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Just A Man

| A Soldier's Song Installment |

Summary -> As the weeks leading up to Elvis' deployment to Europe begin to dwindle you and Elvis try to help your son understand what it will mean. Meanwhile, inevitable tensions between you and Elvis are pushed to the side as the two of you figure sex is better than facing your issues, especially with such little time left together.

Warnings -> mention of family death, domestic fluff, flirting, mention of war, pre-deployment, Elvis being a young dad & husband, (much needed) sex with 50s Elvis, angsty undertones, smut, kitchen sex, swearing, foot kink, stocking kink, almost footjob(?), breeding kink, oral (f. receiving), unsafe sex

WC -> 5.8k

A/N -> So this is more of a prologue to the actual events of which this au series is based upon, to sort of give a glance into what life was like before Elvis gets deployed to Europe, I hope you enjoy it! In the next installment, we WILL see Elvis in uniform. This is an installation of the A Soldier's Song AU

“That one made my hand hurt Frankie!”

The little boy giggled at his daddy’s shocked face.

That battering of a baseball against a leather mitt is all that kept you company on the back porch of your home. Watching the two boys, your two boys, in the yard tossing the ball back and forth puts a smile on your face, but as you turn your head to the empty chair next to you that smile falls ever so slightly, missing the warmth that often emanated from that chair.

Elvis had been at basic training when she passed and was only able to make it back in time for her funeral, but even then while you were a wreck he remained as strong as he could. He held you in one arm and held your little boy in the other as the service proceeded.

You’d only had two grief-filled days with him before he went back to finish his basic training, you couldn’t even figure out whether or not he’d really come to terms with his mama because it all happened so fast. And now you’d only have a few final weeks with your man, all crisp and in shape from basic training, till he was off to a poor war-stricken country in Europe.

With that in mind you remembered to smile, in the knick of time too as Elvis looked up at you after running to pick up the stray ball that had rolled along the grass toward the porch due to your little boy’s poor aim.

He stared up at you like the school boy he used to be, and said with that tone of voice you’d often heard since he first laid eyes on you, “Hey there Cutie”

And like the school girl you used to be, you’d blush and only offer a small smile as you waved him off, “Go play with your son”

Elvis gave you that look, he wanted to say something he couldn’t say in front of young ears. He got up, ball in one hand while he wore his leather brown mitt on the other, with each step up the wood porch his smile grew, you could feel his curled lips on your cheek as he leaned down to kiss it.

Then quietly he’d murmur in a cooing, baby-talk type tone, 

“Daddy wants to play with Mama though”

You rolled your eyes and put a placating hand on his clean-shaven cheek. After leaning forward to press a quick peck to his lips you spoke quietly with that same baby-talk curve to your voice,

“Daddy can play with Mama when Baby goes to bed”

Elvis smiled softly at you and mumbled out a soft and assured, “Alright”, before stepping away to go back down onto the grass, giving Francis, or as Elvis nicknamed him, Frankie, an underhanded toss of the ball.

You turned one last time to the other chair and the empty cushion on it, you couldn’t look at it anymore. Thankfully you were needed elsewhere as you could smell the roast in the oven drift through the window of the kitchen out onto the porch.

After going inside as you tended to the food you could watch Francis and Elvis play about in the yard, it was quite big, but the two of them only remained within a small portion, part of the reason could’ve been because Francis couldn’t yet throw very far.

The sun was setting and the light practically flickered off of Elvis’ hair. Now being in the army he didn’t bother with that black dye, it would just be washed out as soon as he was back at base after all. And it wasn’t like he’d be making movies or releasing songs anytime soon, no not with what he was on his way to do in a few weeks.

You could just barely hear Elvis’ voice as he praised your son, “Frank my boy you might be the Babe Ruth of your generation if ya keep at it”. You couldn’t help but shake your head with a smile, Elvis talking to Francis as if the four-year-old knew who the Babe was and as if he knew what the word “generation” meant.

