#'i thought you were better than this' the fuck??? first of all. why the fuck would you think that

[mullermilkshake]

I'll look after myself first

Part 2 <- Part 3 -> Part 4

Jinwoo agree's to take care of you, so just let him.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Smut, porn with plot? mentions of preganancy/preganancy sex, Jinwoo definitely has a breeding kink, breast play, nipple licking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, p in v sex, mentions of premature ejaculation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, manipulation, mentions of swallowing/blowjob/facial

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“Jin-Jinwoo, wait.”

There was no way you were thinking of backing out. There couldn’t be, Jinwoo handled you as delicately as possible when laying you down on the freshly made bed, you couldn't be backing out now.

“What’s wrong?” He said, practically on top of you already.

“Uh…” He couldn’t see your expression from the darkness of the purposely drawn curtains. “Well, I want to ask you something, before we…”

His cock throbbed in his pants, aching and twitching to escape, eagerly sitting to put forward its usefulness. Even so, he sucked in his breath and played with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course.”

“Well… why were you spying on me and Hae-In earlier today?”

Crap.

“You noticed me, huh?” Jinwoo played it off as something less creepy than how it left your lips. He just chuckled it away. “Your perception is higher than I thought… I wasn’t spying, I came around that way and Hae-In looked sad. I kinda panicked and disappeared in hopes you wouldn’t see when you looked over. But I guess you saw me anyway… but the reason I left the boardroom so close after you was because-” 

He stopped himself and waited for you to take the bait. “Because what, Jinwoo?”

The weight on the bed shifted, his body still over yours and he could tell you were propped up onto your elbows to get a better look in the dark. 

Should he tell you now? Tell you how his love for you grew from one pinnacle moment when before he never had much to do with you? Jinwoo could tell by the tone of your voice that if he came clean wholeheartedly, you would be sure to bolt. And it would take ages to claim you back and reel you in again without the association’s help.

If he came clean, you could make things difficult or try your hardest to pull from the programme all together. That would prove difficult, but the stress alone wouldn’t be adequate for getting you pregnant.

He had to get you pregnant.

“Well,” he didn’t remove his position from over you, but pulled away a fraction to make it look like he did. “I uh…. I’ve had feelings for you ever since we met and- well, I just- I mean, I wanted to reassure you that this was just sex… if you didn’t feel anything like that.”

You were speechless for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it was merely a few seconds. “You… you do? But- but what about Hae-In? She really likes you, like really likes you- if she found out that you…”

And then the news hit you, like Jinwoo’s lips did. Slowly, but with supportive tendencies to keep your confidence in check. “You- you feel that way about me?”

“I do, but I never said anything because I thought you and Jong-In were-”

“We're not together, we’re just good friends. I know he doesn’t feel that way about me. To be honest, I was happy for him because I think he has a thing for Hae-In. But she has the biggest crush on you. Oh my god this is so confusing-”

Jinwoo kissed you again, and this time he lingered his lips on yours as a sign of his own affection. “Don’t overthink it, we’re adults here. We can talk about that stuff later. But I promised that I’d look after you, right?”

“Fuck- this is so wrong.” Now you were breathlessly whispering to him. Did you want him to fuck you mercilessly for as long as you were conscious? That could be a tantalising end result.

“Maybe, but it’s just sex. No boundaries crossed.” Yet. 

While it stung to hear that spill from his own lips any time he said it, the term ‘it’s just sex’ only settled you into a more textured depth of security he assumed you needed. Because eventually, it wouldn’t just be sex. Jinwoo worked so hard to level up, he could wait a little while longer before edging himself in hearing you say I love you back,

Though for now, he wanted to lap up the warmth of your breath tickling his lips, bite them and suck until your bottom lip turned purple, swollen and sore. To fondle and pinch your breasts and leave the most stunning love bites so broken on the surface, the blood vessels never calmed down.

Like marking you permanently.

But Jinwoo was a patient man, a calm being to wait out the storm for the fresh rain smell and wet grass under his feet before the main event of sitting out for the rainbow. The longer he waited, though despite his darker side never wanting to, Jinwoo could get a fantastic view of that pretty rainbow and ensure that one never faded.

Your chest rose and fell, you never said anything in the lingering pause. But, you pulled him in first before Jinwoo could get close to you himself. It set his senses alight when your fingers slid up the back of his neck and through his hair, tugging at it with little pinches.

You’d definitely done this before.

Jinwoo wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up a fraction just so your back arched and your legs spread wider for him. Fuck, he wanted to see you like this with the lights on, take note of the fucked out gaze you were going to have when he was through with you and keep it in his mind for eternity.

When Jinwoo’s hips pressed tight against yours, that little sensual gasp sent him over the edge, driving him to run his free hand up your shirt with his fingertips. Each touch, every inch, all spaces he’d never touched until now.

A space that Jong-In had never touched, and wouldn’t ever touch for as long as Jinwoo was alive. So soft, velvety and as supple as he fantasied over, tickling dainty drags over your rib cage and up to your bra.

His thoughtful caresses did not go unnoticed, not at all. Before Jinwoo could fiddle with your shirt or think of unclasping your bra, you slipped your shirt off yourself and tossed it on the floor before kissing him again, even slipping your tongue inside. 

Maybe getting you on side would be easier than Jinwoo initially thought. Either that or you were getting far more into character than needed.

Either way, you were getting it tonight. And you were getting it good.

An example? When he ground his cock against you, you moaned, right into his mouth.

When Jinwoo removed his lips from yours to which you tried chasing back, he left them for your nipple, he exposed it with his long fingers so that your breast spilled out and made you writhe. He kneaded the plush of it, squeezing it in his fingers so that it bulged between them and ramped up the sensitivity. He flicked his tongue delicately over your nipple so that pussy he was grinding on had no choice but to gush before he even got a chance to slide a finger or two into.

After he ground against you again for another second, you bucked your hip as indecently as you could with your back arched the way it was. Your grip on his shoulders spurred him on to do more, to take your nipple right into his mouth and make a seal around his lips.

He could imagine your tits already swollen and full before this future hypothetical baby was even a possibility. Those hormones making you horny just for a quick fuck and tumble in the covers and that meant the many times you’d be on top, grinding yourself on Jinwoo’s cock and milk it for everything you possibly had.

The filthy thought of filling you up with his come made his cock weep, he took the forward thinking notion under the cover of darkness and undone the zipper of his pants. Gently so as to not startle you, but if his cock went any longer without attention and breathing room, he’d burst before he could shoot it inside you.

Unless it was in your mouth or face, Jinwoo wasn’t wasting a drop.

“J-Jinwoo…” You were so breathless.

“Mhm?” He never unlatched his mouth.

“I- I… give me more. Please. Please.”

Already begging for me? A good example of how he was going to train you.

With time, he’d programme you to only enjoy his cock.

His fingers, his huge loads.

His encouraging words.

And his tendency to push boundaries until you couldn’t stand anymore.

In the end, he would mold you to his expectations and nothing less.

And if anyone got in the way of that? Simple. They’d cease to exist anymore. Because this aura you gave to him was too intoxicating to kick the habit.

“You want more?” He said, leaving a wet from his lips over your skin that would have glistened beautifully had you allowed the moonlight in from the window.

“Yes.”

“If you need to stop, tell me.” Later down the line, that wasn’t an option, but he’d give you that stop valve for now.

All in the name of gaining trust, though when push came to shove and if Jinwoo had his way, you wouldn’t dare question his actions in the slightest when he was done with you.

His cock was already out, twitching in his free hand with a quick jerk while sitting up and back on his knees so he could paw and tug off your clothes and remove the barrier between you and him. When you were eventually pregnant, there was no need for underwear and pants like this. Jinwoo wanted you in those cute summer dresses that drove him insane, easy flowing and perfect for fucking you in, right over that kitchen counter for comfort and convenience.

No silly bras either.

If Jinwoo had it his way, what he obsessed over whilst testing the waters with his finger slipping inside your pussy, he’d ensure whenever you were in this apartment, you were full of his bodily fluids until they dripped out and trickled down your thighs.

One finger turned into two, then three. You took three of his thick fingers and whined, clenching your legs despite him keeping them open with his knees.

“Is that more you were thinking of? Or is this just a necessary step to that part?”

“I… I want more, I want you to fuck me, Jinwoo.” It must have been a long time since your last assisted orgasm that wasn’t ran on batteries if you were trembling like this and you hadn’t even come yet.

Though Jinwoo refused to think of who else you had slept with. He’d ask, but later down the line. But what did interest him was your quick turn around of doing the right thing for Hae-In, quite the change to his liking.

Guess he already had a hold on you.

“There’s that attitude I was looking for.” He chuckled and played with your clit by the pad of his calloused thumb. “I can definitely do that, are you ready for me?”

A little forward, but it slipped so easily from his lips and you responded so beautifully. “Yes. I’m ready- just fuck me already. Please.”

“Then stop holding back and come on my hand before I do that. It has to be really hard to hold it in.”

Your legs trembled beside him like your breaths had dramatically decreased in depth, like a shallow winded gasp. Jinwoo had eternity to figure out your body, yet you were an open book to him just like that. He knew you were close and by the way you grasped his wrist, the same wrist his fingers were attached to currently deep inside you, he could tell you were about to come.

“Come for me.”

“Fuck.”

You became rigid, legs shaking and convulsing by his knees with a held breath. Jinwoo waited for that breath to escape and continued to fuck you with his fingers, the only sound of the wet squelching from the gushing of your pussy all over him. And then you let that breath go, fuck he was so hard and he never waited for you to gather your thoughts before lining his cock up.

