#in music fashion AND sport. but still be able to be as good in all' girl that is. your dom te talking

[fauxaltgirl]

'i'm like ONLY ever suuuper good at singing, ya kno what i meaan?? the other ten million things i do... i just CAN do them i'm not like AS good or likee AS invested' me when i want to be a si-dom soooo bad but still wanna have tert ne.

rip amy winehouse you would have loved being all 'wellll i don't know if i believe in mbti ya know wha' i meann?? not completely anyway. but likee. cleaaarly i'm like an ne-dom *laugh* cause liekg. i've been playing guita' and making my own songs and all that buuut. i wouldn't say i was a complete professional on it you know?? i'd just say i'm more like a jack of all trades...' estj queen

[jks1uv]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑡 (𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒) ; leon kennedy | one-shot |

summary: you meet leon again on quite the interesting night, after many years of his abrupt disappearance.

pairing: fem!reader x re4remake!leon + bartender!reader x richman!leon.

trope: estranged friends since childhood to potential lovers.

genre: the great gatsby au + fluff + slow-burn romance.

warnings‼️: leon's taller than reader + mention(s) of alcohol consumption + a few minor details alluding to fights + a brief misogynistic encounter w/ a sleazebag but it’s the 20’s so.

word count: 2,137.

random disclaimerrr!: i saw an edit of re4remake!leon on tiktok for the first time & i was like “who is this fine, handsome, young man⁉️” & it was love at first sight. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

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Crystal chandeliers that cost much more than your life hang gracefully from the ceilings. The Mahogany floors are polished and filled with servers and performers taking their places and preparing for yet another grandiose night.

Of course it was only a matter of time before the guests came into the mansion, but you liked to enjoy the moments of calm before the inevitable storm. It was kind of like rehearsing before a big play.

Albeit you played an insignificant part, everything had to be perfect for the night to still be the talk of the week.

Perhaps you thought too soon as a rush of water had flooded into the gates of the mansion and through the doors, evidently starting up the long-awaited party.

Music and laughter filled the obnoxiously large space of white and mahogany.

Servers were offering all kinds of delicacies and drinks to the guests, and they were living for it.

The dancers were wearing flashy colors like a blazing orange and a fiery red with a tint of navy blue. Large feathers drape their necks as they sit on the circular cages hanging from the ceilings.

How did they even get up there?

It reeked of alcohol and inferiority.

The women are wearing scandalously short skirts and revealing clothing. They have a drink in one hand and a man in another.

But you admire them. You admire their courage and carefreeness to be with whomever they like and do whatever they like. You admire their confidence as you don’t know if you’d be able to wear what they wear and speak how they spoke.

Everyone seemed to be having so much fun, you admit you are a little jealous.

You wonder what it’s like to be so rich, you’d never have to worry about making ends meet or how you’re going to afford to pay for luxuries like a great school or bills for the house. Maybe even go out to dine with some friends and sport a good fashion of coats and scarves and hats and heels.

You can only imagine.

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It was ten past two, and yet the liveliness of the party never faltered. Instead, it grew exponentially!

There’s a redheaded lady in an olive-green dress who is the singer for tonight. She’s accompanied by a male piano player in a classic black and white tuxedo.

“Well, hello there.”

The sound of a man snaps you out of your thoughts.

He was staring at you with his beady green eyes. You had to stop yourself from chortling in his face as the shininess of his head distracted you momentarily.

“What... can I get you?”

You finish your statement with the fakest smile you could offer. Your lips pursing upwards in disgust at the foul stench coming from his body. (Or was it his mouth? Definitely an unappetizing cocktail of both.)

He bares you his seemingly unbrushed teeth; his eyes look you up and down and a trail of uncomfortableness rises on your arms.

“I want you to come with me, doll.”

Uncharacteristically, you roll your eyes at his cheap take and your jaw clenches.

“Sir, I asked what I could get you. Not who.”

You knew rich people were snobby but this? This was new and it is ticking you off. His cocksure attitude made you want to smash the bastard’s face in.

He scoffs and has the audacity to look at you in annoyance.

“You’re a woman; you don’t get to deny me.”

The prick then raises an arm in an attempt at grabbing your wrist when someone intervenes. The stranger grabs his arm, pining it behind his back and locks him in place.

“To think what you lack in manners would be made up by your wealth.”

Sarcasm is your native tongue so you couldn't help but look to see who your knight in shining armor is.

This is this sound of another man and he sounds much younger. His voice is a bit deep and grave. It sounds kind of (very) attractive if you’re being completely honest.

He decides to step out from behind the plump-fitted imbecile and my God you think. The shock that fills your being from head to toe would be enough to bring Frankenstein to life.

His name departs from your lips before you could even register it in your brain. As if he’s a language you’ve now learned to master.

“Leon?!”

You couldn’t believe it.

The boy who left the West Egg in the midst of seventh grade for the East Egg was back?

And he was a man now… an insanely attractive man.

His hair is a dirty blonde; swept up and back with some gel. Two strands of hair are peeking out on the right end of his forehead. His eyes are sharp and a cool shade of blue. Leon’s skin still has that beautiful milky tan, his all-black tuxedo frames his bulky figure well.

He towers over the older man, your guess of his height being just about six feet. He wears a smell, an alluring one at that; a well-worn leather mixed with honeyed whiskey.

God damn you might as well turn into a bulldog with how much you’re drooling.

You hope nobody (Leon) caught your shameless ogling (he didn't, thank fucking god).

Leon looks to be just as agitated as you were with the older and much shorter man. He throws a temper tantrum over the taller (younger, handsomer, better-) man getting in his way.

“You outta stay out of grown folks’ business, kid. And let go of that arm while you’re at it.”

Leon raises an eyebrow in a way that was challenging the man. In a way that was mocking him; take her if you can.

But before things got even uglier, an outrage of women began to circulate the room. Some are screaming at their men for blatantly flirting with other women, others give in to their jealousy and scorn the other woman. Some of the men look like they’re going about to brawl with their so-called “best friend”.

It appears as though liquor really does the bring out the best and worse in people.

Chaos ensues like a zoo of wild animals. Food, drinks, and punches are being thrown from left to right.

Cleaning this up is going to be a nightmare but at least this wasn’t Mr. Gatsby’s place. He’d have you and the rest of the cleaners here up all night until the next afternoon.

Leon lets go of the jabbering baboon and grabs your hand from over the counter to help usher you out.

The older man moves forward, mouth open to protest but Leon throws a swift jab under his jaw and knocks him out cold. Your neck snaps up at him in shock and you see a mischievous glint in his eyes. A playful smirk creeps up his pink lips, and he winks at you.

This is going to be an interesting night.

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Leon takes you out to the front yard where the fountain is still spewing water. A blanket of dark velvet overtakes the sky and you’re serene.

There's a quiet chattering of crickets, a calm, cool breeze brushes by here and there.

He’s still holding your hand and when you look down at the action, he lets go and shoves both of his hands into his pockets while clearing his throat out of embarrassment.

A cloud of light pink dusts his cheeks.

Cute.

You make your way to the sidewalk of a once busy road, the dim moonlight serving as your source of sight as those damned streetlights are out.

You’re itching to talk to him, say anything. You look at him and ask.

“When did you get back?”

He eyes the night sky and says, “About a few days ago. I was just in town to catch up with my folks.”.

He looks at you during that last part. You look back down and nod.

It was (SO. FUCKING.) awkward: the silence.

You didn't know what to say.

Well, that’s swell Leon! It’s been a while and you’re still as good looking as I remember. Would you like to catch up some time?

Ridiculous.

So, you prompted for small-talk by asking what the time was. He replied with, “A quarter past two.”.

You exclaim at your loss of time perception. “Wow, it’s been that late already?”

He just nods as if it were obvious. “That’s why I’m walking you home.”

Your heart swelled at his gesture. It was comforting to know that even after all these years, he was still that sweet-natured boy you used to play with. He was still your Leon.

“You a gentleman to all the ladies?” You half-heartedly tease.

He chuckles at this and shakes his head. “Only my favorite ones.”

He meets your eyes and grins, and what a gorgeous sight it is. It's enough to make a girl's heart throb.

“I never forgot about you, Y/n.”

You look up at this and his eyes make you feel nervous instantly. You feel bare underneath his gaze, the intensity making your heart pound. You can’t bear it anymore; you look away.

Your face feels hot, and your stomach feels funny. You deeply inhale and exhale to calm your racing heart.

He's still staring.

To mask your (poorly hidden) flustered state, you attempt to make light of your condition.

“You might as well take a picture of my face, it'll last longer.” You look straight ahead and say (barely) coolly.

He stops walking, making you stop. He reacts like he did something so offensive and rude, he didn’t even notice it.

You fiddle with the pendant of your necklace, still refusing to look at him.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t even realize…” He trails off, awkward.

Staring is rude but because of how much of a gentleman Leon is, you’re far from offended.

“You- you were staring at me like-”

You cut yourself off. You didn’t want to get your hopes up and make a fool out of yourself if he wasn’t even doing what you assume he was.

“Like… what?”

He takes a step forward carefully, gauging for your reaction. His action causes you to instinctually look up at him.

Leon dips down to meet your height and a lopsided grin takes over his features.

Oh, he’s a smug son of a bitch now. His eyes gleam with an undying sense of amusement and there’s a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He tilts his head to the side, nonverbally teasing you at your loss of words.

He's looking at you in a way your pasts did; curiously.

There’s something he put in the atmosphere that feels like he’s trying to make up for all that time he spent away and the only way he sees you is through the lens of his pre-teen self.

You haven’t seen his face in years so how did you recognize him at first glance, just like that?

Maybe I’ve always missed you.

His eyes soften a bit, that ghost of a smirk vanishes away as the corners of his lips lift only in the slightest.

“I missed you, too.”

You blink a few times; your lips are slightly apart as his confession grounds you to Earth.

Did he just…? He heard that?! YOU JUST SAID THAT??!! OUT LOUD??!! Wow! How embarrassing!

You groan softly and close your eyes, rubbing your forehead but he just smiles largely and chuckles at your discomfort. Not in a way to shame you, never that. In a way that says, you never have to hide your affection from me.

You just couldn’t help it. The corners of your lips turn upwards as there’s just something about this boy, his aura, that just leaves you helpless.

His laughter dies down and he look to his right. His shoulders droop a bit and he looks down, his shoe digging into the dirt under his feet.

“I’ll, uh... I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says, a twinge of disappointment in his tone.

You turn around and don’t even realize you’ve made it to the front of your house.

“Oh.” You say lamely.

You walk up the stairs with Leon following closely behind you and you unlock your door. You pause before turning the knob, something makes you stop.

He bites his lip in anticipation, waiting for you to say something and you do.

You turn around and say, “I’m glad you’re back home, Leon.”

His face lights up, like this is all he’s been waiting to hear. Like he’s been waiting to hear how you feel.

He nods and tries to hide the giddiness in his bones (he fails miserably).

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Before you slept; you prayed to see him more often. There was a lot of catching up to do.

[sometimesanalice]

“well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here”

Bradley and SG please 👉🏼👈🏼 love your work Alexa ☺️☺️

Charlie, you gem! Thank you for always being so lovely and supportive! I hope you enjoy this one! 🥰

There You Are

Summary: It's the first time you're seeing Bradley in over 2 years. A lot of things have changed for you since the night he'd called you before that mission, but if there was one thing you knew you could count on, it was that he'd always be there for you.

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 1.5K

It had been nine days of radio silence.

Nine days since Bradley had called you in the night before he left for whatever classified mission the Navy had ordered him back to Top Gun for.

Nine days of wondering and hoping for the best. Trying to convince yourself that no news was good news.

Nine days of not tasting any of the meals you'd forced down as you waited. Not that you had much of an appetite anyways.

Nine days of tossing and turning in the bed you slept alone in, as you worked on untangling your life from your now ex boyfriend. The two of you agreeing to share the apartment like roommates until you found out about the promotion you were up for.

The one that might take you to San Diego. To the sunshine and ocean. To new opportunities. To your best friend.

You had pretty much dropped everything the moment you saw Bradley's name flash across the screen of your phone. The relief that washed over you at the sound of his voice- at his Hey, kid- nearly sent you to the floor.

While it had been another few days before you were able to get on a plane- he'd told you there were still some debriefs and paperwork that still needed to be done before him and his team could take leave- but you'd started packing your suitcase the moment the call ended.

You were antsy the entire six hour flight from Boston. You'd apologized more than once for nudging your neighbor's arm as you shifted and squirmed in your uncomfortable seat.

Hearing that final ding of the seatbelt off sign was music to your ears.

You'd called him the moment you stepped off the plane and Bradley picked up on the first ring.

"This feels familiar, doesn't it?" he rasps over the phone. You know he's thinking about the Spring Break you'd went to visit him at UVA. He'd picked you up at the airport then, just like he was doing now. "When is it my turn to be picked up at the airport, kid?"

Of course they'd dropped you off at the furthest gate in Terminal 1. You let out a huff and then set about threading your way through the throng of people standing between you and your best friend.

"Please, when's the last time you flew commercial?" you tease. "And it's not all of us can just waltz onto a Naval Base anytime we want."

"Hey, no one's stopping you from joining up. I'll even write you a letter of recommendation."

You weave around a stroller.

"Hmm, pass. But thank you for the generous offer."

And then past a couple holding hands.

He chuckles. "Guess that means I get to keep my title as designated chauffeur, huh?"

"Lucky you," you sing.

If you weren't on a mission, you'd consider stopping at the coffee shop that you're briskly gliding past for a quick cappuccino. But you had other priorities.

"Such a smart ass." You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

You speed up your steps, the glimmer of the exit now in sight. "Why don't you say that to my face, Bradshaw."

"I'm trying to, but you're taking forever," he grouses, famously the more impatient one of the two of you. "I'm to the left of Arrivals gate, by the way."