It was in Elvis’ nature to talk to children in that way though. He always treated them like little adults. You couldn’t recall a time when Elvis didn’t speak to children that way. His mama had made fun of him for it when Francis was two and he could only remark, “Frank is just people, like you and me are just people”

Oh goodness, you thought of her again.

You don’t think a day goes by when you don’t think about her. Elvis’ mama was a godsend, truly. And while he’d never open up about it, you know it’s affecting Elvis immensely. She was so involved in your life ever since you entered Elvis’ and she was always sweet and welcoming.

You could think back to a time not too long ago when after you’d eloped with Elvis and announced the news of your pregnancy at the young age of 18, your parents kicked you to the curb, but she welcomed you with open arms.

At the time Elvis was still driving a truck he hadn’t yet become the “movie star” that he was now. But despite the financial struggles of her Presley flock, Gladys happily welcomed another bird.

It was just a few months ago, before the whole fiasco of Elvis getting drafted and sent off to basic that you’d had a conversation with her in this very kitchen about that.

You told her how appreciative you’d always be toward her for being so welcoming to you, and she told you with an arm around your shoulder, “I’m a mother Hon, it’s only natural. The two of you were babies when ya had that itty bitty boy of yours, I couldn’t ever leave y’all out in the rain, you know that”

You knew no matter what Elvis would have stuck beside you, you knew he’d always be there to hold your hand. After all, you were mothering his child. But it helped so much more that his mother would be on the other side of you, holding your other hand to help you in whatever way you would allow.

Things were slowly returning to normal within the home, her lack of presence isn’t as pronounced, but that’s because she lives through memory now as more time passes, it’s almost like she’s not gone.

You hope that’s how Elvis viewed it. His stone face didn’t leave any slack for a crack or two, and for once it was getting hard to read him. But you’d continue to hope that it isn’t a facade and that he is okay. Yeah, you’d hope with all your might that your man was doing okay.

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Dinner was quiet, whenever your voice, or Elvis’ voice, or Francis’ voice didn’t fill the air, love would keep you all company. Of course as always Elvis got on Francis about playing with his food, having grown up poor Elvis was more sensitive to matters of waste such as that.

But if that was the stress high-point of the evening, then you could call it a good evening.

And as you now sat on the edge of the bed, a hand on Francis’ blanket-covered knee while Elvis kneeled on the floor next to the short, small children’s bed, you had a soft smile play on your lips as Elvis talked on the subject of him leaving in a few weeks.

Elvis and you had been explaining night after night to Francis what would soon happen, why his daddy would be going away for a while and what would happen after. After talking about it quite a bit within the first month of knowing about Elvis’ draft you and he decided it was best to be very open on the subject to make it less daunting when Elvis suddenly left home.

And after Gladys’ death you had to explain to Francis that his daddy’s absence would be different from his grandmother’s absence.

“Ya g-gonna fight bad guys Daddy?”

Elvis smiled and brought his hands up in fists, then with a few shadow-box moves which made Francis laugh, Elvis assured,

“You betcha, gonna give the bad guys one of these! And one of these!”

The little boy laughed, his laugh too big for his body as he bent over on the bed and held onto your arm with both his little hands.

After his precious giggles subsided, Francis sat up and asked curiously, a glimmer of what must’ve been a child’s worry in his eyes as he asked with that stutter that his daddy used to have,

“W-what if the bad, bad guys hurt yo-you Dad-Daddy?”

Your smile fell slightly as you and Elvis made eye contact at the suggestion. Of course that is something that you and Elvis had been careful approaching when it came to explaining this sort of thing to Francis.

You couldn’t explain it without truly worrying the boy, you felt tears prickle your eyes at just the thought. Elvis knew of your worries, he knew that quite a few of the girls you were friends with down at the beauty parlor had husband’s overseas, and that a few of them had gotten the dreaded telegram, along with a folded American flag.

He knew all too well your worries as he’d spent many nights being the one to soothe you back to bed. When he’d feign sleep even though he knew you’d spend mornings staring at him, just wanting to look at him as if you would soon lose this view.