For all the time he touched himself and masturbated any chance he had after seeing you train or command a room with the likes of the other S-Ranks, he never thought he’d have you like this under him, at least not this soon.

He was never letting you go, not when your pulsing pussy sucked him in this good.

“Damn.” This next year, and all the others after this were truly going to be fantastic.

But at this rate, Jinwoo would come too quickly. Though in this state, would you really care? Probably not, but the man had a reputation to uphold. One that never involved premature ejaculation.

So he bit his lip and moved his hips, jerking closer than he realised when your legs wrapped around hip and yanked him towards you.

You absolutely filthy girl. 

Maybe it wouldn’t matter if he came inside you right now, bucking his hips with no protection under the promise of knocking you up turned him on more than anything ever had. Then, he’d not only have your body, but that permanent ownership over you, a hidden agenda disguised as hard work for the association.

A baby. He’d fuck a baby into you and watch you become his for good.

His.

His.

Jinwoo laid down as close as he could to you, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking it, masking his own groans under your helpless ones.

“J-Jinwoo- I’m close-”

“Me too-”

Just to give you something else on your plate to think about so that it didn’t add insult to injury of his quick and incoming orgasm, he held you again so that your back arched more than before, he ran his tongue up your neck and grazed his teeth over the skin. Jinwoo held onto the headboard and fucked you with everything he had.

Who cared if he came quickly, he was coming inside you.

And when you were most vocal, coming around his cock, he quite graciously emptied his cock inside you, shooting his come where it belonged. Deep inside your pussy. He rode that orgasm out with every cell in his body until he was certain that there was nothing left in his balls to give you.

Though he never pulled out. The first load of many.

Now you had to follow the association's tips and lay there for a moment so that none of it leaked out. Jinwoo’s cock being the most useful tool in securing two pink lines on that pregnancy test.

He doubted it would take long to get you pregnant, but maybe a few more times to be sure.

Having the weight of the association’s future on his shoulders, Jinwoo gladly accepted the stress relief.

Part 2 <- Part 3 -> Part 4

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God forbid a girl asks for some ex-husband kento (pls 🥺)

kento really should leave. it's obvious -- this is not his home anymore.

no, it's his daughters and ex-wife's. he handed it over like stone once the divorce went final, wanting his girl to grow up in spacious security. he'll sign on a lackluster one-bedroom in the city just so all of his money can flow into keeping you afloat.

though you're perpetually trapped by him, using a bank account he monitors and living in a home you don't pay for, he still gives you grace. it's because he's guilty. kento knows he fucked you over, it's why he's pacing your bedroom door where he knows you're asleep.

he's a good dad, carving out time between missions to run and take his daughter to school. it's the one constant his little girl has, and in first grade, she's old enough to understand that he's never really around.

it's why he has her hello kitty lunch box tight in his grip that she left in his car today. he knows you need to pack it for tomorrow and would likely freak out if you lost it, so he needed to hand it to you personally.

or, that's what he tells himself to justify the anxious pacing. he needs to swallow that familiar need for you that brews in his bones and leaves him tossing and turning through his sleepless nights. It's only been a year without you; surely he can handle a lifetime, right?

all he was going to do was drop the box on your nightstand, send a quick text, and be on his way. but, you had other ideas.

it was his stupid pacing; it woke you up, and now you were staring at the windowless wall, scowling into nothingness. blankets are bunched neatly at your lace-covered waist, wrapped in a honeymoon artifact you used to show off for your husband, now your insecure ex who doesn't speak more than two sentences at a time.

unless, it's to tell you to be obedient, or stop talking.

this time, it's you who initiates the talking. "what are you doing?"

you can't see the tense in his shoulders when he realizes you're awake. he thought he could get lucky, sneaking around like a criminal. you wouldn't give him luck -- he doesn't deserve peace.

"just dropping off rin's bento box." the hard plastic hits your side table, and you shudder. his voice is deep like he's tired. "she ran out of my car like she was mad this evening... all to see you. she's a mother's girl, not like I can blame her much."

"she has like eight bentos, you could've left it."

kento sighs, letting your words overtake and shove his efforts right back in his face. "it's her favorite."

"she has eight favorites."

"okay." he deadpans. "anything else i'm doing wrong? or that I don't know?"

"nanami, we'd be here all night if I told you the truth." with every sentence, it's becoming increasingly obvious that you won't be getting much sleep. you sit up, pulling your blankets around your half-decent body. "say it. whatever it is that brought you here with the excuse of a bento."

you know better than to expect kento to listen, but you don't expect him to round the expanse of the bed, dropping to his knees right next to you. he attempts to reach for your tangled hand, but you swat him away, gaze full of indignant fires.

"forgive me... please." he's muttering, head dipped in embarrassment. since he gave you up, he's realized it as his biggest mistake. he can't calm the burning within him at night, he can't stand going back to his old ways - convenience store dinners and storefront sandwiches. but, he also can't let you be dragged into his work again. He could see the effect it pulled you into, the worry that ate you alive every time you saw him. but, there must be an answer, some alternative to cold-turkey. you are an addiction.

"forgive you? forgive you for what? breaking apart our family? giving up? giving in to your cowardice? i don't think you understand -- you leaving me doesn't just affect you and I, it affects rin in ways we won't see until it's eating us alive. that's on you. it's your fault." always level-headed, always the voice of reason even if it's painful. kento nods, but can't look at you.

"forgive... me..." he pleads, emotionless and unblinking at the rugged floor. "...please."

you scoff, pushing away from him on the bed. you crawl to the other side, the side nanami left the bento, and take it as an excuse to run from this situation.

"you're just going to walk away?"

"yes! because i'm not dealing with your bullshit." he follows you out into the hallway, past your sleeping daughters room and into the kitchen. you can feel his shadowed eyes staring at the jutting expose of your ass through the nightgown, but for some reason it doesn't bother you. emotionally, you're as disconnected as possible, but your body still likes him. i mean, it's undeniable, kento will always be the most attractive man you've ever, ever seen.

it was not you who cut those ties. never you.

and he's crowding you as you turn on the faucet, opening rin's box and putting it under. kento is on you the entire time, but he actually corners you against the sink, huge body caging you in, hands planted at your either side. his breathing is nasally and pathetic. you're scowling.

"...ignore that."

you're squinting, trying to gauge what you're ignoring. then, you can feel it. anger rises your body temperature. an erection, pressing right between the swells of your loosely covered ass. "you're genuinely so unbelievable."

you've begun washing the dish, spinning soapy water in the painted pink plastic as he breathes on your neck. you wish you can push him away and lessen him to a lifetime of sexual pining and angst, but you're stoic.

the dish is washed, you're turning around, breathless. and just as you go to close your hand over his cheek and give in, a tiny voice from the hallway catches you.

"mama?" your little girl whines, one eye cracked open in the harshness of the lights. she's all messy-haired, red-faced and sleepy. in her left hand hangs a tattered kuromi doll. "I heard... dad..."

you've never pushed kento away like this, but he's being pushed, taking it like it's nothing, too. he understands that whatever rin needs comes first - he's okay not being at your attention.

and he loves seeing you two interact as you sweep her up in your safe arms. rin settles on your hip, long legs kicking into the air as she rests on your shoulder. "sleepy."

"i know, my baby." you coo, running a hand through her hair. "want me to put you back to sleep?"

staring at her twin, her dad, rin nods her sleepy head, using a fist to tug at her right eye. "dad... bye, daddy."

"bye, my princess." kento stands from his lean on the counter, closing in to kiss rin on the cheek. he lingers for a moment, peeking up to your unreadable gaze. you make him feel so little, now. like he hardly exists as a human, let alone the father of your child and the man you loved for over a decade. "sleep well. be nice to your mama, too. I'll be here to take you to school tomorrow."

as you tuck your girl back into bed, she's peaceful. "mama? are you and dad happy again? will he live here again?"

kneeling at her bedside, you smooth the blankets over her figure, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "probably not."

she whines close-eyed, turning her face away from you. "I didn't do anything to make you mad, so why is it my fault?"

"what? rin, dad and i not being together is entirely our fault." you're mindful to the core when speaking to her, deciding it better not to pin blame on you or kento, just for the respect of her mentality.

she whines again, shoving away from your touch defiantly. she's holding kuromi like she's stressed, and it kills you.

"please, mama. please fix it."

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Rest - A Joel Miller Drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader Rating: We all need fluff right now and that's what this is. Word Count: 1133 a/n: I hope everyone is surviving out there. In an attempt to halt my near-constant crying I wrote this. Note that there are two little references in here that will hopefully help everything feel a little bit better are also little spoilers for Part II, so if you want to avoid any and all spoilers, let that be known. It's pretty darn tiny though.

"Joel?"

Your voice is soft, but it still feels obtrusive as you sneak your way past the door to his office. It's actually pretty spacious, the space his brother has set up for him amidst the growing town of Jackson, but in the quiet of the night, even though you know you're not bothering him in the slightest, it still feels almost like you're intruding.

He's at the desk, though, right where you expected him to be. His glasses are perched low on the bridge of his nose and you can see the tension in his neck and shoulders, a sure sign that he's been focused on the plans in front of him for far too long.

"Hey," he breathes out, looking over at you with what seems to be relief. You knew from Maria that he's been bombarded all day with everything from questions to problems to Tommy's constant insistence that they have to work faster. You and Joel could both easily admit that there was an obvious need for additional homes, but you were also aware that construction takes time. One would think Tommy would understand that, especially considering his own background and the fact that none of this is what it was before, but you'd also known from the look in Maria's eyes and the lateness of the hour that Joel was the one putting it on himself to try and make it happen.