You smile to yourself. Knowing him, he has probably been there for at least an hour keeping tabs on you with some flight tracker app he'd downloaded on his phone.

"It's a good thing you told me, I'm not sure if I'd recognize you with that bold fashion statement you're sporting on your face now."

Bradley scoffs indignantly. "You haven't even been here thirty minutes and you're already dunking on the 'stache, kid? It looks better in person, give it a chance."

You pull over just to the right of the Terminal exit, tucked next to a potted ficus, taking a moment to scan through the crowd of people waiting for their own travelers. He's not hard for you to find, standing head and shoulders above everyone else in the area.

Whole and healthy and here in front of you.

It's been a little over two years since you've last seen Bradley in person, he'd been stationed in Japan before his return to Top Gun. It was still hard to believe that the lanky boy you'd grown up with had become the well-built man standing across the way from you.

During his time in the Navy, he'd truly come into himself. The easy confidence in his posture was well earned and looked good on him. But you had to stop yourself from laughing and giving yourself away when you see him impatiently tapping his toes. Because no matter how much some things change, there are some things that will always be the same.

"I don't know about that," you muse, still taking him in because there was a moment there when you weren't sure you'd ever get to see him again. "I can see it from here and I'm still on the fence about it."

You see him look around, confused for a moment, head swiveling trying to spot you. You don't keep him waiting long, stepping out from your hiding spot and into view.

You mouth hi and give him a little wave.

"Hey, there you are." There's no missing the wide grin on his face. "You going to stand all the way over there or are you going to come see the mustache up close and personal?"

You laugh and shake your head making your way to him. "I guess I might as well considering I did fly all the way across the country to see it."

"And me, I hope."

"And you," you confirm.

You end the call, tucking your phone into your bag as you close the gap between him and you.

Those whiskey brown eyes are one you've known your whole life. His curls looked like they've seen some sun, as did the rest of him. And the soft smile he had directed at you looked like contentment.

What stops you in your tracks are the fresh cuts that mark his face, new scars to be mixed in with the ones you already knew so well. They're shade of bright pink that's impossible to miss.

"Oh my god, Bradley."

He doesn't say a word as you gently take his face in your hands, tilting his head this way and that, inspecting him for yourself. He just gazes at you, reading every emotion as they run across your face, as you try to hunt for any clues to an answer about what happened that you know you'll never get.

"I'm fine, I promise," he murmurs.

"It doesn't look fine," you press.

He grasps you wrists with his warm hands and coaxes yours down between the two of you.

Too close. Whatever it was was too damn close. The evidence is right there on his neck and behind his ear, and you hate it.

Bradley squeezes your hands reassuringly. "I'll have you know passed the concussion protocol with flying colors." He tries to play it off as a joke, but the dark circles under his eyes and the weariness you see around the corners of his eyes tells a different story.

"Does it still hurt?" you ask, trying not to let your voice wobble.

"Well, I do feel a little better now that you’re here.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You're so-"

Ridiculous. Frustrating. Important to me.

You don't get to finish you sentence because Bradley is tugging you into his broad chest. The arms that wrap around you are fuller now, but his hug is as just a familiar as it's always been.

Yours thread themselves around his waist instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

He holds you close, holds you tight. Bradley's always been the type to really hold on tight because he knows what it's like to have to let things go.

People come and go. There's the sound of departure and arrival announcements on the speakers overhead. Some people are saying their goodbyes, and some- like the two of you- are saying hello.

All of it happens around you and Bradley. As you hold him and he holds you. Both of you all too aware that this moment hadn't been a given.

"Thank you for not standing me up," you whisper, throat thick.

"I wouldn’t dream of it, kid," he says, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, and gives it a little wiggle.

You blow out a breath, not wanting a raincloud of what-ifs to damper your golden afternoon.

"Hi," you say again.

"I'm happy to see you," he replies, earnestly. You just nod your head because the feeling is so, so mutual. "You just gained three hours, you up for a little adventuring?"

"I’m all yours, Bradshaw."

It didn't matter to you what you did for the four days you were in town, just that you got to spend it with him.

"Good." He drapes a heavy arm over shoulder and reaches for your suitcase. "Because I'm pretty sure I owe you a milkshake."

You let him steer you towards the exit, to where you assume the short term parking garage is located, and ask, "Can I drive the Bronco?"

Bradley pauses. "We'll see."

You grin because it's not a no.

The California sun hits you in full force as you step out the automatic doors. You reach up and tug out the sunglasses that had been haphazardly tucked into the pocket of his silly Hawaiian shirt- that you were definitely going to tease him about later- and slip them on your face.

Bradley smiles over at you.

"I think California is going to suit you, kid."

And for the first time, here with him, you think it might too.

[madelynhimegami]

Maguro Sasaki Guide

I can't tell if these have started to balloon out of control, or if I didn't do Ecolo and Amitie enough justice in their posts? If it's the latter, I might need to redo them...

Maguro Sasaki is a bundle of energy tightly secured in a chill package.

He may or may not be the closest anyone in the Puyo cast gets to "shitposting memelord."

When he was younger, Maguro was a frequent target of bullying. Two things changed by the time he hit middle school completely overturned that.

The first thing was that the onset of their grade's puberty led to Maguro to start becoming handsome-- and a lot of classmates noticed.

That's why Maguro has his eyes covered by his hair. His face is so beautiful that anyone who sees it uncovered falls in love. He and Ringo (who is immune by being a childhood friend) call it the "beauty beam."

It has been confirmed multiple times that the effect has no regard for gender. At most, those not attracted to guys are left unaffected (but even that's speculative).

The second thing that happened by middle school is that he decided to get better than his bullies at what they do best-- and succeeded.

Consequently, Maguro has a vast skillset. He also enjoyed developing those skills enough that he considers them hobbies.

Said skillset/hobbies include: ★ Kendama (naturally) ★ Fashion ★ Cooking/baking ★ Sports ★ Chess and tabletop games in general ★ Video games ★ Martial arts ★ Fishing ★ Dance ★ Musical instrument playing (Tuba has been mentioned) ★ Stage magic and sleight of hand ★ Lockpicking ★ PC building ★ Puyo Puyo

Basically, if you can think of a skill or hobby a middle schooler would realistically have, odds are Maguro knows how to do it and is ridiculously good at it

Despite that, he considers himself more of a generalist than an expert in any of the aforementioned.

Becoming good at so many things has led to him being confident enough to not be bothered by bullying anymore.

Not that it happens particularly often. He's actually quite popular, and his skillset makes him in high demand with several student-run organizations.

He prefers hanging out with Ringo, though.

As you can probably imagine, while he's generally unphased by rudeness directed at himself, he does not take the bullying of others lightly.

Probably comes with the territory of not only being a former bullying victim (and being best friends with someone who almost certainly got bullied and may very well still does) (like have you met middleschoolers?), but also an older brother.

Maguro's brother is apparently helpful and kind-hearted, but can be easily exploited because of that.

Being from a fishmonger family, Maguro is well versed in the physical characteristics of fish and is able to identify many different species on sight.

Maguro's greatest frustration with his life is his inability to devote all the time he wants to spend on his myriad hobbies (honestly, mood).

Compounding this is his ever-shifting focus. He often finds himself unable to stick with anything for very long.

Maguro also hates having to sit still doing nothing. He always needs something to keep himself busy.

Socially, Maguro is pretty well put together. He's very chill and good at helping others staying chill. He can get a good read of situations fairly quickly and is pretty good at knowing what to say.

He doesn't surprise easily, either. Generally he's able to roll with a lot, but doesn't handle abrupt changes or being put on the spot very well.

Maguro and Ringo vibe so in sync that they're telepathic when they Puyo battle, be it with or against each other. Literally.

He knows how to best keep Ringo from getting too stressed, and also knows how to ground her wild-running excitement. Except when he's the subject of her excitement.

Maguro's speech and behavior (in Japanese) suggest a connection to a subculture among male Japanese teenagers that started cropping up around the time that Puyo 7 was released. Short version is, it suggests that Maguro's not interested in dating or pursuing a relationship. Interpret that as you will.

As a result, he doesn't like when people assume that he and Ringo are dating.

At some point after 20th Anniversary, but before Puzzle Pop, Ecolo had become enough of a staple to physics club hangouts that Maguro no longer seems to have trouble remembering him.

Ecolo considers Maguro an enjoyable person to play Puyo against, and Maguro does know that Ecolo is a friend (with a tendency for mischief). But beyond that, as far as I know their relationship hasn't been explored all that much.

With how much Ringo vibes with Maguro and Ecolo, I'm very sure the latter two would get along quite well once they got to know each other better.

Maguro has a strong dislike of scalpers. He also says to support your local brick-and-mortar game stores.

It probably goes without saying, but Maguro is a huge nerd. His flavor of nerd tends to be a lot more media-centric than Ringo's.

If something of interest comes up, Maguro can't hold back the urge to infodump. One Quest mini-story has him interrupt multiple times, Emperor's New Groove-style, to just gush about Sonic the Hedgehog. He even admits he's not supposed to be in the story.

He'll also start infodumping when he just knows a lot about of the subject in general. (And that's how Witch ended up concluding he was stalking Ringo)

[headfullofpresley]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

This is part three of Good Rockin' Tonight, find part two here.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,2K

Summary: Elvis can't do the friendship thing anymore- he misses you and wants you back, but when you reject him, he makes a decision that he regrets for years. But haven't the both of you learned that the heart wants what it wants?

Warnings: angst, exes to lovers, some time jumps, strong language, alcohol consumption, smut; semi public, vag penetration, unprotected sex.

A/N: the urge to let this series have an angsty ending is big... 😈

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The universe worked in strange ways.

Ever since you and Elvis broke up, you had grown closer together. He genuinely considered you his best friend, but this isn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t want to be your friend after everything you had gone through together – he wanted to be your man.

He wanted to be yours and only yours.

He seemed to be a little more open about his manager to you – he’d hang on the phone to cuss him out to you every time something happened – and although he was still stuck doing horrible movies that lacked the art he wanted to create, he didn’t let his manager or anyone else hold him back from doing what he wanted to do.

He’d often go to Sunset Records, most of the time in the dead of the night, and have Lori open up a studio for him so he could cut some records. Real records, not the movie soundtracks he was unfortunately forced to sing.

You’d accept his invitations of coming down to the studio sometimes as well, because you loved seeing him in his element and being around him – after three years, it didn’t hurt as much anymore – but he understood that it wasn’t always possible for you to be there because you had a life on your own.

He didn’t want to be the reason for you to get fired… again.

You had left your small fashion adventure for what it was and got a job at Pop Weekly, a magazine that catered to music and film only. It didn’t pay as well as Seventeen, but enough for you to live comfortably and move into a bigger apartment where you lived alone because Red and Lori had taken the next step in their relationship and got a place together. They were barely living in it though, since they’d usually be where ever Elvis was.

Elvis couldn’t help but wish you were there too, he wanted you by his side every single day, but he knew you were happy. You were living the life you had always wanted and he loved seeing your face light up every time you spoke of your job.

You were the reason he never declined an interview from Pop Weekly.

Still, the fact that you and him were not actually together as a couple tugged at his heartstrings uncomfortably every time he saw your face or heard your voice.

 

“This better be good, Presley!” you yelled through the studio as you were let in by Lori. The clock currently read 2 in the morning and since you were still working on an article because you couldn’t sleep, you accepted his invitation for you to come down to the studio. You didn’t want to at first, but he persuaded you, telling you you needed a break from writing before you’d start going cross eyed. You knew he was right. “Or I’ll kick your ass,”

Lori grinned at you, because both of you knew Elvis wasn’t able to hear you from the lobby. As Lori locked the door and turned back to you, noticing the outfit you were sporting, she raised her eyebrows. You looked down at the baby blue colored pajamas you were wearing – a nightie Elvis had gotten you a few years ago, but you decided to wear the matching shorts with it this time to at least cover yourself up a little bit.

“What? It’s in the middle of the night,” you shrugged, swiftly turning around to walk into the studio where Elvis was before she was able to detect the sweet scent of your perfume and sheer shine of gloss on your lips.

Lori shook her head a little with a laugh as she followed you into the studio, making her way over to Red who was sitting in a shivel chair by the panels. The ginger haired man pressed a button, announcing your arrival to Elvis who immediately looked up and made his way to the space you were in with a smile so bright it made his eyes look a little smaller than they actually were.

“There she is, the little workaholic,” he had you in his arms before you could even give him a proper respond other than a laugh, your arms automatically winding around his waist to greet him back with an embrace.

“Says you,” you chuckled as you looked at him when he let go of you, poking his chest. “The man who’s cutting records at 2 in the morning,”

“I’m a goddamn vampire, you know that,” a smirk tugged at his lips and you rolled your eyes, letting him take your hand to guide you to the two seater that was placed against the wall. “Haven’t seen you in this in ages,”

You looked down at the way his fingertips played with the fabric of your nightie that sprawled out around you. As his warm hand came in contact with your bare thigh, you kicked off the flats from your feet and pulled your legs up the couch, giving him the opportunity to place his hand on your knee.

And he took it. Ofcourse he did.

“They’re waiting for you, El,” you told him with a small grin on your face, nodding to the people that were present in the studio, waiting for Elvis to get back behind the mic. “They’re human and humans need sleep, remember?”

He laughed softly at your words, biting his lip as he looked at the musicians in the recording booth. He kind of regretted having you come over, because now that he was seeing you in that nightie and your face bare of make-up, there was no way he could focus on his music anymore.

“I’m gonna send them home,” he said, getting up from the couch. You frowned as you grabbed his arm to stop him, looking up at him. “I wanna spend time with you, honey. It’s been a while since we been alone,”

Your heart did a somersault in your chest. You hadn’t been truly alone with him since the two of you separated because you were always surrounded by his entourage whenever you met and you were never bothered by that. But now that he was looking at you like that with that suggestive little smile, being alone with him was all you wanted.