Of course if he had died at war it might be different. Having been in a few films and sung a few hit records, he feared that if he died you might find out about his death through the newspapers. You would either find out through that, or as Elvis heard, on rare special occasions they’d send something much more personal, they’d send chaplains and military officers to tell the grieving widow in person. 

Elvis hoped if he died he’d be that special occasion, that way you wouldn’t be alone when you heard about his death, the same way you were alone when you saw his mother in her state of death.

“Well,”

He started before getting up, and sitting next to you on the bed. He wrapped an arm around your waist and reached a hand out to rest atop yours which rested on Francis’ knee.

“Listen buddy, that sort of thing might happen, but ya don’t gotta worry. Your daddy’s strong, and he’s gonna get home to you and Mama. He promises.”

Your lip quivered as you tried to smile. Elvis could feel the way your hand tensed under his, he quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek and mumbled quietly for his little family to hear,

“And ya know I’m not a liar, I wouldn’t piss on ya leg and tell ya it’s rainin’ now would I?”

You abruptly turned your head toward Elvis’ crude analogy and hit his shoulder lightly making him laugh as Francis giggled at his daddy using a “nasty” word. 

As Elvis laughed he stood up and pulled you with him, leaving enough time for you to kiss Francis goodnight before taking you with just a tug of his arm around your hip.

As you reached for the lamp next to your son’s bed your spoke softly,

“Get a good sleep Frannie”

Once you and Elvis were making your way out of the room he teased you softly with his hand still resting at your hip, “Wish ya would stop callin’ him such a girly name, his name’s Francis”

As soon as you closed the door you laughed softly and pointed out, “So he’s Francis when I call him Frannie but he’s not Francis when you call him Frankie?”

Elvis shrugged and popped out a “yup” as he guided you down the hall. Just before reaching the bedroom you told him you remembered you still had some dishes to do and made a B-line to the staircase to head toward the kitchen.

After getting down there and getting the dishes loaded you found yourself standing in front of the sink, staring down at the soapy dishwater with not a thought in mind.

It was Elvis’ voice that pulled you from your trance as he spoke, “Baby?”

You jumped slightly and turned around to see Elvis throwing you a confused half-smile, his red shirt from earlier was off and he was left in just black trousers and his wedding ring. There was a dampened towel on his shoulders, the tips of his hair were slightly wet, likely from having just washed his face.

You sighed softly with a smile at the sight, “I’ll be up in a minute Handsome, just getting some things done”.

Elvis’ neck stretched slightly as he saw the dishes were washed and now laid on the drying rack, he then turned toward the stove to see that the leftovers were put away. You didn’t have anything to do.

He took a few steps forward, till he could comfortably rest his hands at your hips.

“Looks to me like everythin’s been done, why don’tcha head upstairs with me?”

You took a moment to look around and realized he was right, quick on your feet you slid away from his hands and walked over to the oven and opened it, you gestured a hand toward the inside,

“I haven’t cleaned the oven out yet”

Elvis’ eyebrows furrowed as he shook head and mumbled with a hand on his hip,

“Honey, ya never clean the oven out till the 1st of the month, I mean unless things have changed that much since I’ve been at basic…”

You sighed softly. As you gently closed the oven door Elvis walked over to you with a small frown, his hands finding their place at your hips once again as he asked,

“What’s goin’ on Genevieve?”

You bit your lower lip softly, whenever Elvis called you by your name you knew he was serious, there was no wiggling your way out of it, especially now that he had you pressed back against a kitchen counter, his hands gripping your hips with resolution and a look in his eyes that told you he wasn’t letting you go without a fight.

With a shake of your head you looked away from Elvis, suddenly deeming the drying rack a few feet away to be a better view than your half-naked husband. Elvis’ head followed your gaze and suddenly it was him you were looking at again.

“I just, I wish you would stop doing that…”

Elvis looked confused as he ran a hand through his uncombed hair. He really looked different from a few months ago, his jaw was sharp and his cheeks sort of caved in, but not in the way a waif’s would. His hair was a crisp, fall-ish brown, and his body was cut in a way that felt a little foreign.