The door closes softly behind you as you move to his side, setting down a thermos on the desk next to the multitude of renovation plans. "Brought you some coffee. I thought it might help."

"Come to check on me is more like it," he jokes, but he's already taken off his glasses and is reaching to draw you into his lap. You don't argue, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you settle onto his thighs, a light kiss pressed to his forehead as he buries his face against your neck.

"Maria told me Tommy was on your case today," you explain simply, fingers running carefully through his curls.

Joel nods. "Maria and I met this morning about the houses on Clark Street, but then her idiot husband had to come in here and give me a debrief of everything we'd already covered because he missed the meeting. Wasted nearly a fucking hour of my day."

It makes you laugh, the way the rivalry between the Miller brothers seems to transcend all reason, even if at the heart of it you knew they love each other more than either would be willing to admit. "Is that why you're still here working when he's at home?"

There's no response from him, just quiet, and you know you've hit the nail on the head. This isn't the first time, and you knew it wouldn't be the last, that Joel took the needs of the town on his own shoulders. You needed houses and somehow he always made it happen, even if it meant stretching himself too thin.

"You know what? Come on," you continue suddenly, pressing another kiss to his hairline before standing. "Let's go home."

The protests begin immediately. "I really need to..."

"Joel," you return sternly, already grabbing his coat off the hook. "Home. Now."

There's a long sigh and then he stands, turning off the desk lamp and crossing to take his jacket from you. He shrugs it on and then his hand finds yours, fingers woven together as you lead him from the office and out into the cool night air.

Spring hasn't quite set in yet, but the harsh realities of winter are finally behind you. It's one of the reasons the council has been pushing for new houses, almost too aware of the fact that construction is easier with the warming weather and with new people showing up every day it's become a necessity to move as quickly as possible.

Not that Joel needs to be thinking about that right now.

"I made some chicken for dinner," you tell him, swinging your arms about just slightly in the way that makes you both feel like you're simply two lovers on an evening stroll. You do your best to find these kinds of moments, the ones that remind you of the good, because if you didn't you'd simply spend your whole existence dwelling on the opposite. On the constant weight of ensuring the survival of a community twenty-seven years after the end of the world. "I could heat it up for you when we get back."

"Sounds nice," he returns, his pace slowed to match yours as you make your way home. There are still a few people out and about, but not many, and it almost makes your town feel small again, in the way it had when you'd both first arrived. You're quiet, even as you pass to the edge of town and eventually find your way along the dirt path that will guide you home. The house you share sits in the distance, unassuming amidst fields that will soon blossom into a lush green landscape.

He doesn't let go of your hand until you're both through the door, only relinquishing his grasp after you kiss him quickly and head to the kitchen to find him some dinner. You hear him sit on the bench by the door, removing his boots with a huff, and then the unmistakable creek of the floorboards as he transitions to the living room.

You talk to him absentmindedly all the while, about your day, about watching JJ for Dina and Ellie, about what you're hoping to plant in the garden this summer, but it's only when the chicken is plated that you realize he hasn't said a word.

"Joel?" you question, making your way back to the living room. "Baby?" you ask again, crossing the threshold to find him sprawled out on the couch, sound asleep.

It's peaceful, really, the way he seems to soften in slumber, and it makes you relax, too. Your feet carry you to his side, abandoning the food on the counter as you grab the blanket from the back of the couch. You shift him slightly, just enough for you to wedge onto the sofa next to him and drape the afghan over both of your bodies. He wakes, ever so slightly, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you back against him, nose tucked into the back of your neck as he drifts off once more.

And the next day, when you wake to find him already gone, the blanket wrapped tightly around your body and a note on the coffee table that reminds you he loves you, all you can hope for is that the coffee in the thermos still on his desk isn't too cold.

[golddustwomanwins]

SIN

Pastor Art Donaldson x reader

18+

You were a devoted member of his church. He’d see you every Sunday without exception and even during the weekdays if your schedule allowed it. Always sitting in the first row, sweet sundress brushing your shining thighs, cross dangling from your neck. The necklace was too long for him to see the pendant, dipping inside your cleavage and mocking him every time he glanced over during his sermon.

Your lips always had a glossy residue, cheeks flushed as soft mumbles passed your lips. Art always shifted in his seat when you got to your knees, images he should’ve been burned for flashing in his mind.

It wasn’t your fault—he thought—it was entirely him. He was the one imagining you on your knees before him, your lips glossy with something else than your lip gloss. He’d punished himself multiple times for his thoughts, prayed until his knees bruised and lips chapped. He’d scrub his skin in the shower until it turned red and raw, punishing himself for his sinful thoughts.

Art tried to ban you off his mind, but every time it felt like he was finally free from you and your spellbound figure, there you were again, sitting in the first row. On your knees.

This time it was worse. The town hosted a little summer fair, stands filled with various people, selling fruits, little trinkets and what not.

He walked along, greeting a few of his church members. People were drawn to him like he was the sun, all problems dissipating in his presence. It was unusual to see him this casual, only dressed in jeans and a shirt that stretched over his broad shoulders. His eyes found you not a moment later, resting at one of the stands, grinning up at a boy your age.

Right, another reason in the growing list on why Art was doomed for hell. You had a boyfriend. He’d occasionally join you at mass, wandering hands trying to slip beneath your skirt but you’d always push his hands away.

You were grinning up at him at that moment, one hand on his chest, the other holding a cone of ice cream. The white ice melted along the cone, sticking to your fingers as you quickly hurried to catch the melted drops with your tongue. Holy fuck. Art was doomed.

You turned as if on instinct, tongue darting out and coating with white as your eyes met Art’s. They lit up not a moment later, waving at him before you made your way over.

“Father, enjoying the sunny day?” You asked with a soft smile. Your boyfriend was trailing behind you, greeting politely but uninterested, his wandering gaze catching girls walking past in short skirts and low cut tops.

“As much as I can,” Art told you. Your boyfriend saw his friends waving at him and he parted with a quick kiss to your lips before darting off. Art’s eyes followed him before darting back to you.

“He’s gonna come back eventually,” you said with a soft smile, noticing the small frown on Art’s face. “He really is a good guy.”

Art doubted it but who was he to tell you what to do? As of right now he didn’t even feel entitled to give you spiritual advice. He wasn’t any better, a man double your age and lusting after you like a goddamn teenager.

“I didn’t say anything,” Art pushed his hands into his jean pockets and you smiled cheekily up at him.

“No you didn’t,” you said. “But you’re always like an open book, Father. There is no mistaking the disdain on your face.”

Art’s jaw hardened at that. Was he an open book? Did you notice the sinful glances he kept throwing your way? The way his fingers clenched into tight fists every time your boyfriend would suck on your neck. The way his slacks grew quietly uncomfortable every time he saw you on your knees.

“I am the last person to give you relationship advice,” he murmured as you walked past the vendors, arms occasionally brushing and sending a shiver down his spine.

“I think you’re the best person to give relationship advice. Aren’t you supposed to know right from wrong?” The ice cream was now dripping down your wrist without you noticing, but Art’s eyes kept bouncing back between the white cream dripping down your skin and your eyes.

“Not in the slightest. I trust God to lead you on the right path,” away from your cheating piece of shit boyfriend. You smiled at Art a little dazedly.

What Art didn’t know was that you worshipped him. Your loyal attendance to mass was thanks to him, your faithful devotion was because of him. He always made you feel as if everything was going to be all right. If Art told you the sky was red you’d believe him.

Your eyes clashed for a moment and instead of a fleeting glance you got stuck on his. The little speck of brown in his pale blue eyes like a shadow. Like a blight spreading and poisoning his mind. You both snapped out of your staring when the ball of your ice cream finally gave up and splattered onto the ground. You watched it sadly, your whole hand full of the sticky goo.

“Oh no,” you tried to lap it up with your tongue and Art swore he’d gone to heaven. Or hell.

“Here let me,” anything to make you stop from licking white stuff off your skin. He produced a handkerchief, wet it with his tongue and started to clean up your skin. You stared up at him with wide eyes, a feeling growing in your stomach. It usually went away when you focused on your prayers but right now you didn’t want it to go away.

Cheeks flushed and breathless, your hand was clean now and Art pocketed the handkerchief. He didn’t meet your eyes again, only leaving with a short, “I will see you in mass.”

-

The next time, he did see you in mass but he could tell you were distracted. He watched you on your knees eyes closed, silent tears running over your face and dripping down your chin. It was after that he called out to you. You approached him with a soft smile as the other members clattered out of church. The stained glass windows threw a soft red glow across your skin as you stopped in front of Art.

“Hello, Father,” you said. The tears were long dry but there was a melancholic twist to your smile.

“Are you feeling quite all right?” Art asked you, almost wanting to reach out and pull you into his arms.

“Yes.”

He tipped his face slightly, almost like he was scolding you. He visibly watched your shoulders slump in on themselves and as you looked up at him your eyes were filled with tears again. Without further hesitation, he took your hand and pulled you into one of the confessionals. You shared one booth and he sat down, pulling you into his lap. Not even noticing what he was doing, you sobbed quietly in his arms, his hand softly stroking through your long hair.

It took you a long time until you were able to properly breathe again, soft soothing words tumbling past his lips. You looked up at him once you calmed down enough, your lashes wet like dew drops were clinging to them.

“Do you think people can be unlovable?” You asked quietly, your eyes hanging onto his lips. Art frowned slightly, his hand cupping the back of your head. when he saw the look in your eyes, the desperation burying into the soft lines of your face, he knew what had you asking this question.