You had no idea what he was up to, but as he shot you a wink while walking into the recording booth to tell the musicians they could go home, you were pretty sure an innocent conversation to catch up wasn’t anywhere on his mind.

 

Your suspicion was right. He didn’t send everyone home and asked you to stay back to talk about how your day’s been, and you were far from interested in small talk.

How could you even think about anything when he had you straddling his lap on the couch, his hands running up and down your sides underneath your nightie as his lips were marking your neck.

Maybe this was a bad idea and you had no idea what was going to happen between the two of you after this, but right now you couldn’t get yourself to care. After all these years, he was still able to make you throw all caution to the wind and listen to your body instead to your brain.

Your body had a complete mind of its own, your arms automatically raising for him to take your nightie off and leaving you in just your shorts on top of him. Sitting back against the couch, he looked at you as his hands ran up your stomach to gently cup your breasts in his large palms, his thumbs ghosting over your perked nipples.

God, he missed this. He missed you. He slept with other women after you and him split, but nobody could ever compare to you. The way your body responded so well to him, the way he knew all of your weak spots, what you did and didn’t like… you and him worked well together. Fit perfectly together like a puzzle.

He honestly believed you were made just for him.

“Kiss me,” you told him, running your hands up his arms and to his shoulders to squeeze them lightly. His eyes met yours as he smiled softly, moving his hands from your chest to your back to press you against him. His lips collided with yours harshly, and you were quick to respond to his kiss as he slipped his tongue in between your lips while his hands moved lower to cup your ass and press you even firmer against him than you already were.

Your hands disappeared in his hair, easily messing up the raven locks due to the lack of product in it. The faint taste of cigars and coffee on his tongue had you deepening the kiss, grinding yourself onto him a little faster to create some friction between the two of you – everything about your actions and about him brought back memories to the times when you were together.

Because despite the two of you breaking up and you being happy with the life you were currently living, you still missed him. He had always been good to you, had always treated you well and you had fond memories with the man. That was something nobody could never take away from you, or him.

Foreplay was usually something you and Elvis took your sweet time with, but it had been three years since you had been intimate together. You were too impatient and too turned on, and so was he. You were the only one who was completely naked when he pulled down your pajama shorts and panties but neither of you bothered to remove all of his clothing, only tugging his pants and underwear down to his thighs to let his cock spring free against his lower abdomen.

With his hands gripping onto your hips, he watched as you grabbed ahold of his erection and pumped him in your fist for a little bit before aligning him at your entrance. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you mixed with the feeling of your warmth squeezing him in tight had him gasping and throwing his head back against the couch. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you kept still for a little bit to get used to the feeling of having him inside of you – you felt so incredibly full and so incredibly aroused that it was hard for you to relax, your muscles contrasting around his length fiercely.

“Shit, baby, slow down,” he choked out, raising his head to look at you. Slipping his arms around your waist, he brought you closer against him and kissed you, causing you to moan in his mouth at the movement. “I ain’t gonna last long if you keep squeezin’ me like that- relax..” he mumbled against your lips and you nodded, laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He rubbed your back soothingly and you slowly started to thrust yourself onto him. It was slow and sensual and it had the both of you moaning in the kiss you shared, your fingers tangling in his hair again. As his hands moved back to your hips to guide your movements, you picked up your pace a little and he eventually had to pull back from the kiss to inhale a sharp breath of air, biting his lip as he watched you lean back a little to arch your back, your hands wandering down his arms to grasp onto them for comfort.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbled, not caring if you heard it or not, as he watched your breasts bounce with the steady rhythm you found. The moans that were rolling off your tongue sounded like music to his ears, like little angels being present and singing just to him. It nearly had him hypnotized.

When he decided to move one hand down in between your thighs and rub your clit with his fingertips, your eyes found his as your nails dug into the fabric of the long sleeved button up he was wearing. “E-Elvis,” you gasped softly, removing your hand from his arm that was currently straining muscles with how fast he was working on your little sensitive nub. “Oh my God, y-yes, don’t stop,” you groaned, your eyes rolling back as you placed both your hands behind you on his knees while fucking yourself onto him even faster.

Your thighs were burning, but you couldn’t get yourself to care – you were so close to that little moment of euphoria that it was impossible for you to slow down or to stop and he sure was hell wasn’t complaining either. The sight of pure pleasure written all over your features was something he had seen so many times that he was positive he was never going to forget it and even right now, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You looked so beautiful with your hair framing your face perfectly as you looked at him with those needy eyes – God, it was driving him absolutely insane.

So insane that he spoke without thinking.

“Fuck, I love you so much,”

He knew you heard it. He could see it in your eyes. But you barely had time to respond to it as you were taken to ecstasy by your orgasm that hit you like a tidal wave. He didn’t know if he completely fucked up by saying those words or not, but as he reached his own climax, he figured it’d be best not to overthink it.

Not right now.

You moved your arms back to his shoulders as he removed his hand from out between your thighs, gently grabbing your hips as his stuttered upwards a little, releasing himself inside of you with a deep drawn out moan.

 

You getting up and having him slip out of you to gather your clothes from the floor wasn’t the afterglow he had in mind. Perhaps it wasn’t your intention, but your body language felt off.

Distant.

You were pushing him away.

“I missed that,” he openly admitted. Hell, he already told you he loved you in the heat of the moment, and you had always wanted him to be more open about his feelings – and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

“I bet you got girls lining up at your front door,” you grinned his way, the comment obviously meant to be playful to make the situation you found yourself in feel less awkward.

And perhaps he would’ve laughed at it any other time, but for some reason his chest was tightening with emotions.

“I miss you,”

You looked at him, sitting down on the couch as you were completely dressed. You had to awkwardly press your thighs together to keep his bodily fluids inside of you and while you had been craving a shower a few seconds ago, you couldn’t be bothered to think about that now.

The way he was looking at you so seriously, his hand reaching out to yours after he made himself decent made panic settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Elvis-“

“I miss us, Y/N,” he interrupted you, his fingers lacing together with yours. “I know we weren’t perfect, but who is? I miss.. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your lame jokes, your perfume on my pillow… your hands..” he looked down at your entertwined hands, giving a soft squeeze as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, a small smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I miss everything,”

You blinked a few times as you looked down, not wanting him to see the tears that were threatening to spill. Damn you for being so emotional after sex.

Damn you for missing your ex the same way he missed you. And damn you for making this so difficult on yourself.

“I want you back, honey,” he whispered, moving closer to you on the couch to slip his arm around your waist and pull you closer against his side.

“Elvis, I love you,” you told him as you braved yourself to look him in the eye, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you were close to crying. “But we don’t work together- maybe on paper, yes. But what’s gonna happen if we get back together? Everything will be good and fun in the beginning, but we’ll fall right back into the same cycle. It won’t work- we don’t work together,”

“When are you going to stop pushing me away, Y/N? It’s been three years. It doesn’t have to be like before, we can change. I can change,”

You slowly shook your head, gently pulling your hand out of his. “You can’t ask that of me and I can’t ask that of you- I know you, Elvis. You don’t want to change and I’d never expect you to,”

He watched as you got up from the couch, running your hands through your hair to tug it behind your ears. He couldn’t stop his knee from bouncing frantically, nervously. He couldn’t have you walk away from him anymore, but he also couldn’t keep you in his life.

Not like this.

He wanted more. He needed more.

“Then what.. what are we gonna do? Because I can’t do this anymore,” he told you, nibbling on his lower lip as he kept his eyes on you.

Those words made you nervous.

You couldn’t imagine your life without Elvis in it anymore despite not forming a couple together. You valued the friendship you two had, you weren’t ready to lose it, but you knew deep down inside that you had to let him go.

You wanted and expected different things from each other. Ofcourse, you loved him- more than you had ever loved anyone else, but you were not made to sit at home and wait for him all day. You weren’t made to be away from the person you loved for long periods of time.

So yes, you loved Elvis dearly, but you also loved and respected yourself.

“What do you mean?”

You needed to hear him say it, despite knowing exactly where he was heading with this and knowing that the words would tear you apart.

“I can’t keep being your friend,” the lump in his throat was getting so heavy that he felt as if he was suffocating, but like you had done three years ago, he was putting his own feelings first. He was choosing himself, protecting himself. “Not like this,”

He couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore, nor to you.

“So, the only reason you were my friend was because you thought we’d get back together?”

Yes.

The thought had definitely been on his mind.

“N-no… I don’t know. Jesus, Y/N,” he ran his hands down his face before he got up from the couch and took a step closer to you, though he still made sure there was enough distance between you. “I still love you and every time I see you, my heart fucking breaks because we’re not together. I can’t go on like this any longer- so what are we gonna do?”

You kept quiet, looking at him with tears in your eyes and sorrow in your heart.

“What do you want, Y/N? Because this… t-this ain’t workin’ no more,”

He was all over the place, the animated movements of his hands emphasizing every word he spoke. He was giving you an ultimatum, one that you couldn’t possibly give an answer to with how emotional you were right now.

You needed time to think.

But you could see he wanted an answer and he wanted it now; he was fed up. He couldn’t get you out of his head and staying friends with you and pretending everything was fine wasn’t fair to either of you.

He had to move on, you knew that, but even thinking about never seeing him again made a rush of panic roll through your entire being.

“I don’t know, Elvis- I don’t know what to say,” you said in a hushed tone as you looked down at your hands, twirling one of your rings around on your finger nervously. “All I know is.. that I-I.. I still need you in my life,”

“As friends,” he took it upon himself to finish your sentence, shaking his head a little as he looked at the panels Red had sat at earlier. The tension in the empty studio was thick, uncomfortable.

There was a certain sadness that lingered around you and him.

“I can’t be your friend- it’s too damn hard,”

“El-“

“No, I’m serious, Y/N.  I can’t see you anymore- I don’t wanna hear your voice, I don’t wanna talk to you, I don’t even wanna look at you and I sure as hell don’t wanna be your friend,”

Now he was the one being distant, now he was the one pushing you away, and hearing him say these words felt as if someone was ripping your heart right out of your chest.

Your feelings were hurt and your ego was bruised, so much so that you didn’t hear the small crack of his voice. You didn’t hear the hurt in his voice, but as you looked at him and the two of you just stared silently at each other for what felt like forever, you could see it in his eyes.

You could see it in the way his features had hardened, how he eventually tore his gaze away from yours.

“If.. If that’s what you want..”

There was nothing more you wanted than to stop him from making this decision, but what else were you supposed to say?

You knew you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

And you weren’t the type of person who’d get down on their knees and beg and you knew him well enough to know that you wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing something he had his mind set on.

“It’s what I want,” he said, though there could not be one single hint of confidence detected in his voice.

This isn’t what he wanted- far from it. But it needed to be done.

Just as you had done, he needed to put himself first for once, even though it broke him inside.

 

He regretted the whole thing the second he left the studio, leaving his heart behind in the palm of your hands with hope that you’d eventually glue the pieces back together and bring it back to him.

 

 

 

Your life hadn’t been the same since 1965. Still as passionate as ever about your career, you worked more often than you were at home and when you were home, you’d either be writing or sleeping.

The spacious apartment with a skyline view you had upgraded to was truly breathtaking, but it didn’t feel like a home.

There were no pictures of you and friends on top of the fireplace mantel – other than a picture of you and Lori had taken in the early 60s, it was completely empty – and if a stranger would walk inside of your place, they’d think nobody even lived here at all.

 

By the time 1969 rolled around, you were miserable.

Other than some awkward run-ins because Lori and Red were still happily together and because the state of California really wasn’t as big as one might think, you had not spoken to Elvis in four years. You couldn’t escape the man though; after his comeback special that was aired last year, Elvis the performer was back and he was more popular than ever, both among his loyal fans that had been there since the beginning and a new crowd.

You couldn’t escape him.

But the thing is, you didn’t want to anymore.

You missed Elvis- every time you were confronted with his face by having to write an article on him or seeing pictures of him plastered around the office, it felt like someone punched a hole through your chest.

You figured this was your karma. He must’ve felt like this on that sweltering summer afternoon in ’62 when you stormed out of Graceland like an absolute maniac.

When you told him you didn’t want to be with him anymore because you didn’t belong in his world- you truly believed you were the biggest idiot on the planet.

Because now you were living in your own world, in a world without the man you loved by your side, and it felt eerily empty.

Meaningless.

What was a promotion even worth when you’d have no one to celebrate it with?

What was having a place to live in worth when you had nobody to come home to?

 

Red and Lori were stuck in that awkward middle position mutual friends usually lingered in when two of their friends broke up. Whenever Elvis and his guys were in California, Red and Lori would make sure you and Elvis wouldn’t run into each other. They didn’t know how you or Elvis would react and to keep the peace, they did not want to find out.

But Lori was your best friend- she could see you weren’t doing too well. Even though you’d avoid the topic that was Elvis, it was obvious that you missed him and regretted past mistakes.

And Red had been friends with Elvis since they were a couple of young’uns- no matter how good of an actor he was, Red saw right through the other man. He was trying to move on, focus on work and looking for love in other places, but Elvis had never stopped missing nor loving you and Red doubted he ever would.

Done seeing their two closest friends being miserable, the couple took it upon themselves to push you and Elvis back in each others’ direction.

If they wouldn’t, the two of you would simply never see each other again because even though neither of you would ever admit it out loud, you were mutually as stubborn. Not to mention the size of those damned ego’s- Elvis did not want to get rejected again, and the words he spoke last to you still kept you up at night, just as it did him.

 

“I can’t believe you actually talked me into this,”

The International hotel stood intimidatingly tall in front of you as you got out of Lori’s car, the dry Vegas air surrounding you uncomfortably.