While he was naturally slim and tall, he was usually still soft and smooth around the edges. You’d realized his first night back from basic that his body was more sharp and angular, and you worried they weren’t feeding him properly. But as he’d been home a week or two now, his body remained sharp and cut, and now your worries were on your own lacking areas, you knew your food couldn’t replace his mama’s but you’d swear if his mama were here, he’d be back to his soft and squishy self.

“Stop doin’ what Hon?”

As your eyes lingered over his body more you’d completely forgotten what you’d first been talking about as you changed the subject by asking, “Are you still hungry?”

Elvis laughed softly and titled his head to the side, “What are ya talkin’ about?”

Your lower lip quivered in worry and concern, it seems all the dulled emotions you’d been feeling lately came together to overpower your own emotional maturity as your lip wobbled pathetically. As Elvis saw the sight his smile fell and his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he bent down slightly to look you head on. “Oh, Baby, now,” He cupped your cheeks with his hands to keep you from turning away from him. 

There was a soft incredulous laugh that left his lips, “Why are ya cryin?”

As Elvis pulled you close to him, you could feel his body shake with each laugh that left his lips, you knew what he was thinking, it was what he always thought (and sometimes said) whenever you started crying, it was-

“You women and your emotions…”

And just as you would everytime, you’d hit his chest with all your might (which would only evoke another laugh at your pitiful effort) and mumble into his chest wetly, “Stop laughing at me Elvis Aaron Presley.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t laugh anymore Mama, now what was it you wish I would stop doin?”

Your arms around his waist tightened slightly as you thought back to the original topic of discussion. Elvis gave you a moment as he rubbed his chin along the top of your head, ruffling your hair in doing so, but you didn’t care enough to mind.

“I just wish you would stop pretending you’re this indestructible force Elvis.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke,

“Well, I gotta make sure my son knows there ain’t a man better than his Daddy, ya know that Hon”

With a soft sigh you pulled back enough to look Elvis in the eye while your arms remained around his waist.

“I’m talking about with me, Elvis. You do that same thing with me that you do with Francis. You talk to me like I’m a child- Like, like I don’t know what you’re going into, like I haven’t been reading the papers”

Elvis’ smile flatlined as he listened to your words. You continued on.

“I’m your wife Elvis, I know that you’re not some indestructible being.”

As Elvis' eyes lingered away from yours, you placed a hand on his cheek to regain his attention as you could tell he was searching for ways to change the conversation.

“You’re just a man Elvis”

There’s his way out. Elvis bit his lower lip before breaking into a smile as he stared down at you. His hands that were wrapped around your waist fell down to each globe of your ass, giving you a soft squeeze through the fabric of your dress. The abruptness of the action caught your attention as your eyebrow lifted in suspicion and confusion at what he was doing.

Here you were pouring your heart out and he-

“Well, I can admit I am just a man, and a man’s got needs ya know?”

He had a boyish smile on his lips as he said the last part quietly, as if he were a child trying to tempt his mother into letting him get his favorite piece of candy. You knew how this would go, it would go as it always did. You and Elvis would avoid this topic and go on to avoid a few other topics, then in a few weeks or a month you and him would get into a huge argument of all the topics combined just to kiss and make up.

It’s happened often within your relationship, hell, you and him hadn’t fought the entirety of your pregnancy with Francis and on the day your water broke, all hell broke with it as you and Elvis got into a huge argument. You almost gave birth in the house because you refused to have him be the one to drive you to the hospital.

But that would be fine for now, especially when he smiled down at you the way he was now.

Your previous pure look of concern had washed away with a defeated smile as his hands continued to knead the flesh of your ass like dough and his smile only dug into his cheeks further, almost bringing back that full look of them.

With a fond tinge to it, you sighed out,

“You really are just a man”

He brought his nose down to nuzzle against your cheek before pressing his lips against the soft skin, murmuring, “Your man”

“Mhm, my man”

You began to giggle at the ticklish sensation of his lips dragging from your cheek down along the sensitive skin of your neck. You tried tucking your chin into your neck as you continued to let you squealed laughs.