“No person is unlovable,” he said. “God loves us all.”

You almost wanted to huff at his words. You should’ve expected them.

“Maybe God’s love isn’t enough,” you whispered, training your eyes on his hand that had somehow ended up on your thigh. You knew it was a reproachful thing to say. You shouldn’t want anything more than God. He was sufficient in every way. Still you were only human and bound to want, want, want.

Art ran his thumb over your cheek and you looked up surprised at him. His eyes had changed, pupils blown slightly wide.

“It should be enough,” he whispered, his eyes trained on your lips and when you tilted your cheek into his hand a soft puff left his lips. This was wrong. You should stand up and go back home.

“It’s not,” you said and he echoed your words, “it’s not.”

He didn’t come on to you like a storm all dark and brooding. Art was like he always was, an controlled, calmed guidance. His lips softly captured yours, fingers tilting your chin the way he liked. You shivered slightly at the forbidden touch, thighs rubbing against each other. Your eyes opened and widened in shock when you realized the wetness staining your panties.

Art caught the realization on your face, a small twitch in the corner of his mouth.

“You want me to make you feel better?” He asked, softly stroking your cheek. You leaned into the touch, nodding shyly with tear stained cheeks. Art loved the way the mascara had spread beneath your eyes, looking almost fucked, even though you’ve only been crying.

“Spread those legs for me then, pretty girl,” he murmured, lips trailing wet kisses along your throat. One hand wandered to your covered breast, stroking softly, the other slipping between your thighs. You had one of the sundresses on again and Art felt himself grow hard as he gently nudged the fabric aside.

“You know I can treat you better than him,” he murmured and you nodded, moaning softly when he rubbed your clit over your panties. You arched into his touch, head almost bumping into the wooden wall. He pulled the cleavage of your dress down, groaning when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

Your eyes met his. “No bra to church, baby?”

You flushed crimson. “It makes me itchy.” Art didn’t even listen, hot mouth capturing your nipple with vigor. You kept rolling your hips desperately, trying to reach for more friction. Art realeased your tit and laughed haughtily.

“So eager, huh?” He asked. “Want me to add a finger?”

You hesitated at his question and he quickly caught the worry in your eyes. “We’ll just add the tip, huh. You’ll stay pure. I wouldn’t want to doom my most loyal member.”

While he said those words, his fingers already slipped past your cotton panties, gliding through your wetness. Art shivered, his whole figure curving in on himself as he pressed his forehead against your chest. “Jesus,” he murmured and you stiffened at his words.

“‘S all right, sweetheart.” Art pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. “You’re not doing anything bad, yeah? I’m just making you feel better.” You nodded again, leaning forward to kiss him. Your tongues met wetly and his middle finger slowly slid into you. Art didn’t dare go any further than his knuckle, he meant what he said, no matter how blasphemous it was.

He continuously pushed just the tip of his finger inside you, groaning at the tightness. He had to be the first one to do this. Your hips were pushing back on him, almost making his whole finger slip inside but he always pulled back.

“Art,” you moaned desperate a strange sensation building inside you. Art could feel his pre cum pool in his boxers, his hips slightly humping upwards against you.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” his thumb flicked your clit, hot mouth trailing sloppy kisses along your skin. It didn’t take long for your movements to become frantic, the wooden bench creaking beneath Art, the incense clogging your senses, hot breaths filling the silence of the church.

“Father I—“ before you could finish your sentence, Art groaned, his whole finger ramming inside you as you called him Father. With a soft groan he came in his slacks and you right with him. His whole finger pumped inside you frantically, riding out your waves until you were overstimulated. Your thighs clenched shut on his hand and he gently pulled out, adjusting your panties. His hand stayed on your thigh for a moment, his lips meeting yours again.

Art helped you back to your shaking legs after a while, his lips pressing against your forehead before he sent you along. “I’ll see you at mass.”

He turned dismissively, head hanging low. You stumbled past the benches only turning one last time to see him standing at the altar, head hung low, right in front of the wooden crucifix with him bared against it. Sunrise broke through the colored glass, right past Art, who was only swallowed by the shadows.

Once you hit outside, a soft breeze kissed you, arms wrapping around you from behind. You turned surprised, your lips turning into a smile when your boyfriend pullled you in for a kiss. “And do we have him?” He asked with a devilish smile.

Your lips twitched before you gave him a small nod. “He didn’t even realize. Probably thinks I’m still a virgin.”

You both chuckle, walking home hand in hand. When your boyfriend pounds into you that night, you call him father, imagining it was Art hovering above you, his cock ramming inside you. Crucifix necklace dangling from his neck.

[livwritesstuff]

The first thing Eddie does when he’s done bringing Moe and her friends to the movies and back is track down Steve.

He finds him sitting at the kitchen counter with a sudoku puzzle.

“Oh my god, Steve,” Eddie says, his voice low as he watches Moe head up the stairs. After her bedroom door closed, he continues, “That was the worst fucking thing I have ever lived through.”

 “Well, it had to be better than the friggin’ Minions movie I sat through with Hazel,” Steve said drily, still looking at his sudoku, “I don’t know how Robin does these in under five minutes – makes no effing sense.”

“No, I’m not talking about the movie – Steve, I’m talking about the drive home.”

“The drive home?” Steve repeated, “The fifteen minute drive between here and Natick?”

“Steve,” Eddie said a third time, “The drive with four thirteen-year-old hellspawn in the backseat. Yes, I’d rather be a chew toy for demon-bats than live through that fifteen minute drive ever again.”

“Okay, don’t say that.”

“One of them tried to get out of the car at a red light, Steve.”

Steve blinked.

“Why?”

“I have no clue, man. One second we were all chillin’ and listening to Justin Bieber or whoever the fuck, and the next, they’re playing musical chairs or some shit at a red. I had to use the child lock, Steve. I haven’t used the child lock on my car since Hazel was in preschool.”

“Okay.”

“They kept rolling down the window to yell at other cars. Why were they doing that, Steve? Why were they doing that? And then the things they were yelling didn’t even make any sense – one of them kept shouting what color other drivers’ cars were.”

Steve only gave a sympathetic hum, his focus already shifted back to his puzzle (and Eddie really does try to avoid backseat-solving Steve’s sudoku, but, c’mon man, he could close out the 6’s if Steve gave him the chance). 

“Is this it for Moe, Steve?” he laments, “Have we finally lost her to the dark side of stupid-ass teenager shit?”

Steve just looked up at him sympathetically.

“I hate to break it to you, love, but–”

Eddie sighs, shaking his head, “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I was just as annoying when I was that age, I –”

Steve’s lip twitches.

Eddie looks at him. “That’s not what you were gonna say.”

Steve gave a minute shrug.

“You were gonna say I was worse, weren’t you?”

“Hey, I didn’t say a thing. I just think Wayne might have a few thoughts if you told him any of this.”

[sturnsblogs]

some idea for frat boy Chris au

•either reader or chris getting a partner as a "rebound" and end up cheating w each other.

•they went to a party got drunk maybe one of them got in a fight or walked in on with someone else and ended up leaving tg? (not sure that makes sense)

•maybe adding more tension with Nathan? Or even readers best friend..

BABY PLEASE

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

—

Nathan has ALWAYS had a thing for you.

Even when you treated him like a backup plan, he couldn’t help but want you.

So as soon as he found out you and Chris weren’t doing your thing anymore, he immediately slid up on your story.

Nathan:

you look really pretty.

Nathan:

i mean you always do, but that pic?

you looked…different. good different. soft.

Nathan:

sorry if that’s too much, i just had to say something

You:

no it’s not too much

it’s sweet

thank you

Nathan:

i’ve kinda been waiting to say something

just didn’t feel like my place before, you know?

You:

and now it is?

Nathan:

only if you want it to be

i’m not trying to push anything

but yeah…

i’ve always seen you. like really seen you.

You:

why didn’t you ever say anything before?

Nathan:

because he got to you first.

and you always looked at him like there was nobody else in the room

even when he didn’t deserve it.

Nathan:

i didn’t wanna be the guy waiting around

but i kinda was anyway

so here i am.

Nathan:

i don’t expect anything

just figured it was my turn to be honest.

You:

you’re kinda smooth, nate

has anyone ever told you that?

You:

because if they haven’t… they should

You:

also

i don’t think you’ve ever made me smile this hard through a screen before

You:

i always knew you were sweet

but this?

you’re being dangerous

Nathan:

dangerous huh?

should i stop?

You:

mm…

no

i kinda like it

You:

but just so you know

you’re not allowed to make me fall for you on a tuesday night over texts

that’s not fair

Nathan:

no promises

i’ve been waiting too long not to try

Nathan:

sooo…

how would you feel about hanging out sometime?

like a real hangout. just us.

could be a date. could be whatever you want it to be

Nathan:

i just wanna see you

no pressure, just… you and me

You:

hmm

depends…

Nathan:

on?

You:

are you planning on making me smile in person too?

because if so…

i might say yes

Nathan:

only if you promise to smile for me

deal?

You:

deal.

i’m free friday. pick me up at 7?

Nathan:

say less

friday at 7

and don’t think i won’t show up looking fine just to impress you

You:

i’d be disappointed if you didn’t

It was late—around midnight—when your phone started buzzing non-stop. One message. Then two. Then three. By the time you checked, you had over ten new messages. All from Chris.

Chris:

wow

u really said yes to him?

that’s funny as fuck

Chris:

you couldn’t wait like two seconds before throwing yourself at someone else?

Chris:

you’re such a fucking slut it’s crazy

Chris:

he told me

you couldn’t even pretend to give a fuck huh?