You were supposed to be back in LA, lying to Lori over the phone as you’d tell her you were enjoying your vacation days but she practically kidnapped you to Sin City. The sunkissed blonde that dragged your suitcase out of the trunk of her car knew you well enough to know that you weren’t going to use those vacation days at all and would exhaust yourself with your work.

She was right, because those had been your plans exactly.

But Lori could be very persuasive and convinced you to come to Las Vegas with her. She played her cards well, tugging at your heartstrings when she nearly cried as she told you how much she missed spending time with you and that she was afraid of losing her best friend.

“Oh, relax, Y/N. It’ll be great- you need some time away from LA. One of these days your fingers will fall off with how much you’re writing and typing,” she chuckled, locking up her car as you took your luggage from her. “Besides, it’s been a while since we spend time together. Yay, girls on holiday!”

You raised an eyebrow at her, hoping your voice didn’t come out as nervous as you were actually feeling.

“Girls on holiday in the hotel where my ex is having a month long engagement- yay!”

She rolled her eyes, your sarcasm more clear to her than your nerves, as she hooked her arm through yours to pull you toward the entrance of the hotel. She didn’t comment on it and you could see she was pretending to not have heard you- all smiles and excitement as she pulled you to the check in desk where Red was already waiting for you with a key to your room.

She had tried to lure you to Las Vegas with an excuse first, but your best friend was a terrible liar. Ofcourse you weren’t oblivious to what Elvis was doing in his career so you knew he’d be here, but the truth was; Lori didn’t need to come up with any excuses to get you to come to Nevada.

You had no idea if Elvis even wanted to see you or would even give you the time of the day – you’d like to think he was not going to completely ignore you, he was too kind to do such a thing – but you couldn’t wait to see him.

Despite feeling like your heart was going to drop out of your ass the closer it got to eight o’clock when Elvis would have another show, Red and Lori didn’t need to do much convincing to get you to come with them to the show.

You weren’t leaving Vegas until you spoke to Elvis- or at least, saw him.

 

By no means was Red West a big name in Hollywood, but he was an actor and a decent one at that.

Maybe not good enough to land a big role among the big stars, but good enough to fool Elvis.

He did not tell his friend that he and Lori got you to come here, or that your room was down the hall from Elvis’ suite, or that you were currently sitting in a booth with Vernon, Lori and some other Memphis Mafia girlfriends slash wives.

He knew once Elvis would know you were here, he’d lose his mind- Red wouldn’t be surprised if the raven haired singer would fire him on the spot, so he wasn’t going to take any risks.

Red was too quick to celebrate his little victory, because even though he had fooled Elvis with his acting, Elvis Presley’s eyes worked just fine.

And those eyes were looking right at you as the owner of them stumbled over the lyrics of the Jailhouse Rock and Don’t Be Cruel medley.

Elvis didn’t know what to do for a second, but he knew how to stay professional- joking with the audience, changing up the lyrics to something silly, laughing at people that were sitting at the very front.

He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.

To the audience, it’d look like he was just in a good mood. Excited. A showman.

But you and the others knew the man behind the showman- everyone could see he was steadily growing more nervous, hands shaky, leg bouncing more frantically than usual. As Elvis looked over his shoulder to find Red, the latter quickly disappeared backstage, making his way into the crowd to help Sonny keep an eye on things- and to be removed from the stage as far as he could.

You didn’t want to be the reason for Elvis messing up his set, but you couldn’t look away from him nor could you find the strength within yourself to get up and leave. With the spotlights on him, you could barely make out if the two piece suit he was wearing was black or midnight blue, but either way, he looked absolutely gorgeous.

His hair was longer and his face looked a little older, but as he smiled, you were thrown right back to past.

That mischievous, yet innocent smile.

It had your heart beating fast and your fingertips shaking as you sipped on the third martini of the night a waitress just put in front of you.

You did your best to smile at him every time he looked into your direction, even though you had no idea if he even saw you at all.

You didn’t have much time to ponder on the thought, because as Elvis put away his guitar and spoke into the mic while walking back and forth on the stage, he took your entire table by surprise.

“There’s a little lady present here tonight that I haven’t seen in… ages,” he laughed softly, the sound of it sounding melancholic. “And to be completely honest with everyone here- I never thought I’d see her again, never thought I wanted to,” he mumbled the last sentence in the mic so quick, thickening his accent on purpose, that it was difficult for some people in the audience to understand him clearly.

But you heard every single one of the words that rolled off his tongue, and they had you shifting in your seat, Lori grabbing one of your hands when she noticed you didn’t know where to put them.

“Anyways.. eh.. yeah, me and this person have a lot of history together, so I’d like to dedicate this song to her- this is Memories,”

Lori squeezed your hand so firmly it looked like the song was dedicated to her. You almost laughed at it, but as the melodies of the piano filled with your ears, the lump in your throat prevented you from making any sounds at all.

You sat there with tears in your eyes, lyric after lyric hitting you right in the gut as he was currently singing just to you. He barely interacted with the audience like he usually did during the song, now his eyes were searching for yours through the blinding lights the entire time.

You had no idea what this meant- you had no idea where Elvis’ head was at right now, but you were relieved that he hadn’t told someone to get you out of the audience and far away from him.

You were relieved to know Elvis Presley didn’t hate you like you sometimes worried he did.

 

Elvis had never performed this fast in his life.

Elvis loved being on stage, putting on a great show for the people that paid money to come see him- he loved his fans, always wanted to make time for them, but now he couldn’t get far away from all of it fast enough.

The lights had barely gone low and the curtain wasn’t even dropped entirely, but he was already gone.

Unfortunately for him, he did not have the privilege to wander about on his own and he couldn’t get very far because he was surrounded by his male companions as soon as he had hopped off the stage.

“Elvis, I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you and-“

Looking at Red, Elvis pulled away from Joe’s side and grabbed his shoulder. “Get me to her- c’mon, man,”

Red widened his eyes a little, not hesitating to nod his head and lead Elvis to through the long backstage hallways and eventually through the kitchen, up to the top floor of the hotel where he had told you and Lori to go.

 

You were back in your room, pacing a hole in the carpet in front of the floor to ceiling windows. The view of sparkling city lights was gorgeous, but you couldn’t be bothered to look at it.

Not after Red made the phone call from the kitchen when Elvis was signing autographs for the cooks, informing Lori that they were on their way upstairs.

“This is stupid,” you told your best friend who sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes following your every move. “This is a stupid idea. Just because he dedicated a song to me doesn’t mean he wants to see me. In case you forgot, Lori, he told me himself that he didn’t want to see me or talk to me anymore,”

Lori sighed. “That was four years ago, Y/N,” she deadpanned, looking at you. “If he didn’t want to see you, he wouldn’t come up right now. You two have a lot of history, you’ve been through a lot- you can’t keep avoiding each other,”

You knew she was right, but you were too stressed out – and too stubborn – to admit it. So instead, you kept pacing and making up doom scenario’s in your mind, until a loud knock on the door almost gave you a heart attack.

Lori was quick to jump up, striding over to the door to open it for Red and Elvis. You expected all three of them to come back into the room, you had hoped that would be the case, but after some muffled mumbling, Elvis walked in alone.

Turning around, your eyes met his for the first time in four years. Your heart was beating so rapidly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear the sounds of it.

Elvis wasn’t doing much better- he felt as if he was thrown in a dream. He just stood there, nailed to the ground, as he stared at you. Because for at least twenty or thirty seconds that’s all he could do, until something inside of his brain clicked and he snapped out of it- he didn’t hesitate to take two big strides over to you and wrap his arms around you, engulfing your smaller frame in the heat of his embrace.

“God, it’s been a long time, baby,”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, the sound of his voice so close to your ear made heat rise from your toes to the top of your head. It felt like his voice had gotten even a little deeper than before, you had no idea if this was true or not, but the melody of it vibrated right through your bones.

You hummed in agreement, clearing your throat a little as he pulled back from the embrace- both of you not wanting to completely let go as his hands were still holding onto your shoulders and your fingers were grasping onto his jacket at his waist.

“You look real good, honey. Real good,” a smile softened his features, his teary eyes just as visible as yours, but you both kept up the facade to not break the dam completely.

“You.. you look amazing, Elvis. You truly do,” you complimented him back, meaning every word of what you said. He looked gorgeous up there on that stage, but now that he was in front of your nose, he was almost ethereal.

 

Both you and Elvis agreed to the idea of getting a couple of drinks in your system before there would be any conversation of the past. Neither of you had insinuated the dreaded topic, but he could feel it lingering on the horizon just as much as you did.

There was only so much small talk two people could engage in, even with such a history as yours.

“Almost as good as yours,” he chuckled as he looked at the cocktail in his hand, sitting at the round dining table that stood near the window.

Margarita’s. You hadn’t had one in a long time- not because you were working all the time, but because they reminded you of him and your first fight.

“Watch it, Presley,” you teased with a grin as you brought the sugar coated rim of your glass to your lips, taking a small sip.

“I said, almost!” he exclaimed with a deep laugh, putting his glass down. He rubbed his hands together, his eyes focused on the jewelry adorning his slender fingers.

Your laughter gradually died down and a silence fell over the both of you, the sound of you putting your glass down on the marble table nearly deafening. Your mind was racing, the tension making goosebumps lick at your skin. You had so much to say, yet you didn’t know how to properly form a sentence that would make sense.

Elvis took it upon himself to break the silence, raising his head to look at you.

“You know, I haven’t ever stopped thinking ‘bout you,” as you looked back at him and saw a small smile gracing his features, you felt your heart quickening in your chest. “That night at the studio.. the things I said, leavin’ you like that- it’s the biggest regret I got in life,”

He quickly picked up his glass, gulping down a few large sips of his drink. He ignored the taste of liquor tickling at his throat, licking some sugar off his lower lip.

“It’s in the past,” you replied, mentally slapping yourself because the words sounded plain stupid in your head. “I’ve left you once too, remember?”

He chuckled softly at the small grin that tugged at your lips. He appreciated you making light of the situation, and the fact that you didn’t hold a grudge against him for it. If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now- right?

Nodding his head a little, he softly – nervously – tapped one of his rings against the glass that was still in his hand. “What about us?”

He took you slightly by surprise when asking that.

It wasn’t like you came to Vegas just to get back together with your ex- sure, the thought had definitely been on your mind (multiple times), but you had no idea where his head was at and you knew that if the two of you were going to give this another go again, it wasn’t going to be easy.

It was going to be a lot of hard work, but if he was willing to put in the work, so were you.

“Are we still in the past?” he questioned again and you inhaled a sharp breath of air, straightening your shoulders a little against the back of your seat.

“I’d like for us not to be,” you blurted out.

You decided to just be honest and put it out there. You had no idea what the future held in store for you and Elvis, but you were more than willing to find out.

You had never loved anyone like you loved him and you doubted you ever will.

“I missed you,” you quickly added, the few drinks you had during the show and the one you were nursing now giving you enough courage to look him straight in the eye. “We’re polar opposites from each other and that made us messy sometimes. We hurt each other and we say shit we don’t mean, and I’m sure we’ll always be that way but that’s what makes us.. us. I love you, El- I don’t think I ever stopped,”

He almost made you want to take your words back when he just stared at you, for longer than you felt was necessary. You were almost starting to think he was going to completely reject you and tell you sharing a drink after so many years didn’t mean anything, but before you could fall into the claws of the demons in your head Elvis put his glass down and leaned forward to grab your hands.

You looked down as he laced your fingers together, ignoring the small painful squeeze he gave your hands which made his rings press uncomfortably against your knuckles.

“I love you too, Y/N- I always did and I always will,” he told you, softly tugging on your hands which made you get up from your seat. As he softly pulled you toward him, you didn’t fight him on it and sat down onto his lap. He let go of your hands to snake his arms around your waist, smiling at you as you shifted your body a little to look at him and rest your arm around his shoulders. “I don’t care what the future holds for us, all I know is that I want it with you,”

You blinked away some tears, smiling as you nodded. He brought one hand up to your face to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a single tear that managed to escape. He gently brought your face closer to his to peck your lips but before he could kiss you properly, you pressed your forehead against his.

“I don’t think my future is in LA anymore,”

He frowned at this, surprised by your words. It made him pull back a little so he could look you in the eye, his hand moving down your shoulder and arm, his hand easily slipping into yours again.

“What are you talkin’ about, baby? Your whole life is in LA- your work-“

“That’s the thing,” you sighed, the thought of your work being your entire life was depressing. The words flew off your tongue before you had properly thought them through, but when the word vomit came out, it felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “My work.. is my life, and I don’t want to live that anymore. I love how far I managed to come in my career and I love writing, I truly do, but.. it’s just.. not worth it without you there. Or anyone, for that matter- Lori is with you and the guys most of the time which I don’t blame her for, definitely not, but it.. it gets lonely,” your hand had found its way into his hair, running your fingers through it absentmindedly. “In the years we’ve been apart, I realised that no person is meant to live their lives all by themselves and nothing is worth it without love. Besides, I can write in Memphis too, right? Or Vegas? You’re in Vegas a lot these days, aren’t you? Yeah. Yeah! I can get a job here- I bet there’s a lot to write about. I’m pretty sure I saw Nancy Sinatra’s name plastered around the city so that’s definitely a possi-“

He let you ramble on for a little bit, until he realised you weren’t going to zip it on your own accord. Catching you off guard mid sentence, he pressed his lips against yours- it was forceful at first, until he felt you relaxing against his frame.

Parting your lips, you allowed him to take dominance as he let his tongue dance along with yours. Letting go of your hand and wrapping both arms around your waist once more, he embraced you firmly against his chest as he deepened the kiss.

Elvis was a good kisser. He had been in 1956, the years in between and his ways definitely hadn’t changed now. If anything, they had improved.

