxic coin with M.aiko being a screaming match and in your face constantly breaking up, K.ataang would be toxic but it’s quite and they would try to save face in public. I don’t know What do you think?

I kind of touched on it in Choices and Consequences, but I picture it being a lot of Katara swallowing her feelings and being a single mother to four children. I don't believe she was ever actually in love with Aang. She may have tried to tell herself she was, but I think the only reason she ended up with Aang is because she felt like she owed him. Kataang was unhealthy on both their parts, and while I do tend to focus on Aang (because he's awful, and I will not ever stop pointing that out), I think Katara was guilty of putting him on a pedestal. She knew the Avatar would save the world, and I think that's why she ignored Aang's flaws. Everyone wanted to end the war, but for her, it was a deeply intense and personal desire, and the Avatar would be the one to deliver that. It's a lot of pressure to put on a 12 year old who grew up slow in a world without war, and she knew that. On some level, Katara was aware of how much pressure Aang was under, which is why I think she was so insistent on everyone being gentle with him, even though they didn't have that kind of time. Then when he actually did end the war (he didn't, at least not alone, but the show refused to give credit where it was due) Katara felt some sort of obligation towards him and called it love.

Katara is a smart, passionate girl, and she would've wanted a partner who would appreciate that and respect her thoughts, feelings and opinions. The glimpses of her relationship with Aang in the early comics show me that she didn't have that with him. Aang didn't respect her feelings over those of his fangirls. He ignored her discomfort, and even thanked her for understanding why he needed to connect with those girls who were being horribly disrespectful because "sharing his culture"🤮. It wasn't their treatment of her that upset him. It was them doing something that offended him personally.

Meanwhile, Katara had to swallow her own feelings and smile through it all. That's how I see their relationship going. I think Katara might have convinced herself that he respected her thoughts and opinions because he relied on her as a caregiver and he took her everywhere, but I think as he grew into his own, he would've expected her to step back and be contented to be a homemaker/broodmare while he did the important Avatar work, which is why I think Katara wasn't present in that scene in LoK where bloodbending was banned, even though she was ostensibly the only other bloodbender in the world, but Aang was front and center. It's also my theory on why when Aang was about to go all in on pushing for anti-miscegenation, instead of her telling him that it would be a bad idea because of the effects it would have on the families and communities Aang would be separating, she appealed to how it would affect him.

I don't think their marriage would be passive aggressive. I think Katara would just make herself as small as possible and do her best to keep the Avatar happy and on track because that's what she owed him. She'd have moments of acknowledging her deep unhappiness and regret, but she wouldn't dwell on it. And she would convince herself she was content to be a devoted wife and mother, and nothing else.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #honestly the comics and lok make me feel so depressed for katara #she really gave that jerk her entire life #just for him to be as bad a father as he was a husband #and a horrid avatar #it's like bryke WANTS me to hate their pet ship #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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hii i was wondering if you could make a leo valdez x child of apollo!reader

just like where the other apollo kids are overprotective and leo trying to convince them to let them date reader

i can definitely do this

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you weren't the youngest of your siblings by a long shot

not anymore

but the older ones still felt a duty to you from when you were only seven and came to camp

sometimes it was sweet

when they let you take point in capture the flag so they could focus on protecting you rather than getting the flag themselves

you have a vivid memory of being hoisted on the oldest brother's shoulders when you were ten and being paraded around camp when the apollo cabin won for the first time in months

sometimes though

their protectiveness was a pain in your ass

leo was unbelievably cute

so cute

so funny and smart and he honestly seemed to adore you

but every time you tried to go talk to him just the two of you

a darling sibling of yours would swoop in and take you by the arm

saying something about strategy or target practice

eventually you called a cabin meeting

'i think you all know why you're here'

they protested, saying they had no idea! what do you mean! they're innocent!

'uh huh, so you don't remember killing any attempt i make at spending time with my boyfriend?'

the oldest brother, jordan, sighed, resting his hands on your shoulders

'look, you're our baby! even if you're one of the oldest, we worry!'

even you had to admit, through your irritation, it was sweet

'alright, look, how about you meet leo?'

every face lit up

'no no no, not all of you'

sad faces

'just some of you, i promise you he's super sweet and you'll like him!'

which is how you ended up with leo sitting in the apollo cabin on a chair

they may as well have put a spotlight on the poor boy

you were sitting next to him, hand in his

jordan stepped up

'so, what makes you think you can date our sibling, huh?'

leo visibly swallowed

'uh, i-i care about them, a lot, and isn't it their decision anyway?'

jordan scoffed

'that's not what we're talking about, answer the question better'

leo was flushed a dark red

you squeezed his hand reassuringly

leo shot you a small smile and stood up

'okay, first of all this is insane, you realise this?'

every single sibling nodded their head

'okay good, just checkin'. okay, the fact that this is their decision is core to my argument, so just let me make it. if they decide to date me, doesn't that speak to my character? they are intelligent, wise, careful, they know that if i fuck up they have an entire cabin that will absolutely kick my ass in every concievable way- would they want to date me if they didn't think i was worth it?'

you were grinning madly, even some siblings were considering

leo continued

'sure, i may be a moron sometimes but i'm smart enough to realise what an amazing person they are, don't you trust their judgement? i trust that if they're unhappy or uncomfortable or anything, they will tell me'

he looked over to you

'and i am very aware that they can kick my ass themselves if it comes to it'

you nodded, smiling

'it's true, we've proved it'

jordan, as the leader of this interrogation, stepped forward, arms crossed

there was a tense silence for a moment before he relaxed, putting his hands in his pockets

'yeah, okay. you're right, i do trust them'

he winked at you

'don't know if i can attest to their smarts but-'

he turned back to leo

'-you seem prepared to accept the consequences if you should cause them any kind of pain'

leo held his hand out to shake