Chris:

hope he fucks you better than i did

Chris:

actually nah

you probably don’t even care

you’d take anything that gives you attention

Chris:

you’re really out here embarrassing yourself

congrats

Your fingers hovered over your screen for a minute. Your heart was pounding. That familiar sting in your chest hit hard. But you weren’t about to let him get away with this.

You:

are you serious right now?

You:

you told me to be your friend, chris.

this is what friends do now? blow up my phone & slut shame me for moving on?

You:

nathan showed me respect. something you couldn’t even spell.

You:

you don’t get to do this.

not anymore.

Chris:

i was just mad

fuck

i didn’t mean all that

You:

no. you did.

and it’s fine. now i know where we stand.

You:

don’t text me again.

Chris:

please baby i’m sorry

i didn’t mean it i swear

Chris:

i was drunk

i was pissed

i just—i freaked out

Chris:

the thought of you with him made me lose it

Chris:

you know how i get

you know me

Chris:

please don’t shut me out

i can’t take it

Chris:

i fucked up, i know i did

but i didn’t mean that shit

not really

Chris:

you know you’re not like that

i was just hurting

Chris:

i’m hurting now

please talk to me

Chris:

i miss you so much

i don’t even sleep anymore

it’s just you in my head

Chris:

just tell me you hate me or something

anything

just don’t leave it like this

—

A/N- THANK YOU FOR THE IDEAS ANGEL. ALSO do you guys prefer mean chris or nicer chris

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturniolosrtewsexy yi @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl @freshlyinlovewchris @whore4chris @matts-girlfriend @ariana3lovesu @sturnl0ve @cass-sturn @sturns-mermaid @sunrisemill @fadedstvrn @ikyoudreamofme @mattsdemi @kitkatbar1275 @skelet0nsinmyycloset @lezleeferguson-120 @bells-sturn @sturniolosymphony @kenziesturniolo54 @kikirasweatsweathoho @emely9274 @cherryystemm @realuvrrr @zenithsturniolo @kier-with-a-k @eeyoresturnz @elizasturn @ribread03 @sturnslux3 @costalgirlyr @pizzapocketpocketpizza @arianna1342 @mattsplaything @ed1tssturnn @ivysturnss @ilovemenwithlonghairr @whore4-chrissturniolo

[pearlywritings]

Blade + the erhu, please and thank you!

(Miss pearly, is that another reference to the phantom of the opera? Just asking)

Crazy but this prompt was asked for Blade twice! And once again - yep, that's the reference! (hopefully you all are not fed up with me yet--) On side note - it's been always a challenge to write for this man and every single time I pray that I didn't fuck up his character,,,,,,,

Always there

pairing: Blade x reader

prompt: "I will wait for you"

word count: 812 words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

The ever-sullen Stellaron Hunter has always had a hard time understanding your reasons to stay by his side. It isn't obnoxious clinging or following him wherever he goes, or even intentional lingering in the shadows nearby like you are some kind of a stalker.

No, it is none of that. You are just… there.

Obviously you are always there - working for Elio at the base as the Hunter’s personal chef quite literally predestines it. Blade doesn't remember the details, but it had probably something to do with Kafka and her complaints about Silver Wolf’s eating routine. And his. And the fact you poisoned someone to the point of royally pissing the IPC, which put “Wanted” posters across the universe with your face on them and landed you in the care of Destiny's Slave.

What he means is…you are strangely there for him.

You notice the dishes he takes liking in (despite him dodging all your questions) and cook him those when you think he looks especially gloomy. Every time he departs on a mission, somehow you manage to send him off with a packed meal - either you slip it into his luggage, or pass it on through his assigned partner or simply distract with conversation and thrust the container right into his hands. Lately, as you two got closer, you also started adding self-made sedatives and sleeping medicine to his meals. Did he try to kill you for that? No, but he did suggest adding poison next time.

Which you never did.

Why did his sleep get better?

Of course, you’ve grown to be caring towards every member of the crew - making Kafka her favorites whenever she had a shitty day, gently but sternly forcing Silver Wolf to eat properly, coming up with ways to feed Firefly delicious food too and letting her help in the kitchen, and managing to fulfil wild requests Elio sometimes has.

But Blade feels like he is special to you. Even if it took him half a year to admit it to himself.

“I’ll be here as long as you need me,” you once told him, as you were stirring the pot and Blade came to the kitchen to hide from the girls who, led by Kafka, wanted to mess with him. Too focused on wrapping clean bandages around the fingers of his left hand, the man didn’t let the thought sink at first, but once he did, he said nothing.

Something told him these were not the words you said to everyone.

Why did they bring him an allusive sense of peace?

Later on he started spending time with you - in training. Being a chef and knowing your way with the knife is good, but, as you reasonably noted, you are a part of the Stellaron Hunters now. It’ll never hurt to learn to defend yourself. 

Blade has never been known to be gentle. No matter if you are a sword master or a newbie - he’d go hard on you anyway, putting you through a hell of a routine. He was honestly thinking you would’ve soon realized that such harsh treatment wasn’t for you and turned to one of the female members. However, every day he’s at the base, you come. You whine and huff from exhaustion, but don’t complain. You listen carefully to his instructions whenever he stops the fight to give them (and he does so rarely, preferring the learning through the ‘life or death’ combat). You lie on the floor of the training area every single time the training ends, look up at him holding his sword and boring his red-hot coals of the eyes into you, and promise with a shaky smile, that ‘ten more minutes, a shower, and I’ll go make us an after-workout snack’.

Usually it’s more than ten minutes. Occasionally he has to carry your body to the showers, and you go limp on his shoulder on purpose. He quite often waits for you after he’s done with his own clean up. He rarely misses your cooking afterwards.

When did he start standing close to you as you cook, looming over you, staring at your hands over your shoulder?

He also doesn’t know how you two ended up sharing a living space, a bed even. Once, twice, a week, a month… At some point he just accepted it as a part of his life now. After all, you are not making it worse.

He is sane enough to be honest with himself - it got a little bit better.

You kiss his scars and run your fingers through his hair to calm him.

He lets you.

You are not clingy though.

He turned out to be one.

“I want you to see me as the place where you can always return to.”

He…bitterly laughs, but doesn’t say anything against.

“I will be waiting for you.”

…

He chooses to believe you.

[peachhcs]

omg wait emma is probably beating herself up because gabe changed her perspective on dating athletes and he went and hurt her in some way 😭

ughhhhhh i knowwww my babies 🥲 here's the long awaited part 2 to the crazy part 1 cliffhanger. part 3??? (idr if we emma’s roommate ever had a name so now it’s maya) this has also lowkey just become part of the emma + gabe au

au masterlist | part 1

the next three days were a blur. gabe was on a plane for new york the very next morning after a quick goodbye to his teammates despite some of them flying to new york to be there for his debut in two days. he signed the contract on the plane and then was rushed around for a photo op, gear handling, a snappy introduction to the team, and then he was back on the ice preparing himself for the next game.

the boy hardly had time to think about the breakup which was a good and bad thing. good because he could focus on getting himself ready to debut in madison square garden, but bad because he knew when he had a minute to breathe it’d really hit him.

that wasn’t to say he wasn’t thinking of emma still though. he was. she was a thought in the back of his mind as he was rushed to this and that, always thinking about how much better it would all be if she was at his side doing these photo ops or cheering him on from the side. it actually hurt a lot more than gabe wanted to admit.

it hurt tremendously.

there wasn’t even hesitation as the words left her lips on that phone call. gabe could hardly keep up and the next thing he knew she wanted to break up. he couldn’t even explain himself because she hung up.

god, it hurt so bad.

no one could see him break though. he needed to put on a brave fave for the fans and all of his new teammates. he needed a good first impression which meant he couldn’t be known as the rookie kid who just got broken up with, so gabe swallowed that hurt and smiled as best as he could for everyone now watching him.

right before he stepped onto the ice and did his rookie lap, he wondered if emma was back in boston watching.

she was. on her laptop. the blonde couldn’t help herself as she pulled it up with tears still pooled in her eyes from the last few days. even broken up and mad at him, she was still so, so proud of him. he dreamed of this everyday and watching him finally up there with the big guys filled her heart despite it still being heartbroken.

“are you watching his rookie lap?” maya, emma’s roommate, wondered when she saw the blonde’s laptop.

“yeah..” emma admitted sheepishly. maya frowned though. she hated seeing her roommate so upset, especially over a guy.

“he’s not worth it, em. he couldn’t even tell you,” maya stated. the blonde grimaced.

“i know, i know..i just..he was so nice. he was caring. he cared. no guy has ever cared about me like that before and he did. i..fuck…i really thought he was different. so stupid,” emma shook her head in frustration which made maya frown even deeper.

“he obviously didn’t care enough if he couldn’t even tell you about signing on, but he could tell everyone else. especially samy.”

“samy’s a longtime friend…it makes sense that he told people and not me..i just..i don’t know why he was scared to tell me. i would’ve been so happy for him,” the blonde defended the michigan soccer player. samy was the girl for sure, but she was also the sweetest person emma’s ever met so she’d do anything to defend her.

she knew samy was a longtime friend of the boys, so she didn’t blame gabe for telling samy and not her. it made sense. it just didn’t make sense why he was scared to tell her. emma would’ve been so happy for him too!