You weren’t naive to think he had not kissed – or slept – with anyone else in the time you weren’t together, but you did not have time to worry about the matter or let jealousy creep in, because as soon as he gently sucked on your lower lip while pulling back, a soft moan rolled off your tongue.

He looked at you with a grin on his face, stopping you from kissing him again. This was the first time you felt as if you were the younger one in the relationship.

Although the age difference between you wasn’t major, there had been moments where you had felt it. Where you felt as if you were the one making the wise decisions and so forth.

But right now, with the way he had kissed you and his eyes were taking in every detail of your face while his hand was resting on the side of your thigh, you felt his more dominant side coming out to play.

And it wasn't even entirely sexual, it was just the feeling of his aura.

You couldn’t say you entirely disliked it.

“You can write anywhere you like, my girl,” he told you with a sweet smile on his face, his hand coming up to gently tug a lock of hair behind your ear. “As long as you do it with your heart- I don’t want you to be stuck in a place where you’re not happy. I want you to be happy,”

You sighed deeply, almost dreamily and it made him chuckle softly. Gently grabbing his face, you pressed a kiss on his lips and then swung your arms around him, hugging him.

“You make me happy, Elvis. I want to be where you are,”

He smiled to himself. Letting his hand rub your back soothingly, he kissed your bare shoulder.

“Are we gon’ give the future a try?”

You squeezed him in your embrace a little before you pulled back to look at him, smiling.

“I think you should take me out on a date first,”

He raised his eyebrows at the teasing tone on your tongue, letting out a laugh. Nodding his head, he folded his hands together at the small of your back.

“How ‘bout a Sinatra show?”

You grinned as you moved your hands to his cheeks, grabbing his face once more.

“Now you’re talking,” you wiggled your eyebrows, kissing him again. He laughed against your lips softly, making you squeal as he picked you up in his arms and got up from his seat.

Before you could stop him, he had thrown you on your bed, your frame bouncing on the soft mattress a little. Removing some hair out of your face, you looked at him with a laugh.

“I’m guessing I’m getting the Elvis Presley encore first?”

He grinned as he crawled onto the bed, hovering above you by placing his hands on either side of your head.

“You guessed right, princess,” he hummed in your ear as his lips were attached to your neck, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

The new nickname sent a shiver down your spine and an electrifying tingle in between your thighs.

Unlike in 1960, you didn’t mind feeling small in the presence of Elvis- tonight you reveled in the feeling.

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[royalskarsgard]

i think (and this is just personal opinion) a lot of the times wags are hated just because of who they're dating. most of the fans don't care about their problematic behaviour. they just use it to further their agenda. these fans are the same ones who make excuses for their favs (re: Lando fans defending his comments about Trump or max fans when it's brought up that max willingly supported Nelson Piquet and called lance stroll (or esteban) a mongol as an insult). but when it comes to these two driver's partners people will bend over backwards to drag them at any given point but don't reserve the same energy for the drivers (I'm not saying that the wags should not be criticised but a lot times the criticism is rooted in misogyny (like calling Kelly, "an old hag" or saying she looks ugly) there's so much they could've chosen from, but most of the time (from what I've seen; totally not saying that there is not valid criticism present about them not being a good person, supporting questionable leaders etc.)

also, this idolation of the exes. like that relationship is over, why are you still hung up on it? 😭 both the parties have moved on to different relationships, it's been a fucking year, give it up guys. especially with charles and charlotte and carlos and isa. the carlos fans (and a lot of gossip pages, other fans) call rebecca a prostitute or an escort and say how much better isa was to rebecca and how rebecca is not good for carlos yadda yadda as if sainz is not a 29 year old grown up who knows what's best for him. they behave as if rebecca has physically restrained him and is preventing him from doing whatever he wants. same with lando, as if he's not an adult who probably knows about his partner's actions and chooses to stay with them.

and don't get me started on the performative activism of F1. every breath that these people take is hypocritical. when will stans understand that they don't care about you or anyone other than themselves. most of them grew up rich and privileged, in a protected bubble. i don't expect them to have a good take on the world issues.

I'm sorry for this rant but I've been following this sport since last year and i have lurked on gossip pages because I just enjoy low stakes funny gossip or driver transfer gossip (which i do have thoughts about if you're interested in listening to them) but what I was bombarded with was a very misogynistic discourse and micro analysing of every move in a wife or girlfriend's life. like goddamnit just enjoy the damn sport and the silly little memes 😭 😭. i just want to be able to enjoy a healthy discourse on wags fashion, leo the cutie and drivers and low stakes, funny haha bullshit

I feel like a lot of the crazy stans use the wags as an outlet to take out the criticisms of the driver. Cuz if their fave does something fucking stupid they can’t look dumb by supporting it so they take it out on the girl. This is wrong!

And it’s all patterns with the guys, but they don’t admit that and will just use the girl as the excuse. Lando choosing magui depending on how you view her own choices, can be a pattern. But they’re never gonna admit he may be the actual problem they’re just gonna hate her. People have flaws but nobody in the spotlight can make a mistake and if they do, they can never change for the better they will always be defines by that one mistake!!

But yes you’re right like none of these people have ever had to worry what goes on outside their own bubbles why would they start now.

This driver drama is giving me anxiety I’ve always hated musical chairs and now add millions of dollars??? Pass the tums. Estie Bestie being out was on my bingo card but it still hurts???

[cozy-autumn-moth]

So after having a thought about Pahkitew Island I’ve decided that it’s a flawed season and that maybe if people like this I’ll write a sort of rewrite/fanfiction of it. This post will be my ideas for what the rewritten characters would be like. So…I hope people like this

Beardo

-Is very introverted and has a hard time making friends.

-Makes videos on social media doing beatbox covers to songs he likes though he isn’t noticed much.

-Works as a DJ for parties. Is really good but he doesn’t feel like he’s doing enough.

-Before knowing he was joining Total Drama he originally thought he was going to be the DJ for some rich dude and took the job as a chance of notoriety.

-Craves friendship and notoriety more than anything and the one thing he plans on accomplishing while on the show is to make at least one friend.

Leonard

-Leonard loves LARPing! It’s essentially become a special interest for him and though he knows the whole thing isn’t real he still tries immersing himself in that fantasy aesthetic.

-Is kinda annoying at times but means no harm, he just really badly wants to talk about his hobby.

-Originally signed up for some sort of show regarding LARPing but was instead brought to Total Drama.

-Though it wasn’t in his plans he still tries to prove himself in the game, despite the fact he’s pretty terrible at physical activity…especially to the caliber Total Drama provides.

Rodney

-A farm boy who's the oldest of five younger brothers in a decently strict family with two pretty decently old parents.

-His family isn’t the richest at all and thus being the oldest and strongest he was usually tasked with all the heavy lifting and taking care of everyone.

-Is homeschooled by his parents and generally pretty isolated. That being said, while he isn’t an outcast he’s very bad with communicating, especially towards people he likes romantically.

-Rodney gains crushes on people easily, and while he doesn’t pursue them it’s obvious he’s crushing hard.

-Was trying to find ways to make money quick so he was one of the few people who knew he was going on Total Drama because he auditioned for it straight up unlike the rest of the cast.

Amy and Sammy

-These two are identical twins whose relationship is highly strained. Amy is the older twin Sammy is younger by a couple of minutes.

-Amy is the twin who is much better with sports, fashion, and other physical bodily things.

-Sammy is the twin who is far better with music, drawing, and general abstract things, though her talents are far less recognized compared to Amy’s.

-The two usually don’t talk and have never really interacted much outside of arguments.

-Both girls really wanted to go to camps but their mom just put them in one camp together that did both of the things they wanted. This later came up to be a secret application for Total Drama that both didn’t know about until they got there.

Ella

-Ella is a very sweet and nice girl who has found a passion in music.

-She’s had a rough life for these past 16 years so she’s found that singing has made the hard times a lot sweeter.

-She really idealizes this princess lifestyle where she’ll be able to achieve a happily ever after.

-She’s basically replaced her brain with her heart. She doesn’t usually think things completely logically as she wants to do what makes her happy. Thus her emotions are really potent.

-Wanted to practice singing and wanted to go to a camp for it. Was sent to Total Drama instead.

Topher

-Topher is a guy who has idolized Chris McLean and other famous celebrities and show hosts for…basically most of his life. Thus he’s tried replicating this charm since he was young.

-He’s a great public speaker and persuader in general. Though he never uses this skill for anything productive other than to have people do what he wants.

-He’s never had to work for anything in his life. He usually just has other people do it on the count of his good looks and persuasive speaking.

-Despite that he’s actually quite envious of other celebrities and is really entitled. Believing the world be served to him on a platter.

-Parents forced him into a club for public speaking against his will. Though instead he got to go somewhere much better.

Dave

-Dave is a self described normal kind person. He is not a normal kind person as he believes. He’s not necessarily a horrible person, just very insensitive and actively neglects to think before acting.

-He also comes off as a faux hipster of sorts as he usually feels he’s super intellectual and smart when he’s really just kinda trying too hard.

-He isn’t adverse to apologizing or proving when he’s wrong, but that’s only when literally everyone is dogging him.

-He is a minor germaphobe and refuses to get dirty.

-He thought that going on some sort of retreat would be a good sort of a detox from the people in his everyday life. Turns out he was being put on Total Drama.

Max

-Max was profusely bullied for a long time in his life and at a certain point decided enough was truly enough. Thus he started to become far more aggressive and seemingly threatening, it’s not working.

-He isn’t a bad kid at all, he just doesn’t like to be pushed around by people and thus isolates himself to seem more mysterious, threatening, and evil then he actually is.

-He’s good with children and has a lot of hobbies that he doesn’t tell people out of fear of being judged.

-Highly uncooperative and very averse to niceness. Secretly really wants it and to be admired.

-He was trying to go to a science camp to try and learn some different things that can be seen as cool and badass. He was instead sent to Total Drama.

Scarlett

-Scarlett in nature is highly unemotional, pragmatic, and highly dangerous.

-Scarlett is very smart, almost to the point of being considered a child prodigy, though people just mistake it and think it’s plain introversion it’s actually something deeper.

-She’s very bad at expressing herself along with her needs. She’ll do lots of unnecessary things to get her point across.

-She has never been tested for anything do to her parents not wanting the stigma of what they considered a messed up child, this makes her an enigma to most everyone.

-After a major issue back home her parents tried sending her to a camp for mental health to get her treated in, she was instead brought to Total Drama.

Jasmine

-Jasmine is a natural born leader who is skilled within the field of survival and nature.

-She has issues regarding femininity due to being strong and having more masculine interests than other girls her age.

-She’s generally been described as a mom friend by many, she embraces that and tries to help people out as best as she can.

-Wanted to join a survival show to test her skills. She kinda got that on accident but it was way more than she expected.

Sugar

-Sugar is a girl who despite her looks and appearance, is smart and quite conniving.

-She lives in an environment where everyone is adept at lying and playing an act. It’s very hard to know when she’s being genuine.

-The only things that she makes known of her real self is her repulsive habits and general country heritage. Other than that her personality can change from nasty to sweet on a dime.

-Sugar was trying to search for more opportunities in the spotlight. She signed up for a pageant show but instead was put into Total Drama.

Sky

-Sky is a girl with only one dream, and that’s to eventually become a future Olympian.

-She only lives with her sister, after an accident regarding her parents. Her sister is an Olympian and she usually likes to train with her and she looks up to her more than anything.

-She’s generally seen as over ambitious a lot of the time and she pushes herself to limits even she can’t reach sometimes. But she sees that if she doesn’t push herself she can’t accomplish her dreams.

-She tried to join a camp that’d help enhance her skills, instead it was Total Drama.

Shawn

-Shawn has major and irrational anxieties about most things for a very unknown reason.

-After watching Total Drama once before and seeing Ezekiel in a feral state once he’s begun to think that zombies are real and he’s going to die. He’s also believed many other things like end of the world hoaxes, lizard people, and other weird conspiracy theories. None beat the zombie thought though.

-He’s learned to not trust people out of fear they’ll become zombies themselves, it’s very unhealthy.

-Shawn was convinced by a very fake zombie survival camp ad and was stocked to learn more knowledge to survive the apocalypse. He was instead taken to Total Drama.

[natriae]

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The three of you return to the sleek, black BMW that was now parked in an underground parking garage under the Hospital. Finally getting in without your life going to complete shit you're able to take in how nice the car is. Seats are heated and covered in black leather. There's a big screen in the middle that shows a map of Tokyo. And there are purple lights lining part of the doors. Ushijima's music was playing very quietly in typical Ushijima fashion. He had one arm on the wheel, and another on the console in between the two of you.

Isamu was now bucked up in the back seat slowly falling asleep. You were glad to see he was comfortable enough to fall asleep. The two of you didn't have a car, so you were sure he was more comfortable then the average child would be. Turning back, you watched Ushijima's side profile as he drove. All of his features were just as beautiful as you remember. The way his hair laid on part of his forehead, or how his eyes were perfectly proportional to his face. How his nose was a bit bigger. It curved a bit when you got closer to the tip. You inspect the moles on the side of his face, and his sharp jawline. He was still so beautiful. It hurt knowing how long it's been since you've been so close to his face.

Turning around again to check on Isa you noticed that the young boy was fast asleep. The car had been quiet for far to long, but it was peaceful not awkward. Like you guys have always been a family.

There was one thing plaguing your mind since you left the hospital and you can't help but ask. "did you ever..did you ever get to see your dad?" you started your question quietly, worried that you shouldn't have asked, and not to wake up Isa. His mouth moved a bit, and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He moved his head towards you quickly and then focused back on the road.

"I did. It was exactly how we imagined it," He nodded his head slowly like he was remincing on the pleasant time. "I didn't get to go till I was 21. American food is much messier than the food here I must say, but it was good. I got to play volleyball with him too," He glanced over at you after he was done speaking. You couldn't help, but smile at the thought of him finally getting to play his favorite sport with the man that taught him how to play.