Elvis let out a soft playful growl as he spoke into the skin,

“Flutterin’ around like a bird”

To stop your incessant wiggling Elvis tightened his arms around your waist, his nose changed locations from the crook of your neck to the dip of your collarbone till it landed in the deep neckline of your dress, snug between your breasts as he nuzzled himself into the skin, trying to get a whiff of you in your purest form. 

The smell of you at the end of the day, the light scent of your perfume that somehow lingered late in the day mixed with whatever sweat had tried to grace your body, it was a smell he couldn’t get enough of. 

 His lips began to press gentle little kisses at the inside of both your breasts as he tugged at the neckline a bit more, trying to give himself more ground to cover with his lips. You laughed softly and buried your hands in his brown locks as you pressed numerous kisses atop his head.

You could hear him mumble where his head was buried between your breasts,

“Mm kiss me Baby…”

You laughed softly and between pecks on his forehead said, “That’s what I’m doin’”

He finally came up, his eyes lidded slightly as he murmured, “I mean really kiss me”, before kissing you with the same lips he just worshiped the skin of your tits with.

You hummed into the kiss with delighted surprise at the hungry tenderness of it all as Elvis’ body backed you completely against the kitchen counter. He felt around blindly for the counter behind you as he refused to break the kiss and then with two gentle pats to the back of your thighs you jumped up just slightly for him to pick you up by the thighs and push you onto the counter.

Elvis’ hands quickly worked the fabric of your dress, tugging it up till it pooled around your waist and as he pulled away from the kiss to look down between the two of you he was left with the sight of your legs, almost completely bare except for your seamed stockings that ended at your thighs and were held up by the garters connected to your panties.

His hands glided along the thin fabric of your stockings along your calves and thighs, he loved how they felt. You couldn’t help your smile as he admired you. When he stepped back he could pull one of your legs up nice and high so that he could see the seams on the back of your stockings that ran up your legs, giving the illusion that you had much longer legs than you really did.

All his focus was on that leg that he had stretched above your head, pointed to the heavens as he stared with admiration. You, his own point of interest, had betrayed him as your other lonely leg that dangled from the counter stretched forward to dig lightly at the bulge beginning to form in Elvis’ black trousers. Elvis’ brows creased and his eyes closed as his mouth opened to let out a low, heavy breath.

“Oh, Mama…”

Elvis’ grip that held your foot high had loosened at the undoing of his usually calm and collective nature within the act. “Mhm?” You took the opportunity and brought your other foot down to join in on the pushes and presses of your feet into the growing bulge.

He only repeated with a breathy, more defeated voice,

“Oh… Mama…”

His head fell back slightly and his legs looked to be going a little slack, knees bending in the slightest as his hips pushed into the pressure of your feet.

It was only when you attempted to dig your foot’s heel into Elvis’ groin did he make a move, spreading your legs apart and pushing his way between them with an eagerness. His hands were quick as he unclipped your garters, followed by the rough yanking of your stockings off your legs. You were thankful you had stabilized yourself onto the counter with your hands otherwise he might’ve yanked you off it right along with your stockings.

You figured you’d help him as you lifted your ass up and began to shimmy your panties off, having to bite your lip to keep back from whining at the cold slap of the counter against your thighs and warmed heat. As Elvis turned to look at you, his mouth was left slightly agape, he could never get used to the image of his wife being all pliant and pretty for him.

The men he used to work with as a young truck driver told him to never get married to a girl he liked, because when women became wives they lost their appeal, they became prudent and too good for casual sex with their husband. Oh how wrong those men were.

“Spread ‘em f’me Hon”

You obeyed as you watched Elvis kneel down, he had enough height on him to where even kneeling down he could easily be face to face with your bare cunt as you sat on the edge of the counter.