“well, he clearly didn’t value your opinion in the decision either. he’s a douche, em. what did you really expect out of a hockey player?” that stereotype always hurt to hear because emma never dated athletes before this and she really, really thought gabe wasn’t like the others.

and he did prove himself. he texted her. he called her. he hung out with her when he was free. he even spent time with her after a long day of classes and practice. emma could almost confidently say he prioritized her above hockey.

almost.

the fans on the video stream started cheering. emma redirected her attention and watched as gabe stepped onto the ice to take his lap in an arena full of fans. she imagined herself there..they talked about it before. she’d be front row wearing his name on her back so the arena knew she was his.

instead, she was in her bed, eyes full of tears because of idiotic decisions.

gabe didn’t have down time until two days later. for the first time since he got to new york, the boy sat down without worrying about needing to be anywhere in five minutes for press or pictures. he was in the comfort of his apartment when it all started to really hit the rookie.

he loved new york. it was everything he dreamed of, but right now it was just him. he didn’t know a lot of people yet so the loneliness crept in fast. he missed the guys back in boston. it was lively in that 8 person suite and now his apartment was so..quiet. he also hadn’t had any time to decorate so things were kind of scattered throughout the rooms half unpacked and half still in boxes.

emma hadn’t answered any of the texts he tried sending to her to get her to hear him out or at least talk again. he was left on delivered which was better than not going through at all because at least that meant she hadn’t blocked him yet.

the boy’s phone started buzzing at his side and his heart leapt at the idea of it being emma, but it wasn’t. it was will.

“hello?”

“perreault, hey! god, i just got around to calling you but congrats on your nhl debut! that’s awesome! you looked good out there,” will smiled through the phone and gabe smiled too.

“thanks, smitty. it’s good hearing from you.”

“i watched the stream for you and lean the other night. super awesome. god, i cant believe we’re all in the pro now,” will laughed.

“it’s hard to believe. doing that lap in msg felt like something from my dreams. i didn’t feel real,” the boys shared another laugh.

“dude, i know right? msg is so insane. i can’t wait to play you next season. i ain’t going easy on you.”

“didn’t even expect it,” at least will always knew how to lift gabe’s spirits without even knowing it.

“how’ve you been though? i got little updates here and there from samy about the game the other night. sucks you guys lost. sorry again,” will changed the subject. gabe figured samy wasn’t going to tell will for him about emma, so it was up to him to say something.

“i’ve been..better honestly. emma and i..she, uh, she broke up with me.”

there was a pause on will’s end.

“wait broke up with you? why?” he exclaimed.

“honestly, i don’t even know. that whole phone call was a blur after the game. she said stuff..i said stuff..”

“dude..i’m sorry. you guys were like perfect,” the sharks player mumbled.

“yeah..i know..” hearing will say that made gabe tear up. him and emma were perfect.

she fit him and he fit her so perfectly. they were so opposite, but in a good way that they balanced each other out. gabe never once thought there was someone better for him because she was for him. she talked his ear off about the new books she reading and he loved it. he loved hearing her talk excitedly about the plot or the characters. plus, whenever he talked about hockey she was always listening to intently. she wanted to learn so much about the sport he loved and that was something gabe had never experienced before. every other girl could care less about the intricacies of hockey.

“shit..i don’t know what to say. are you holding up

okay?” will asked.

“i mean, yeah. as best as i can be. i’ve been so busy, it’s been like not on my mind but i think it’s hitting me.”

“it always hits a few days after. did something like

happen or..i just..i’m in shock,” will mumbled.

“i mean..” the dark-haired boy trailed off for a moment. “i..i may have..pulled a you and didn’t tell her i was signing based on the fate of the game.”

“wait you didn’t tell her? why?”

“i don’t..i don’t know..i got scared? i was scared of her reaction of how fast it could all happen..i meant to i just..i never got around to it and then i didn’t tell her until..the night of the loss. that’s when she broke up with me,” gabe explained that night and the blur it was as soon as the game ended.

“shit, man..that..really sucks. i’m sorry,” will said.

“i don’t know what to do, will. i really miss her,” gabe cried a bit. he’s never called the blonde will unless it was serious.

“have you tried calling her?”

“she won’t answer me. i’m on delivered. i go to voicemail. i wanna explain myself, but i can’t if she won’t answer me,” gabe sniffled.

will’s never heard his best friend so upset before, but he knew the feeling really well.

“what if ryan or another one of the guys tried calling her? talking to her about it?”

“i really doubt she’d wanna talk to them either.”

“it doesn’t hurt to try. ask if one of them could check in with her and explain the situation from your point of view. i know this really hurts, g, but it will work out, i promise.” will said as corny as it sounded. it would work out one way or the other whether it was them getting back together or not. will hoped for the former because he did truly understand the scared feeling of telling close friends about a decision as big as signing onto a professional team.

although, the sharks rookie also knew how horrible it was to keep such a secret from the people he cared most about.

word travelled pretty fast throughout the boston boys when samy and ryan came back to the hotel that night and told them what happened. they were shocked to say the least and in disbelief that emma would just break it off so easily. it was so out of character for her too. ryan and samy knew as much as they did though and didn’t have many answers for the questions plaguing everyone’s mind.

the three days blurred together pretty fast for them too as a few of them traveled to td garden and then to msg for their best friends’ debuts. once they all got back, the reality of gabe and emma’s breakup started setting in and the boys realized just how often they see her around campus and how much she dodged them now.

with ryan gone, someone else had to step up to mediate. drew decided to take the lead after being told he was probably the nicest one on the team and extremely approachable. he was going to try and use that to his advantage after finding emma in the library one day.

him and emma weren’t the closest, but he could confidently say they got along and could always make conversation. drew didn’t want to startle her, but he didn’t know how else to get her attention besides walking up to the table.

his large figure loomed over the small table. emma noticed the shadow and looked up. her eyes widened a little seeing drew.

“uh, hey em,” drew said almost shyly.

the blonde’s face quickly flushed as she almost automatically started packing up her things, “uh, hey. sorry. i can leave.”

“wait, no, no. i-i..i’m sorry. things are probably weird but..i just..i was hoping we could talk?” drew quickly stopped her, a panic stricken expression on his face.

emma raised her eyebrow, “is this how gabe’s trying to talk to me? sending his teammates? i don’t wanna hear it.” she rolled her eyes

fuck. ryan was so much better at this kind of thing than drew was. the taller boy cursed under his breath and tried thinking of a different way to put this.

“he didn’t send me, i promise. none of us really know what happened. he didn’t say anything to us, promise. i just..i wanted to talk. see how you’re doing? we’re all still friends you know outside of gabe being your..was your boyfriend,” drew said softly and emma stoped her movements.

she studied the hockey player, determining if he was being serious or not. when she saw no malicious intent in his gaze she opened the chair next to her. drew smiled.

“i feel like how i’m doing is pretty obvious,” she mumbled.

drew frowned. he should’ve known that was a given. the breakup was still fresh. “i know i can’t apologize for him, but i am really sorry he never told you. that was a shitty move.”

“i just..i don’t get it. i don’t get why he couldn’t tell me. did he think i’d be upset? mad? i wanted this for him and i wouldn’t have been as upset if he just told me before the fact,” emma complained.

“i don’t really know what he was thinking either. i will say he did really wanna tell you, i guess he just..never got to it? or worked up the courage?”

“i just feel so stupid for not knowing and kind of pathetic that i wasn’t included in the discussions. i mean..i like get why samy and hannah knew because like..you guys have known them for like ever, but i dunno..i’m his—i was his girlfriend. i feel like i deserved something?” emma couldn’t believe she was ranting to his teammate, but she talked her roommate to death so it was kind of nice having a different outlet.

“you did deserve to know 100%. don’t think otherwise because you definitely deserved to be apart of the conversation. sometimes i think..certain conversation topics are harder with the ones we love because we know how much more it means compared to talking with people who we're used to..if that makes sense? not saying like..the other guys or samy and hannah aren’t important, but at this point we’re just all like siblings and telling one another stuff comes easy. i dunno, that doesn’t really make sense, but my point is you deserved to know and gabe should have told you sooner,” drew determined and his little ramble made the blonde chuckle.

“no, it does make sense. i appreciate you saying that. i totally get the brother-sister relationship samy has with everyone. i just thought that if gabe couldn’t tell me now then what else wouldn’t he be able to tell me later? i just wanted to save myself that hurt so i broke it off,” emma explained and drew slowly nodded.

“totally get it and totally makes sense. i think too that..maybe as a..freshly 20-year old hockey player that these kinds of decisions usually determine how the rest of our life goes. making it at 20 is not easy. i’m not trying to excuse what he did, but i think he does also deserve some grace too. with playoffs, the tourney, the decision..it can be a lot. it honestly could have slipped his mind too..or he had too much going on emotionally to be able to tell it all to you. either way, if you’re wondering what to do and i know you are, i would wanna hear him out one last time,” it was gutsy of drew to say that to a girl who just ended her relationship with one of his closest teammates, but emma also understood it.

if emma's learned one thing, it was that this group of people cared a lot about one another. she knew drew only wanted what was best for his friend and her, and yeah, sure, emma did consider what could happen if she did talk with gabe one more time. she just worried her feelings would cloud over and she'd give hime a second chance when he didn't deserve one.

"i don't even know what i'd say to him.." the girl mumbled. she didn't really have a lot left to say anyway. she really laid it all out for him on that phone call, mostly because her heart was talking more than her brain and she said some things she probably shouldn't have.