"That's nice," you responded. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you didn't want to over step. It seemed Ushjima too was racking his brain for something to talk about that wouldn't scare you away.

"I have a guest room that you, and Isa can sleep in if you want, or I will sleep on the couch and one of you can go in my bed," He said. You were happy to hear his confident tone back when he spoke.

"oh, Jima you don't need to do that," you saw the smile smirk on his face appear and then quickly change back into his resting face. Your heart jumped again at his reaction. You just wanted to repeat the word over and over again. Jima Jima Jima Jima Jima Jima. Toshi. No that name felt different. Darker, more lustful. For some reason there was a small tingle inbetween your legs when you thought about the situation you would use it in.

Taking you out of your thoughts Ushijima muttered out a quiet we're here as he pulled into another parking garage. He parked in spot one. Of course his assigned spot was spot one. You reached back to shake Isa awake, and Ushijima got out of the car to pick him up and hold him in his arms. The young boy immediately rested his head on Jima's shoulder and closed his eyes again. Ushijima grabbed your hand, and began leading you to the elevator to get it to his apartment. Wow, this place was fancy. You would probably puke seeing how much it would be to rent out just one of the rooms. The elevator was mirrored and every way you looked you could see what looked to be a small family. Your heart tingles at the thought, and you have to attempt to stop yourself from getting too far ahead. You still had a lot to talk about with the man. Something about being with him heightened all your senses. You felt his rough hand holding yours in a tight grip. It felt so much stronger than you remembered it. Did he get stronger everywhere? Does he have an eight pack now? Would he mind if you just took a peak? Stop it, be wholesome you had to tell yourself. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as he held your son with one arm. He looked so fatherly. Your heart would have stopped beating if you saw this sight at 19. You imagined him holding another child with the hand he's using to hold yours. Would you and Ushijima get back together enough to have another child? A part of you really hoped so.

Walking out of the elevator, Ushijima led you to the door at the end of the hall. There was a gold plaque that said 9A. When he opened the door you were met with a very modern apartment with windows that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Wow, he had really high ceilings for an apartment. "I'm gonna go put him in the guest room," Ushijima's deep voice broke you out of your trance, and you just let out a small okay in response. He didn't have to tell you to make yourself comfortable because you are already looking around the apartment. All his furniture was made from dark oak wood and so were his cabinets. They didn't have a handle so you looked at them in confusion wondering how to open them. A large hand reached out from behind you and pressed on the cabinet and it opened. You jumped not realizing how close Ushijima was. You hit his chest with your back and accidentally stepped on his feet. He quickly wrapped his arms around you while you attempted to balance yourself. Oh he definitely has an eight pack.

Once the two of you got balanced, Ushijima grabbed you some water and you guys sat down at his kitchen table.

"You want to talk, don't you," he began the conversation. The two of you were sitting next to one another at his table, and he turned his chair so he was facing you. Manspreading. He's gotta be doing this stuff on purpose.

"Yeah, one of your least favorite things," He smiled a little at your joke, and waited for you to continue talking. "I know I didn't say it, but I think it's clear that I want to give you another chance. I don't know why fully, but there's something bringing us together, but there needs to be something that is clear. I will leave you if you don't have time for me, and I will get full custody of Isamu if you put him in the care of a nanny or something that is not you," He nodded his head once in full understanding. He wouldn't look away from you the whole time you talked. Making sure to maintain eye contact with you, "but I mean should we wait… to like to move in with one another… I'm sorry this is weird now with a kid," you looked away from him and he followed your head still trying to maintain eye contact.

His deep voice rumbled when he spoke. It was so quiet in the apartment his voice always made such an impact, "i think we should, and you can move out anytime. Maybe we don't sleep in the same bed, but I think we can pick up right where we left off," He was so sure about everything. He still loved you and he was convinced you loved him too. You would just deny it in fear of getting hurt. "I must tell you though. I got an offer. They want me to play in Poland," He watched your eyes widen, " I told them I'd go," he watch a frown appear on your face and thought he should speed up his sentence, "i didn't sign a contract yet, but if i don't go i'm out of a job until someone wants me," He watched you nod your head taking in all the information.

"What team?" is all you asked.

"Orzel Warszawa,"

Oh shit. That's a good team. You may not be up to date with the players, but you do know a lot about the teams. I mean your boyfriend in highschool was obsessed with Volleyball, of course you learned something. Plus, what was keeping you in Japan. Nothing, you should move on. "go," he looked shocked by your outburst, "let me talk with Isa, and we will try and come with,"

He nodded his head once and said, "live with me then, please, and I promise I will make time for both of you," He got closer to you in his chair like it would convince you. He really is still a gentle giant. He was so excited. There was a small sparkle in his eye just like when he won a game. The two of you talked a little bit more, and you could really tell just how much he changed. The two of you moved to the couch, and before you knew it it was 12am.You began to fall asleep on Ushijima's shoulder. Eyes heavy and your body subconsciously finding that missing comfort. He picked you up bridal style and took you to his bedroom. Tucking you in he hesitated before leaving a kiss on your forehead. He left the room and attempted to get comfortable on his couch. He was far too big for it, so he ended up sleeping on the hardwood floor for the night.

You woke up to the sun shining through the blinds and cuddled into the sheets further. They smelled so good. You never want to leave this bed. It's been a long time since you slept in one, and your morning brain can't tell if it's from the memory foam mattress or the fact that it was Ushijima's. You stuffed your face into the pillow and took a big inhale. Does he use this one to sleep? God, you hope he did. The door unlocked and the six foot man walked in to see your face shoved into the pillow. Quickly lifting yourself up you pretended like you weren't huffing his pillow moments ago. He watched you turn and look at him and both of your faces flushed when they met.

"Isa woke up and I gave him some cereal. I hope that's okay," He asked in a very awkward manner. Things are finally going back to normal. Ushijima was being extremely awkward around you, and you woke up in his bed.

"that's fine,"

"do you want anything?" He asked politely. You want a lot of things. Number one on the list was for him to take his shirt off, but you couldn't ask him that with your son just down the hall.

"I want you to get changed," He was still in his clothes from yesterday which made him look even more exhausted. The eye bags under his eyes made it obvious the man didn't sleep much. Did he sleep on the couch?How did he fit? "Also, Isa and I should probably head back soon. It's late and you look tired," You said as you lifted yourself off the bed, and began to walk over to the door. The possessive side of Ushijima came out when he attempted to block the door subconsciously. When he realized what he was doing he moved back to let you out. You held on to his chest and lifted yourself up a bit to leave a kiss right on the corner of his mouth. God you loved flustering the giant. You wish you had the balls to kiss him like you did yesterday, but you couldn't.

"How are you gonna get home?" He asked, once you were half way down the hallway. You turned around to see him leaning out of the doorway. It was amazing how his doors were much taller than most in Japan yet he still almost didn't fit.

"we can take the bus," You said, shrugging your shoulders. He shook his head and told you wait. He ran past you and picked up his keys that hung up in the genkan.

"you still know how to drive right?" He has to much trust in you. You nodded your head, and he put the keys in your palm. "take my car home," He said, his eyes looked so deeply into yours.

"Jima, I can't. That's a really nice car, and it's been a while since i drove," He walked away before you could be any more stubborn and told Isa that you guys would be going home in his car.

Before you guys left Ushijima had told you privately that he would be leaving for Poland tomorrow morning. He told you not to tell Isamu till you decided if you guys would come with. He would buy you guys plane tickets, and pick you up from the airport. You nodded your head at him, and gave him one more hug. "if you guys don't want to go. I want you to live here. I'm not selling it, and I wouldn't make you pay for any of it," You nodded your head quite nervously about the situation. It was weird how submissive you were when he was around. Normally you would have told whoever that you don't need to be taken care of, but this was different.

That night you and Isa were watching a movie in the living room. He was laying on your chest and your arms wrapped around his body to keep him close.

"Hey Isa baby," you said quietly.

"yeah,"

"would you want to live with Ush-your dad,"

He lifted his head up and shouted yeah smiling at you. You think he's more excited now than he was for the MSBY game. Your heart started beating faster when it was time for you to continue, "um but he's moving to Poland… tomorrow. We would have to move there too," The little boy thought for a little before getting up and running to his room. You could hear his closet door opening and the smacking of something heavy hitting the walls.

"Mom, come on, we gotta pack!!!" the little boy said, completely forgetting the movie. Smiling at your future you couldn't help but run and grab the other suitcase.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

its over :,,( but i plan to have 3 bonus chapters! Also definitely wasn't thinking abt Ushijima's stage actor when i wrote the description of Jima

totally not my reference pic 🤔🤔

[alarrytale]

Meanwhile the others were held back, burdened with false unfavourable images and had to claw their way out of the ditch. They weren't given the same chance to shine, because Sony though there could only be one successful star out of 1D. They also held the others back to have everyone's focus on H. ///

Liam had David Beckham's manager and a great deal with UMG. Nobody was telling him he couldn't make it because he has an excellent voice. Capitol Records was delighted to sign Niall and gave him the same opportunities Harry had. Straight into touring, first to release a single. Nobody told Niall he couldn't make it and RCA certainly didn't tell Zayn that either. When he was signed the CEO called him an 'icon' and his first single was more successful than SOTT.

Only Louis was told by the music press that he wouldn't have a solo career but that was based on his shaky vocals. If the industry really thought he had no chance nobody would have signed him.

Hi, anon!

I'm not saying they weren't given a shot at success. They all were, despite the odds. They were all from a very successful band, were talented, lovely boys and with huge fanbase backing. Of course other labels would jump on that, there were money to be made on them. But the other four boys didn’t have the perfectly curated image, the international recognisable face and notoriety, preperation time nor the billion dollar label deal. They were all fortunate to sign good-ish label deals, but had to rebrand to fix their images (as well as they could, Sony still controls it). They also needed to compete against each other because they didn’t have gp recognition like H had.

Imagine how different things would be if Zayn was the one tasked with dating TS to help 1D break America, or if Louis was the one in the BBC deal with Nick Grimshaw, or if Niall was the one to attend fashion shows, if H was made to date E and Liam dated Kendall Jenner. Sony gave all this to Harry so that he'd be ready to go solo after 1D.

Liam got Beckham's manager who'd never managed a music artist before, only sport stars. It showed. Liam also brought with him an image of people's least favourite member, with an addiction due to the way they were treated in the band, and little name recognition in the US. The label and management struggled to create an image for him and find a fitting sound that the fans responded well to. Remember the payne chain era? The controversy around his bi song? It showed inexperience and lack of understanding of trends and fandom by both label and management.

Niall got a good deal but he was still stuck with Mo*est who was hated by the entire fandom. He was able to successfully rebrand, because his previous image wasn't in tatters. He got rid of the blond hair, dressed better and found his sound pretty quick. He's dated/been linked to other celebrities and gotten his name out there like Pal*in. Hail*e and Sele*a, and he's "bff"'s with Shawn. He's also been a judge on the voice that have exposed him to american audiences. He still haven't been given the opportunities that H has. He wasn't hung from a helicopter in his first music video. He isn't writing songs with max martin. He's on a budget.

Zayn jumped ship and had a really good start to his solo career. That song is a banger. Turned out his time in 1D was traumatic enough that he'd gotten anxiety and adopted some not good coping mechanisms that hindered his career developement. I think he was tired of fame and his fake mysterious image and needed time out of the spotlight. He needed to prioritise himself and his mental health.

I've discussed Louis so many times, that i won't repeat myself and we all know what he's been through and is still going through.

[superman--yoosung]

こんにちは！元気ですか？⬇️ I saw your taking matchups! so….I would like a Romantic Matchup for Mystic Messenger please? 어쨌든, 시작하자!

Hi @averagetoyakinnie, nice to meet you! Yours is one of the most vibrant and vividly-formatted asks I have ever seen (in a very positive way!) From one creative to another, I wish you all the best in your artistic endeavors!!

Your Mystic Messenger matchup is...................

707 !!

"Oh, Joey, I saw you were duo-ing with Seven in LOLOL the other day! You two have taken the top spots, that's impressive, hehe. But wait, why haven't either of you joined the Shooting Star guild with me?!"

To outsiders of the RFA, you and Luciel Choi seemed like a rather flashy couple. Bold fashion, Luciel's startlingly bright hair, and energetic personalities when combined - the two of you were impossible to miss whenever you cruised by in one of Seven's sports cars. To those in your circles, you were - well, you were still all those things. But you were also known to be considerate, knowledgeable, and highly creative. Out of all the members, it was often the two of you who were able to most consistently produce innovative solutions to problems that came up.

The love between the two of you already proved itself once - and Luciel couldn't wait to see what would come next in your shared story.

Fun details:

707 loves dressing up, so when he realizes your varied tastes in clothes, he'll start buying outfits that cater to those tastes. He'll send pictures of his cosplays (and crossplays) your way for you to critique the outfits and give your fashion input. Once you're an established couple, he will definitely go on a shopping splurge to buy matching outfits (and cosplays) in all the styles and brands you prefer. (And yes, that goes for Saeran, too - he's not going to be left out of this!) Honestly, this is a great way for Seven to bond with you; he thinks your taste in fashion is top tier.

Any time something you've had a hand in producing goes live, there will be an influx of posts about it on social media. Suspicious timing, you say? Seven has no idea what you're talking about. Nope. He definitely didn't make bots to promote your works the instant they're out. Why on earth would he do that? (Spoiler: he definitely did do all that.) If you take issue with the publicity, he'll stop, but only because he'll start spamming his own many socials with the information instead. His words and over-the-top lovey-dovey comments are still always sincere - he resonates with your works, and if you ever steal the headphones off his shoulders, don't be surprised to hear your music echoing back at you.