From below he made eye contact with you again and murmured,

“Spread those as well Baby”

You let out a breath at his words, feeling a heat spread from your chest up your neck from the embarrassment of where he was referring, but you’d listen. Your hand hesitantly danced down your body before landing at your cunt, and with a soft, wet sound, your pointer and index finger spread the lips of your pussy apart, giving way for Elvis to see the white discharge that was just edging out of your entrance, you had practically sprung a leak down there.

“You’re so pretty Baby…”

He looked up at you to make sure you knew it before steadying himself by gripping the sides of your thighs before pressing his head further between your legs. His aquiline nose ran along your core before anything else, but his tongue and lips were quick to follow as he licked a stripe up the center.

You let out a soft breathy moan at the feeling and tilted your head back to stare at the ceiling, the blank ceiling, boring enough for you to be able to focus entirely on the sensations Elvis was filling your body with.

As his tongue poked and prodded at your entrance you let out a cacophony of back-to-back breaths. As he moved his lips lower, his tongue now scraping along that gap of skin between both your holes, his nose was enveloped entirely by your entrance, and you could feel it inside of you.

Then his fingers on one hand reached toward that little nub of nerves that rested atop your pussy like a pretty bow, and like an expert he could easily undo that bow with the twists and turns of his index and middle finger.

That is what made you squirm and squeak, hushing out a high-pitched,

“Elvis..!”

His answer was a hungry hum which only pushed you even further as the low baritone of his hum reverberated in your pussy. “E-Elvis..!”

Your hands burrowed greedily into his hair as you contradicted yourself, while you made it seem like you wanted him off you, you only pushed his nose further and further into your entrance, you might suffocate him at this point. It was as if his life was in the hands of whether or not he could make you come.

You attempted to drive your hips further into his mouth as he pulled you closer with that hand still gripping your thigh.

As his fingers strummed your clit like the strings to a guitar your breathing got uneven as you felt the incoming of those waves of pleasure that only your very own husband could pull from you.

He groaned loudly into your heat as your grip on his hair became painful to the man bearing it, but he’d continue on till he got you to your release.

“Oh fuck Elvis..! I’m, I’m…”

Your hands entangled in his hair began to drive his head completely home as you let out a guttural moan, the pleased pitch cutting off as you’d reached the peak of your pleasure.

Your entire body felt limp, not even having enough strength in your hands to continue holding onto his hair. Elvis’ head remained tucked away long enough for your dress to fall over onto his head and hide him away as he finally pulled away for air.

You watched with tired eyes as his hands came up to pull the fabric off his head, he had the biggest lazy smile gracing his lips as he looked up at you, and for a moment you had a hard time deciphering whether or not the dampness on his face came from his sweat or your own pleasure, you settled on it being a mix.

“I make ya feel good Honey? Played with Mama just right, hm?”

He slowly stood up and brought the fabric of the dress up with him.

“You always do Elvis,”

He hummed with a smile and brought the wrung up fabric to your mouth with one hand and tugged your chin down with the other, leaving room for him to set the fabric between your lips for you to bite down on.

“Good, now, you’re gonna help Daddy feel good too now right? Gonna sit still f’me right?”

You hummed, “Mhm”, feeling eager to please the man after the trip he just sent you on. Elvis smiled down at you as he watched you hold the fabric between your teeth.

The fumbling of Elvis’ hands undoing his trousers was momentary as he’d become a bit of an expert at undoing his pants in the years you two have been married. You watched with blown out eyes as his dick shot up against his pubes and stomach as it was freed from the confines of Elvis’ pants and underwear.

Your legs were already spread and ready, your hole was already warmed up and loosened, you were his for the taking. 

As Elvis took a step forward he tugged you just slightly closer to him before lining his uncut cock along your hole. Then he pushed in. His eyebrows creased from the pain of needing to be patient at this part, trying to find a good balance of needing to be watchful of your expression while wanting to watch as his foreskin begins to prematurely slide back before he’s even completely inside of your warm pussy.

“It’s goin’ in smooth Honey? N-no burn or anythin’ right Baby? I can keep goin’?”

You hummed out a quick, “Mhm”, with an eager nod of your head, and you could see the relief spread along his face at not needing to wait, because to be quite truthful he wasn’t sure he’d be able to.