"i mean..you wouldn't even have to say anything. just see what he has to say. i'm not saying he does, but there's a chance he might. i dunno. just suggestions. you both really care about one another and after doing this with will and samy last year, i think we all learned that there is a lot that goes unsaid."

emma remembered hearing about will and samy's breakup last summer. she was at home for most of it, so she was never really around them, but she knew from gabe that both of them tried acting okay when they really weren't okay. she pictured what gabe was doing right now all the way in new york—probably at practice or something fun with his new teammates.

it was almost hard to believe he was upset about their breakup, but then again, she talked really fast on that phone once gabe explained what was happening so maybe emma really didn't know how the boy felt.

"anyway, i'll leave you be. i just wanted to check-in. you know we're always here for you, right?" drew got up.

"thanks, drew. i appreciate it." emma watched as he walked away. she was left with her thoughts again and now that drew brought it up, she had a tempting urge to call gabe back.

maybe hearing him out wouldn't be so bad? but what if she made the wrong choice because her feelings talked for her?

emma thought of samy again and decided that maybe she'd talk to her first to get a perspective who actually went through something like this.

[confusedmothboy]

hate travis haters cause like what did i ever do to you

thats in a joking manner btw i just relate to him on an unhealthy level lemme spew up my thoughts below the cut

so like. we all know hes an asshole the first few episodes. im gonna keep my thoughts and rationalizations on that to myself cause that's not what this post is about, and im not defending him there. BUT. he is such a relatable and accurate depiction of a man stuck in a matriarchial society. my source? *points to myself* i dont feel the need to delve into my home and family life too much on here but im gonna need you guys to know that i know.

okay continuing: travis is never the focus, and he knows that, which is why hes such a fucking asshole for the start of season one. his grief isnt the focus, his father (flaws and all) isnt the focus, and hes never considered that a) he would be stuck out in the wilderness with 15 teenage girls his age or that b) he would not be immediately feared and respected simply because hes a man.

i think he realizes this the second ben gives natalie the gun that he has almost no influence over the group, which he lashes out about. his love for natalie and his willingness to listen to her during season one overrides all of that soon after.

ever since then and through to the end of s2, hes an active side character, but only exists to further nat or lottie's arcs. he comes back a bit when javi is rescued, but as a character, he understands his place in this mini society and fits into it, mainly out of fear, considering what happened to jackie.

jackie also didn't fit into the yellowjackets' dynamic at the beginning, but unlike travis, she refused to adapt to a survivalist mindset. (she was also less of a incendiary dick but whatever whatever)

on doomcoming: i think that that's when travis realizes that not only does he not have control over the group, he doesnt have power over his own autonomy. the girls nearly gang rape and kill him, and he knows that by the morning, he cant do anything about it. considering its the 90s (though this mindset is still SO prevalent) he also probably feels like he should have enjoyed the parts before they held a knife to his throat. the only one who doesnt immediately let it go is jackie (someone who also took advantage of him btw), and she is literally frozen out for it. when they eat her, it serves him as a reminder that he would never have autonomy in the wilderness again, even after death.

just gonna throw the point that his character is very reminiscent of how female characters are usually treated in media out there (reblogged something that went SO much better into it than i can)

anyways, by season 3 hes damn near lobotomized. lottie breaks his mind with shrooms and manipulation and he has like 5 lines the whole season. could this be pinned on the Different style of writing that we were given in s3? yeah, but i think its him understanding thats in the new post fire dynamic, its not enough for him to be on the side, he needs to be PASSIVE. him exerting his strength or emotion is a reminder to the girls that they weren't always like that. he knows that hes one crashout away from being labled a dangerous, naturally aggressive man. him distancing himself from both nat and lottie is his way of undoing all connection from the girls he's grown to fear. plus, hes fucking Tired. hes given up on ever returning to society.

it doesnt matter that his biceps are the size of boulders or that he gets to hold the rifle whenever natalie decides hes allowed to. he is stuck!! my boy is trapped!!! he cant fucking do or say anything no matter how much they do against him - this guy is rightfully scared! despite all his rage hes still just a rat in a cage guys

sorry if all this is fucking incomprehensible but i feel really strongly about him because sometimes it feels like im the only person in this fandom who Gets It and whatever feel free to still hate him this is just yelling into the void

[monstersflashlight]

( Hi, I'm @mama-magpies-fantasies :3 )

Sharing because I'm too tired to write more about it, but incase you or any other followers get inspired.

Thinking about two dragons fighting for the same princess/human. They've established themselves in the same region but have always been at a stalemate when it comes to their strength and territory; never agreeing on a proper border.

I could see Y/N having caught the eyes of both independently, that is until one of them becomes bold enough to abduct them. By then starts the competition between both wyverns; getting abducted every other day to go from one nest to the other. They both try to woo you everyday, bringing in gifts, showing off their strength and skills, and doing little dances to show their body to their potential mate.

Honestly, it can be funny sometimes, their little fight can be endearing, maybe before you never thought you would have two people fighting over you of all people. And sometimes it can be annoying... You've come to appreciate the both of them and their differences, and the pressure to only choose one is getting on your nerves.

So why not play a little game into it? Get them to see each other more as equals than rivals. To compare them both, you have them share you equally in the same space; letting you have your own nest which can fit the both of them. Ground rules will make sure that they do not start any fights unless they want to be punished and shown as immature compared to their competitor. :3

In the end, I'm sure even in bed both would be quite competitive; after all they want to be the first and only to have you bare their eggs. You can't pass a day without being filled to the brim by either of them as most of the time, one filling you with their seed will cause the other to want a turn as well; creating a feedback loop of breeding until you pass out for the day.

A/N: That was very fun to read, I took it to my field with this one and wrote a lil something. Hope you like it! <3

Both? Both.

Dragon x dragon x fem!reader || sharing is caring, size kink, (light) breeding, eggpreg, (light) dom/sub dynamics (femdom)

You watched them fight and struggle with the realization that they were both important to you. They wanted to fight each other constantly, but you weren’t having any of that. You liked them both too much to let them destroy each other for a chance with you, when they both could get what they wanted. And if that meant you got two amazing dragons with incredible dicks… Well, that was a plus.

So, when you decided you were tired of watching them fight the other to gain your hand, you made them kneel in front of you, looking down to the floor until you had enough of it. Did it last three days? Possibly. Did you spend those three days sitting in front of them as they struggled not to look up at you? Definitely. Did you enjoy it? Greatly.

But after that everything turned out for the better. They stopped fighting, or at least they stopped in front of you. You still knew about their “secret” fights, but those were just stupid banter and a few scratches, you knew deep down that they really wanted to take it out on each other, but you said nothing. You just needed to wait enough to see how much it took for them to figure out they wanted to fuck each other senseless.

And even if you hated when they fought… You loved when it was to choose who got to fuck you first, who got to put their eggs in you… Poor dragons didn’t know nobody did anything if you didn’t order it first. But they looked so pretty fighting and growling at each other, pushing each other down until one of them overpowered the other and they were both panting and hard… It was totally worth it to let them fight it out. Especially when you got their dicks as a reward.

You got them on their backs, wings pinned down as you bounced on one dick and then the other, both of them staring adoringly at you as you took your pleasure on them. They were your pretty dragons, your protectors… and your toys. You loved to play with them like this, you loved when one of them lost control and filled you with his eggs, just for the other to growl and push him away just to fill you with another one. By the end of it you were a mess of come and your stomach was distended with their eggs… But you wouldn’t do anything differently. Especially when you told them you had enough and they took it on each other as you watched. Two powerful dragons fighting to see who was on top, just to end up rutting their cocks together until their bellies were a mess and you could lick it off them.

They thought they were two strong dragons protecting you, but when the time came, you were the one bringing them to their knees. Either to eat you out or just because you enjoyed having such big beast completely submissive to you. It was a good power trip, and made you wetter than anything. Outside the bedroom they could be the protectors, but inside… Inside, they had nothing to argue, nothing to fight for… Because you ordered them.

[devilstigeress]

im not gonna lie y’all are ruining the spirit of sinners.

i feel like i need to watch the movie again to comfortably respond to/comment under people’s posts, but this is just how i feel about it right now.

like i don’t get the mary hate… like genuinely, y’all don’t like her cause she’s white? Annie knew her to be family, why can’t y’all?

i could see why if she had no connection with the twins other than messing with stack one time, but she literally grew up with them presumably in the same household and fell in love with stack. that girl loved him and it was clear to me that he loved her back but understood that he couldn’t be with her, and in turn gave her a rich white husband, something he felt she was deserving of and it would be socially accepted.

of course she was angry about their absence at her mothers funeral but she was still very much loyal to the twins when it came to finding out remmick and his people weren’t what they seemed, just unfortunately met her fate before she could warn them.

another way i could see why is that she kept wanting to ignore the fact that stack was right about him being in danger if he were to be with her publicly. but then again she loved that man! literally romeo and juliet type shit-forbidden love. and in that time period that was a real first world problem and black people were lynched for much less. i think the fact that she had the tiniest percent of black in her and was white passing made her think less of it or just not as pressing.

Remmick is a whole other thing.

Yes, Remmick was the villain. But i think a better term for him would be demon. He was the most obvious demon. Being able to see the demons of others was remmick’s superpower and it’s how he justified turning everyone, like when he brought up mary’s momma passing and needing saving from her sadness or whatever the fuck he said, and bringing up Lisa to Grace since she couldn’t get to her daughter without leaving.

Stacks demon was that he always needed Smoke to protect him, and in turn Smoke’s was his inability to always protect his brother or the burden of having to protect him all the time, while also having to cope with the fact he wasn’t able to protect his daughter from her fate, mind you, Annie’s the only character that seems to notice this and knows that smoke needs protection too, and does it (the pouch she made for him).

Sammie’s demon is being the preachers son and not being accepted by his father because of his love for music, the one thing he has for himself.