What with your humor and Seven's memeing, there is never a dull moment in the RFA chat. Even after Luciel tones it down later on, you two will always be a source of lively energy, especially when you're both together. You're able to bounce off one another's quips almost instantly, like it's second nature. You're also both very intelligent and knowledgeable. Yoosung will always come to you first, though, for help with subjects you know well; it's up to you whether you decide to help him, or do a little trolling.

Seven is delighted to find someone with as many varied interests as him; he will always take you up on an offer to join you in an activity you enjoy. He may be good at it, or he may absolutely suck at it - but he'll always give it a try and have fun with the process! Sometimes he'll pretend he's bad at something, too, like when he pretended not to know how to skateboard - but you see right through the act, because of how he handles himself in the small details. Either way, expect things to always be fun and full of laughter if he's tagging along.

Later on, your more artistic pursuits will be intriguing for Saeran to hear about and see in action. If you decide to share those interests with him, he will eventually come around to them, and if you ever put up a small gallery in your home of digital art or give a private concert for Luciel and he cries like a baby by the end of it - well, that's between the three of you.

You and Seven will sometimes switch to different languages while speaking or messaging. Sometimes it's to troll the rest of the RFA a bit, or annoy them, but sometimes it's just because one of you is bored or the thought you'd like to convey is better said in another language. Anyways, Luciel's door passwords are no match for you, so he's just going to have to learn Tagalog faster than you can if he wants to keep you out, isn't he?

Any and all of your date ideas are fine by Luciel. In fact, why not do multiple in a day? (He's a bit hesitant to leave Saeran alone, but as long as your most trusted maid is at home to babysit, he's down for anything and everything.) Expect many handmade gimmicks and knick-knacks from Saeyoung. Like the robo-cat, his gifts have dual purposes beyond just appearance, though sometimes while on a date, he'll sneak something simple home, like a flower you stared at for too long (yes, plucked straight from the neighbor's garden as is, he's a menace like that) or a keychain from your favorite anime. Enjoy these gifts - they are all given sincerely and with love!

When you give him a drawing for the first time, Seven is just... floored. What did he do to deserve something so precious and intimate? It will be his most treasured item, even long after you've settled into life together. He will take in every little detail, every sketched line or color, and his heart will never fail to skip a little faster than normal. This is, after all, the fruit of conscious effort and labor by you made with him in mind. It's proof that you think about him. It's proof you care. That's more than enough for him, yet you choose to share even more - and my, how it makes him realize how impossibly lucky he is.

It was love at first sight for Seven. The moment he saw you on that camera, he was gone. Your fashion, your looks, the way you carry yourself... He wasn't lying about the 2.35 seconds - he couldn't look away. And of course, over the time you spent on the messenger app and in person, he only fell deeper for you as he got to know your personality and soul. With you and Saeran by his side, Saeyoung thinks that - maybe, finally - he can finally learn what a true, happy family is meant to be. You are his source of hope.

~~I also thought of Yoosung for you, but I wasn't sure if you'd prefer that since he was in your kins. (And more importantly, he does the "You're just like XXXX" thing, which you mentioned you dislike.) Anyways, I hope this is to your liking!

[pudding-parade]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Seeing @zoeoe-sims post of this reminded me that several people had tagged me with this right around the time that my cat died a few weeks ago, too. I wasn't in a place to do this then, but…better late than never? I guess?

I babbled, as usual, so I cut for your protection.

Are you named after anyone? My paternal grandmother. Which is fortunate because she's the only one of my grandparents that I liked. Also, my mother because her maiden name is one of my middle names. (I have two. Fancy!) No comment on whether or not I like my mother. LOL

When was the last time you cried? I cried unhappily a lot when my cat died recently. I still get teary-eyed when I think of her or see something that reminds me of her. But, I also cry happy tears when babies are born on my little hobby farm, and since it's that time of the year, I've been crying a lot lately. :)

Basically, I'm a tear factory. A syrupy commercial will make me cry. You should've seen me when I was pregnant. Speaking of which…

Do you have kids? I birthed three, one conceived against my will when I was 17, but raised only two of them. I probably shouldn't have raised any, frankly. I'm not a good parent, and I don't like kids until they're about 8 or 10. But, when you're caught up in a Christian cult, there's intense pressure to procreate. I fear I really messed up my son, but at least I had my daughter when I was mostly out of the cult/god-belief in general, so I feel I did better by her.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh, absolutely not. (Yes, that was sarcasm.)

What sports do you play/have you played? Volleyball. Preferably 2-on-2 because it's more energetic and fun. (If you've ever watched beach volleyball on the Olympics, that's what I do. Or did, when I could.) I'm tall, so I'm pretty good at it. (Not good at basketball, though, because I can't for the life of me run and bounce a ball at the same time.) But mostly I prefer solo pursuits, usually of the "extreme" variety. Free climbing was a passion of my younger years, and I also did some BASE jumping back then. (I wish wing suits had been a thing when I did it. That looks amazing.) White-water kayaking. Skiing/snowboarding. Basically, I'm pretty active when I can be. Chronic health conditions limit me now.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Whatever I notice. I don't know. I talk to lots of people, and in the longer term I notice whether or not they can hold a coherent conversation, whether or not they have interests beyond professional sports, tv shows/celebrities, or shoes/fashion, and whether or not they are able to use their higher brain functions. When it comes to possible romantic relationships, I'm strongly attracted to intelligence, eloquence, and unabashed nerdiness, so the ability to use one's brain and have conversations is important to me.

That said, I have to admit that the very first thing I noticed about my husband (almost 10 years ago to this day, in fact) was how nice his ass looked in tight black leather pants, so there's that, too. I like a nice ass as much as the next person. And nice tits. (It's great being pansexual.) But, if all a person has is a great ass/pair of tits, then I lose interest very quickly. Looks fade and gravity does its thing and all that.

Scary movies or happy endings? I don't watch a lot of movies because I find just sitting and watching one to be pretty boring. (Which is odd because I spent much of my adult career as a studio musician working on movie soundtracks.) I'm much better off watching TV shows, which are shorter. But, if I'm going to watch a movie at all, it's either going to be sci-fi or a comedy. Sci-fi can be creepy/scary sometimes (i.e., Alien), and comedies usually have a happy ending, so…both? I guess?

Any special talents? I have perfect pitch and am musically gifted, though my instrumental skills are far superior to my singing skills. That's about it, unless you count the fact that I can wiggle my ears to a freakish degree and independently of each other, like a cat. In fact, I have a number of atavisms like that, probably because my family on both sides is pretty damn inbred.

Where were you born? In Amish country in Indiana, USA. I haven't been back there since I was 16, though. (And since I'm 59, that was a long time ago.)

Well, OK, technically I was born in New York City because my parents were visiting my mom's parents, and I wanted out earlier than expected. (Typical of me, really.) I didn't actually live in NYC until I went to music school, however, and I was raised on a dairy farm in Indiana that my parents owned and paid Amish folks to run for them. So, I grew up hanging out with cows and Amish kids, mostly. LOL

What are your hobbies? Aside from playing video games? Too many, because I don't have time to do them all as much as I would like. Belly dancing and pole dancing. (Both are great for your core.) Composing music. The above-mentioned sports, to the extent that I can do them now. Swing dance. Embroidery/cross-stitch/hand-sewing/lace-making. Horseback riding. Painting. (Only paint-by-numbers because I don't have the time/patience to learn otherwise.) Home improvement projects. (I love me a good tiling job. Currently, I'm working with my husband on our Burmese python's future room because he's quickly growing out of the enclosure we have him in.) Reading scientific papers and popular science articles, especially about dinosaurs. Amateur astronomy. I want to get into doing some woodworking, too, though I have to get over my fear of power saws first.

Basically, my problem is that I have too many interests and not enough time.

Do you have any pets? I have a (mostly) hobby farm, so…

Four horses that are used for just casual and trail riding, so they're basically lushes who laze in the sun and drink a lot of beer, so much that a local microbrewery has their hoppy stout named after my hoppy-stout-loving, beer-snob horse.

Small(ish) herds of both llamas and alpacas. We breed alpacas for their fiber, which we sell combed but otherwise raw to people/companies who spin it to make yarn and stuff. I have fun doing artificial selection with them, breeding for color and fiber texture and stuff. We breed llamas as guard animals, which are basically guard dogs for other livestock. They're more effective against large predators like mountain lions (their natural enemy) than dogs are while requiring much less in the way of training, food, water, etc. So, I have fun with artificial selection with them, too, breeding for (bad) temperament.

A flock of chickens, which is nice because, even though I'm vegan, I'll eat their eggs because I have tons and I know these hens live a life of decadent luxury, complete with a heated coop so they are comfortable year-round. All of them are doted-on, get daily attention (they love sitting in laps) and die of old age unless a predator gets them. Honestly, they're probably my favorite of the farm animals. LOL They are so sweet and so low-maintenance.

Two beehives, though I'm not sure they count as pets. They do require maintenance, though. Them's some hard-working ladies!

Indoors, I have four dogs, three cats, two snakes, and three tarantulas. And an aquarium set-up full of dragonfly nymphs.

(And, I have employees to do most of the farm work because I can't do most of it anymore, and my husband has a real job he loves, and my kids are moved out so no more free labor. Because otherwise my life would consist of nothing but farm chores/animal care.)

How tall are you? 6'0"/183cm. Very tall for a woman, and my build is quite man-like. Being a tall woman is sometimes good and sometimes bad. Like, I can reach whatever I want to reach and be good at volleyball, but finding clothes that fit right is a nightmare. Which is why I got decent at hand-sewing, because I have to alter pretty much everything I buy that's meant for women, even stuff in "tall" sizes, and I got tired of paying to have it done. I really should just make my own clothes from scratch, but there's that time issue again. So, I make do by buying mostly men's clothes. But sometimes you just wanna be pretty, y'know? (Plus, lately, if you go to use a women's restroom while not looking sufficiently female, you'll get very suspicious looks -- and sometimes worse -- from certain idiots waiting for their wife/girlfriend/daughter to come out of the restroom. 🙄)

Fave subject in school? Erm…I didn't actually go to school much. I was enrolled in a private school, but I was traveling and performing as a pianist starting when I was 7 but especially once I was 10. So, I was mostly educated by a private tutor who traveled with me, specifically by a Catholic nun who was in her mid-60s when I was a child. She looked scary, but she was the sweetest woman who ever lived while also being fucking brilliant so it's a damned shame she went into a nunnery. I bawled like a baby at her funeral many years ago.

But ANYWAY! Believe it or not, grammar was my favorite subject. Being educated by a nun, grammar was a Big Thing, but I enjoyed diagramming sentences, which is something that I don't think is taught in schools anymore. (But it should be!) I used to do it for fun. Beyond that, I love any history that isn't US history, and science. All of it. Except physics because calculus hates me. My love of dinosaurs came from my tutor, who was also very interested in them. Which is possibly weird, for a nun, but there it is.

Dream job? Being retired. Which I am. Yay!

Eye color? It says hazel on my driver's license, and I guess that's the closest description. They're basically a muddy green with some flecks of yellow.

I'm not going to tag anyone because it's been a while, and I don't know who's done this. But, if you'd like to do it, consider yourself tagged.

[thistleandthorn-events]

PRIDE WEEK

Lima Heights Institute will be celebrating Pride Week along with the rest of Lima June 3rd - 10th with different events and activities both on and off campus. After school clubs and sports are canceled for this week. None of the following are mandatory. All are welcome to participate - students, staff and/or townspeople.

Monday - Float building 12-9pm in the campus court yard. Anyone can join in building the float.

Tuesday - BBQ in the campus court yard - BBQ pork sandwiches, hotdogs, hamburgers, macaroni and cheese, pasta salad, green beans, taco salad, jello, baked beans and corn bread provided by the school. Additional activities for the picnic:

Ultimate Frisbee

Ladderball

Bean bag toss

Bubble blowing and ribbon dancing

Hula Hooping

Sidewalk Chalk Art

Wednesday - Movie Day in the school’s auditorium. Popcorn, soda, juice and candy provided. Playing the following:

8am - Love, Simon

11:30am - Bros

4pm - Broken Hearts Club

6:30pm - Red, White, and Royal Blue

9pm -  A Perfect Ending

Thursday - Art in the courtyard from 9am-4pm. Come express yourself artistically with drawing, painting, sculpture and practice/develop interpretive performances. All are will be show cased on Friday in the court yard

              - Pride dance in the great hall from 6-9pm with snacks and punch, good music and a photo booth. There is no dress code and this is a very informal fun thing for students to be apart of.

Friday - Art Show case from 9am-4pm.

Saturday - Parade in town at 10am.

              - Fashion show in the school’s auditorium. Students plan their best PRIDE outfits with makeup and hair and the works! Participants will be able to show off their outfits, costumes and what have you in front of everyone on the decorated auditorium stage starting at 7pm.

The rest of the town will have sales on their goods as well as picnics, parties and other exciting activities on the streets of town all week. remember, you have to be eligible to go off campus to attend and must abide by escort rules to attend.

POINT OPPORTUNITY -

There will be an opportunity to receive points during Pride! Super simple - develop a Pride-themed outfit to wear for the festivities! Copy/paste posts to the discord channel)and give a small explanation for 50 points! (explanation should be 3 sentences minimum with a picture or combination of pictures to count).

OOC - All these are ‘on your own’ kind of things. You can choose to participate or not, they are all completely optional. All school and RP rules are still in effect and any triggering or concerning plots MUST BE APPROVED THROUGH THE MAIN. When in doubt - ASK.

[cutestkilla]

15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People 

Thanks for tagging me @theearlgreymage @johnwgrey @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @raenestee @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @yellobb! Man, I love learning all these things about you all!

Are you named after anyone? Nope. All I know about my naming is that my dad wanted to call me Brooke but my mom kiboshed it for the association with “babbling”.