Remmick’s demon was the fact that he was all alone. He wanted Sammie so he could go home to his people,i think his thoughts were if sammie’s music could bring him there, can’t it take him to where he wants to go?

Again i’m not defending Remmick but i think y’all are just seeing him as white and anti-black for trying to use sammie to gain what he desired. Mind you, weren’t the twins doing the same thing? Doing whatever and hurting whoever to maintain their ‘image’ as powerhouses and people to not be messed with.

and finally Annie. I LOVE ANNIE.

but I understand why people say she gives auntie. i haven’t seen posts of people who feel that way and why they said what they said, but i have seen posts from people mad about it being said.

me saying i get it doesn’t mean i found her undesirable because she was a plus size, or boring. *i too am plus size and don’t view myself as unattractive or undeserving of love*

with the way my mind goes, i think her and smoke’s love story could be one of the best out there.

I think people are saying it because she wasn’t portrayed like Pearline and Mary, two MARRIED ladies stepping out of their marriage to be with men that weren’t their husbands. They were both wearing silk (considered to be luxury and for ‘finer’ things) one was playing hard to get, the other was fiery, but they both knew what they wanted and they both got it.

Basically what i’m saying is that Annie wasn’t loud and attention seeking, she knew what she had, and knew her surroundings well, she was literally the most sensible character in the movie period. she didn’t panic when she realized that they were surrounded by vampires and was very no-nonsense about keeping them safe and making sure no one fell into the trap, and especially when it came to asking Smoke to kill her immediately if she was bitten.

doesn’t her presence and maturity give ‘mother’ to y’all? i don’t think that it’s a bad thing at all. the lady literally held smoke’s dominant self in her chest, his face was tucked into her boobs. to me it was like he’s an alpha to everyone else but around Annie he is comfortable and secure enough to be vulnerable. and then he gave her some dick right after so like what tf is we mad for??

[thatspurgatory]

OKAY FUCK DRAWING IM GONNA DEVELOP THE AMNESIA AU

//amnesia, gaslighting, just toxic yandere behavior

I do like the idea of people somehow discovering Silver is the son of Dawn Knight and Queen Leah and being the focus of attacks. He thought he was being injured for defending Malleus and that actually the person wanted to hurt Malleus instead of him, which isn't the case.

He gets hit by an amnesia spell, and the last thing he can see is his father coming up to him after defeating whoever was fighting Silver.

When he wakes up, the first he sees is this black and pink haired man throwing himself on him and hugging him, followed by some green haired guy starting to scold him for being so reckless. But all Silver can respond is, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

After the initial shock, Lillia ( who's very devastated to know his own son, doesn't remember a single thing about him, not even by telling him who he was) and Sebek go inform Malleus about the situation. Malleus was initially sad to know what happened to Silver... to think he probably doesn't remember Malleus either leaves him with a bitter taste on his mouth. However, he thinks it's better not to tell Silver everything, not even about his job as a bodyguard, as the amount of information he would get could stress him and not only but his duty might burden him when he needs to take time to rest.

Malleus and Lillia are very sure this attack was personal towards Silver, so while he rests, Lillia will look a way of regaining his son memories while Malleus investigates what the motive of the attack was ... he might as well need that person alive for now.

It's weird to Malleus, though, since Silver doesn't know about his duty and treats Malleus the same way he would treat a friend, even though he's more polite as Silver obviously knows he's a prince. It reminds him of simpler times when Silver was just the boy he used to visit every now and then, who loved to play with him, who didn't keep Malleus at a distance because of their roles.

Maybe Silver should stay not knowing this part. He can know everything but this, actually.

Malleus craves Silver's affection more than he knew, actually. He never knew how good it would be that they could hold hands, that Silver gets to talk to him about his problems (especially the amnesia) while Malleus listens and comforts him, that they even get to hug now... he doesn't want to let Silver go to being a retainer.

He can never return to the past now. Malleus doesn't want to feel so lonely anymore. He wants Silver close by his side, like a lover, not a guard.

Well, a little lie wouldn't hurt, would it? He did tell Lillia and Sebek to keep quiet about Silver's retainer job... it wouldn't hurt to tell Silver that he wasn't a body guard at all. After all, didn't that job hurt him? Malleus didn't need Silver's protection, but Silver DOES need Malleus to protect him at all times.

That mindset would worsen once Malleus found that Silver is being targeted for being Dawn's son. Ah, he gets too worried about him 24/7, and no one but Malleus is trustable enough to be so close to Silver, well, except Lillia and Sebek, he guesses. One more lie is fine. Those friends Silver had didn't want his good anyway, so even if Malleus did make some things up, he was right to do so.

The orders have changed now, and now they can't let Silver leave. What if he gets hurt so badly again? What if someone truly powerful is after him? Only Malleus can protect him. Not anyone else is capable of doing so. He tells Lillia that he doesn't need to look for a cure for Silver. They can just tell him everything. With the exception of that one information, of course. Lillia accepts it... maybe it's for the better that Silver doesn't know.

Ah, Malleus loves how Silver trusts him.

That's why he tells him they were lovers in the past, no more guard and prince history, that wasn't doing any good for both of them. They are lovers, always were, don't you trust Malleus to tell you the truth, Silver? It isn't good to worry about nothing at all? To just remain in the castle and love Malleus?

Silver doesn't need to know. After all, if he knew, Malleus would erase his memories once more again. That's the only way to save them both from a horrible path.

//yeah fuck the plot of the original game lol I just like the dialogues from Toma since they are very yandere!Malleus TO ME!!

"Are you scared of me?"

"Just like you don't care about my pain, I won't care for yours as well."

"I do everything to keep you safe, and yet you still escape."

I may have get some dialogues wrong BUT YOU GET THE VIBES

[hooked-on-elvis]

Those are absolutely two of my favorite pictures of Elvis. Of course I like the details and all the info I can get on the pictures. One thing I have to say is that in that moment Elvis was in his 7th season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (August 4th - September 4th 1972), and it was the first time he brought Linda Thompson to accompany him during the concerts (prior to that she had only accompanied Elvis during rehearsals in July). You can imagine how jealous I am of her because, well, just look at Elvis! 🫠🥲 Anyway, here's a little story about the fans with Elvis in those pictures:

Las Vegas, NV. Monday, August 28, 1972. Elvis with two Italian fans. The woman is Nicla Crippa and the man was the President of the Italian fan club, his name is Livio Monari. Livio Monari started the Italian FC in 1962. Together with Nicla Crippa, a personal friend and member of his Fan Club, they met Elvis just after the Midnight show on 26th August 1972. Photos taken that day didn't come out, so they asked to see Elvis again... to have new ones taken on the 28th August (2nd meeting) which are the ones shown above. They had just attended the Dinner & Midnight shows on the 28th Aug: when a waiter approached them - that Elvis was waiting for them.

Nicla said the following about the meeting:

1972 was a special year for me, I picked up all my saving of a year and together with Livio Monari at that time president of the E.P.F.C. of Italy, I flew to Las Vegas in August to see Elvis performing. When we arrived we were so excited that we started immediately to ask anybody of Elvis entourage if we could meet Elvis, crook Col. Parker was at a gambling table with his cigar and he said very rude "NO, you cannot met Elvis", then Joe Esposito who said No too, and when I told him "Hey Joe you are Italian like us" he answered "I'm not Italian, I was born in Chicago" very rude too... until I saw the name of Emilio Muscelli on an office door, I knocked and entered and I said with all my 18 years old enthusiasm (in fact I was not yet 18, I would have turned 18 on December 30) "Hi Emilio, we are Italians and we are here to see Elvis concerts and meet him"... well he took it good to his heart and from that point on he treated me like his daughter - he was 50 years old. We saw 14 concerts in 7 days and we met Elvis TWICE, the first time on August 26 but the pictures Joe Esposito took with Livio's camera did not come out as Livio due the emotion charged an already used film in the camera... the second time on August 28, this time we called a professional photographer to take the 2 pictures to be sure. When I saw Elvis the first time coming out of his dressing room I ran towards him and I almost jumped on him, I hugged and kissed him and he returned the hugs and kisses to me and he asked me "Hey baby how old are you" I answered "18" and he said "And you came all the way from Italy just to see me?" "Yes Elvis" and he "Oh baby..." and he hugged me again very tight. We stayed with him for 15 minutes, we gave him a trophy we brought from Italy unfortunately we have no picture of Elvis with our trophy but I saw it at Graceland Trophy Room in 1987. He wrote a dedication to me, and one to Livio, on 2 LPs we brought with us, he gave us a yellow scarf each, but especially I held his right hand in my hands for a long time, and he did not withdraw it, on the contrary he caressed my hands. He was such a gentle, sweet and tender person, he made us feel at ease and he slowed down speaking English as at that time I could not speak English well. We asked "when will you come to Europe?" he said looking at Joe "I definitely wanna go, after a project I have for January 1973 (Aloha from Hawaii) I'll ask Parker to organize a tour to Europe". The night after Emilio gave us seats in the first row, Elvis saw me from stage and he stooped down and he put a red scarf around my neck... and on August 28 we met him again same place backstage and he said "Hey you are still here, good", he had such a sense of humour. Those 2 meetings with Elvis still are the best moments of my life!

Credits: elvis-collectors.com

[bizarrelittlemew]

i still can't get over that HR fucked up so badly that i just suddenly owed $10,000. despite me calling attention to the error in december. which they proceeded to do nothing about for 6 months

[dashiellqvverty]

my opinion on season 11 is that ian and mickey were all over the place from episode to episode and i ultimately wasn’t very happy with where it ended for them