When was the last time you cried? I was going to say last week when I had to tell my kiddos that their auntie had to put her sweet 14yo dog down. (RIP Rufus, you were a good boy and we all miss you. ☹ ) BUT then Raen mentioned crying at the premiere episode of The Last of Us and I think maybe I did too!

Do you have kids? I do indeed, a pair of boyos, 4 and 7.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh god, so much. Cue me having to explain to my kids why I keep saying "great" when the thing I'm talking about most certainly is NOT great.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?  I truly don’t know how to answer this… Probably just their general vibe and whether I vibe with it?

What’s your eye color? Blue.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy ending, but man I love a scary movie too. But if I’m just by myself picking whatever I want I would go happy ending.

Any special talents? Define special… Um, I am able to touch the tip of my nose with my tongue. I’m a really good Googler. I can type at 72 WPM. I’m super fucking good at Excel. (Somehow, I turned this into a job application to be someone’s secretary...)

Where were you born?  Northern Ontario, Canada.

What are your hobbies? Apart from fandom stuff, which is currently my biggest hobby right now, maybe home improvement/DIY and gardening. I’m pretty good at plumbing and electrical, though I used to do that stuff a lot more before having kids. For several years I ran a fashion line with a couple friends, which I’m classifying as a hobby because we never made any real money at it, but it was fun and now I have a closet full of clothes I helped design. I also take ballet lessons once a week and play in a few sports leagues in the summers.

 Do you have any pets?  Nope, none. I used to have hamsters and fish growing up. My entire family have become dog people, so I have lots of pets in my extended family (5 – now 4 – dogs, and 4 cats).

 What sports do you play/have you played? The only sport I still play with any regularity is beach volleyball, but up until a few years ago I played fastpitch (softball) which I started playing as a tween. Going all the way back, I’ve played basketball, court volleyball, badminton, field hockey and I’ve run track as well.

 How tall are you? 5'4"

 Favorite subject at school? I think the answer would have to be music for this, because I went to a performing arts high school and took music with a specialization in vocal all the way through. For the general subjects, probably Physics and Math? But I also really liked English and History.  My favourite subject in university was Astrophysics (specifically cosmology), which was one of the things I majored in.

 Dream job? I think my dream would be to live in a society where we don’t need to have “dream jobs” and just having a fair and equitable balance of doing the things we need to do to survive and the things we love to do is the goal. In this dream we all work together to achieve this goal and nobody has to feel like they've failed somehow if they aren't doing what they love to earn a living... That said, I’m really fortunate in my career to have a great work-life balance and to work with great people, so I think I am sort of living the dream in a way. My ACTUAL dream when I was younger was to be a successful musician, a performing vocalist or even a songwriter. I did try a bit, in my early twenties, but in the end took the practical path. Then for a while I dreamed of being a scientific journalist. Most recently, I considered a career switch into AI/ML and got myself certified in machine learning but in the end, I decided not to give up the sweet gig I have.

Tags for: @technetiumai @larkral @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @creepyspice @bookish-bogwitch @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @captain-aralias @moodandmist @fatalfangirl @palimpsessed @ileadacharmedlife @skee3000 @facewithoutheart @onepintobean (Sorry to harass you if you've already done this!)

[exoluxionlove]

230118 PurplePearl Weibo Update [ Link ]

Q. It's been a while since you shot for a Chinese magazine, how do you feel? I did this photoshoot with so much excitement and I think the pictures will come out prettily, so I hope you will all look forward to it. It's really nice to meet you all again after a long time.

Q. How did you spend your birthday on November 27th? I spent my birthday quietly. I received a lot greetings from my friends, seniors and juniors. Just quietly, I celebrated my birthday with a cake.

Q. 2022 marks the 10th anniversary of your debut, how do you feel? On the day of our 10th debut year anniversary, I had a performance for our military musical, so I was able to meet our fans. It really felt so good to be able to celebrate it with them. It was a refreshing feeling and I really had a lot of fun.

Q. Can you tell me about your future activities? I'm working a lot on my music and there will be a lot of opportunities for me to show you different sides of me in various ways, so please look forward to all of them.

Q. Can you tell me something about your own compositions? What kind of message do you want to convey through your music? There are really a lot of messages I would like to convey. I think I want to express how I felt while I was working on them. I've really been working on a lot of songs. I just want to honestly deliver my thoughts and my feelings to you through my music.

Q. What kind of fun do you feel through acting? Compared to music, acting has a different kind of feel and fun. Through acting, you can live the life of someone whose experiences you have never had before. As I study the character, I get more inspired and it's enjoyable to get to experience a different life.

Q. What role do you want to act if you have a chance in the future? I want to play a role that doesn't have to run ㅋㅋ Until now, the characters I've played used a lot of physical strength and fell down a lot. So I really want to try the role of a college guy, just a normal college student.

Q. What's your favorite space in your house? My favorite place is my studio, where I make music.

Q. Can you share a moment of happiness or happiness that you feel these days? My simple joy... Before I enlisted, I started riding my bike. When I'm on my bike, I can see the sky, I can feel the wind blowing against me... That moment, I can't describe it with words, I just feel so happy. I don't go out often these days, but I still go around once in a while... It's really such a simple pleasure. However, the weather has gotten so cold these days, so it's a bit hard to do it now. I guess I have to find something else to do.

Q. What is the most important influence you get from your family? Living in such a positive way, I think I got this from my parents. So no matter what the situation is, I just fill my head with good thoughts, as such, good energy just flows in and I feel like I can overcome any ordeal through this. I also feel that this happy energy is passed on to the people around me. I grew up receiving so much love and a lot of people telling me that I am doing well. Hearing these made me feel so good and so I also think of how I may be able to give it back to others.

Q. What's your favorite sport these days? Why? My favorite sport is golf. These days, the members, managers, and people around me are playing golf, and a lot of them persuaded me so I started playing it lightly and it's really fun. So far, I've done a lot of extreme sports, so I feel a bit calmer doing some form of quiet exercise. And when we go to the golf course, it's like I am closer to nature, that aspect of it also made me feel something new... I think that's how I started liking golf.

Q. What's the secret to wearing your own clothes? Honestly, it changed from before. Before, I thought I would look good in anything I wear because I'm tall and had good figure, so I always wore comfortable clothes. These days, I also look up on the type of fashion that would hide my flaws and showcase my strengths. The type of fashion where you feel like you are dressed up, but not really dressed up... something like that.

Q. What is your fashion style? I've always worn street-style clothes, but now I like to try a more mature and dandy style. It won't be easy to get rid of the style I was used to because I really like it. It may take a bit of an effort, but I really want to study and try out various fashion styles.

Q. If you have a chance to visit to China again, is there anything you must do? I want to do everything that I've done so far, but the thing I want to do the most is a concert. I want to interact with my Chinese fans. We can meet up-close through a fansign and we can share stories as well. I just want to spend time with them, in whatever way!

Q. Finally, let's say something to the Chinese fans who have always supported Chanyeol! First of all, I would like to thank you for unceasingly loving, supporting, and liking me for such a long time. I really wanted to say that I really miss you so much. It's been a long time since we last saw each other, and it's nice to have this opportunity for us to meet again, but of course, meeting you in person and catching up on a lot of things and having fun together would even be nicer. I really want to say that I love you. I LOVE YOU!

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[erigold13261]

NSpideR powers for counselors

Jessica Drew: a combination of superspeed and technomancy (so she needs the bike to activate her speed powers)

Sun Spider aka Charlotte Webber: Fire and Space elemental. She can create the literal sun in her hands

Ben Riley/ RIPeter: both of them have super strength but it is not concrete

Spider-UK aka Malala Windsor: Water elemental. Based on the fact that her Spider costume takes inspo from sports burkinis

Bonus: Geroge Stacy also has superpowers in the form of being able to perfectly emulate how someone moves their body just by looking at them (Gwen inherited the powers, that is why she was able to pick up ballet so quickly) (they both think they are normal things people can do)

Definitely should have answered this earlier, would have been good for everyone lol.

-Kinda don't like the idea of her needing the bike to activate her speed powers. I like the idea though that she has speed powers and technomancy! Honestly kinda like the idea that she is a very weak technomancer and so maybe she has a special bike that she can easily connect to, so she needs the bike for her TECHNOMANCY powers, not her speed powers!

Mainly thinking this because Peni's whole thing is being a new type of magic. Or at least the strongest of a new type of magic. There were obvious technomancers before nya was borm (such as nyas father and not Jessica), but they were not nearly as strong as Peni is. So Jessica being a weak technomancer is something I would prefer.

Though I think having her powers be something similar or opposite to Gwen would be a better idea! I don't have anything in mind right now other than a similar power to Ganke (vibration suppression or something like that), but that doesn't fit her movie character as much as your suggestion. I'll think about it!

-Oh I like Charlie having those powers a lot! I don't really have much to say about that. I kinda have the idea that her wheelchair wheels have a sun theme to them (still absolutely functional of course, function over fashion but she deserves a pretty chair if she wants).

-The super strength kinda seems like a cop-out, at least in the NSR universe. I don't have anything against it at all, just feels underwhelming compared to other powers/elementals. Though honestly, that would probably make sense. Not every power is connected to an element or to a part of the body/mind. So sure! They can have super strength! (at least for now, could change since like you said, it's not concrete)

-Ooooh! Okay yeah, I really like that idea a lot! Water elemental Malala is something I like!

-And oh that is a unique power for George. Some might not see it as practical, but I'm pretty sure having that power (even without realizing it) would help a lot in interrogations of criminals (such as knowing when they make a slight movement or something, because he can probably feel the movement as well in order to replicate it).

Definitely helped Gwen a lot in dance! Also, perhaps it has something to do with body vibrations (either muscle movements or something like that) which is another reason why Gwen has the ability to create earthquakes and large scale vibration attacks through solid matter.

Because this power is so small/unique, and not seen as a power by them, it's probably an unknown power by the world. There are probably a LOT of powers out there that do this. Where someone is seen as normal or just talented and so their power is not seen as an actual power (Rubato and Yinu have this with communication through music and/or other means without speaking).

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! Could I pretty please have matchups for haikyuu and ninjago?

I'm an Enfp, and the oldest of four.

I like to think I'm relatively confident, but I do get anxious about almost anything at random times, but all in all I'm a people person, and I enjoy being in crowded environments likes malls or amusement parks.

My hobbies are mostly on the artistic side, I play guitar, I write for myself, I draw, and do pretty much any art project I can get my hands on.

I like music, fashion, video games, and just being outside. I hate to stay in one place for too long, a few days at home will make me lose my mind.

I like to joke around, I struggle to take things all too seriously, but I try.

I'm 5'7, long brown hair and brown eyes, glasses, and I'm kinda chubby ngl.

And yeah that's pretty much me, if you do do this, thanks a bunch💜

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. You didn't specify whether you would prefer a male or female matchup so I've given you one of each for both fandoms. They can be read as romantic or platonic. I hope you like your matchups!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Hinata needs someone confident and outgoing in his life to keep up with him. If that's you, I wish you the best of luck! He's a great person to be around but it takes a lot of energy.

He loves your sense of humour! No matter if anyone else thinks the jokes you make are funny or not, he'll always laugh. He thinks your jokes are great.

There'll be no staying in one place with this guy. When he's still in school, he's always changing up his schedule and going on trips for volleyball and once he's graduated, he's travelling globally for the sport. He'd love it if you travel with him.

Please draw him while he's at practice. If you show him some drawing of him paused in motion, he'll be incredibly grateful. He'd love to hang it on his wall as a reminder of you and his passion for sport.

Hinata would enjoy playing video games with you. He particularly likes rhythm games and ones that can keep him engaged, otherwise he gets bored.

In Haikyuu, I also match you with...

Yui is a lot like Hinata in that she's an energetic person with a lot of passion. You'd get along well since you're able to match that energy.

I see her as someone who enjoys dressing up to go out when she's not training. She's not able to do nice hairstyles or makeup when training so it's a nice change of pace. She'll ask you for advice since you like fashion.

In the same vein, Yui likes going shopping with you. As much as she loves volleyball, it's nice to get away from it for a while.

Loves listening to you play guitar. She likes the songs you play and any mistakes you make bring her a sense of joy knowing it's you playing, not some generic artist.

She also enjoys watching you draw and work on your latest art project. She likes watching your latest creation come together.

In Ninjago, I match you with...

Cole is a lot like you in that he’s confident but his confidence has limits. You can both help each other when your anxieties take over.

He’s someone who likes to get out and about a lot so you’re more than welcome to tag along with him. He likes the company and enjoys being able to explore new places together.

Will absolutely take you to amusement parks. He loves the energy they provide and it’s a win-win that you like them as well. He’ll try to win some prizes for you at the sideshows…please stop him from spending all of his money…

In the movie, Cole is a big fan of music and I think this also fits his show personality quite well. He’d love listening to you play guitar and, if he knows the song and has an instrument laying around, will join in.

I can see you hanging out a lot with Cole and Jay since you also share a lot in common with the lightning ninja. You all play video games and crack jokes together. It’s an all-round good time.

In Ninjago, I also match you with...

Skylor balances out your lack of seriousness without your personalities clashing. If she can get along with Kai, she can get along with you.

Enjoys going to malls with you but more so that she can get away from work. It’s a nice break and she gets to spend time with you. Just don’t go near the food court. She deals with enough of that at work…

I see Skylor as someone who enjoys travelling around the world. It takes time and money but she really loves seeing new places and getting away from the mundane nature of day to day life.

She’d be over the moon if you join her on these travels. You’d get to deepen your bond and you’d both have wonderful, shared memories of your time together.

When you’re feeling anxious, Skylor’s there to boost your confidence. She somehow knows what to say and when to say it, even if she comes off as blunt sometimes. She really does have your best intentions at heart.