Elvis kept a hand on his base as he guided the rest in and when he was fully in, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, practically pulling you off the counter as he wanted to be as close to you as possible while he pressed kisses along your neck.

“Fuck Baby, feel so good,” He groaned softly as he pulled out slightly just to shove his way back in, eliciting a used squeak from you as he did so. “Think that I still haven’t broken ya in properly after bein’ at basic f’so long huh?”

You could only moan softly at his words as you kept the fabric of your dress clenched between your teeth. As he repeated a similar motion he mumbled into the skin of your neck,

“It’s alright Honey, we’ll make more room in there, make more room for a little one or two…”

You wiggled slightly only for his body to press impossibly closer as he spoke through gritted teeth, “Just need ya to sit” he pulled out just to harshly press back in, evoking a whimper from you, “still.”

Elvis’ thrusts became fuller and more drawn out with every second that passed and every moan that left your lips. He was a chatty lover, and while he liked to believe he was talking you through it all, it was really himself he was talking through the motions of sex. He had a strange anxiety when it came to sex that had only shown itself since his takeoff in the entertainment business.

“Gonna fill ya so full of me, gonna leave a piece of myself here to watch over ya Honey,”

Your noises continued to be muffled by the fabric that was becoming soaked in saliva from being kept in your mouth for so long.

The build-up of precum that had been filling your insides made for a wonderful lubricant, even better than your body’s natural one. Elvis’ hips continued to thrust roughly into you. As the speed doubled, even tripled, Elvis’ breaths and voice got raspy.

You were certain he’d bruised your cervix by now, but the desperate rasp of his voice left you as gooey as your insides were.

“Shit, this is it..!”

Elvis buried face into your neck and you felt the heat of his breath sprawl across your skin as he groaned throatily. The animalistic, rhythmic pace of his hips dying down to slow downward grinds. He slurred out as he came down from that peak of pleasure,

“So good… So fucking good…”

Finally as his body came to a rest you spit out the fabric and inhaled as much air as possible through your mouth.

As Elvis geared himself to pull out, your arms wrapped around his neck abruptly as you held him close, mumbling a soft, “Don’t.” as you did so.

Elvis’ body felt stiff for a moment as he asked with hushed concern,

“W-why? Did I hurt ya Hon? You know you’re supposed to tell-”

You stopped his sentence short with a quiet,

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Just, wanna be with you a little longer. You don’t mind do ya?”

Elvis let out a breath of relief to hear that. He’d never want to hurt you. So in that moment of silence he held you close and buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose linger on that pulse point that he watched you apply perfume on every morning for the past 4 years.

And you carded your fingers through his hair, kissing the skin of his head as a form of apology for how rough you were with it earlier.

His voice was like honey, sweet and thick as he assured,

“Of course not. I wanna be with you all the time, otherwise I wouldn't have married ya”

You smiled and remarked into his hair,

"Smartass..."

To which he fondly mumbled,

"Cutie"

This was more a passion piece, just because I really wanted to write something involving those pictures, seriously he's such a dad.

The masterlist will be posted and linked as soon as I get up from my nap! If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this au feel free to just comment or message me!!

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[shuugumi]

❥ "𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?"

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: gojo satoru is admitted into the hospital after a deadly accident when out on a mission. you, his wife, rushes over and something…heartbreaking happens.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: amnesia, hospital, gojo x reader, angst(?), 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, established relationship, 1k653wc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: something for the best boy after these manga leaks. akutami you bitch!!!

right now you were running through the tokyo train station. the urgency to make your way to the hospital, thought after thought made you rush even more. “Please be okay..” you whispered to yourself as you got onto one of the train carts.

thankfully for the technological advancements, you were able to get to the hospital in no time. but you still rushed over. definitely gaining the attention of the other civilians.

“hi my husband, Gojo Satoru. was admitted into the hospital at uh—” you uttered, looking at your watch before telling the time when you got the phone call. “gojo-san is in surgery right now. you can sit in the lobby until he’s done.” the receptionist who looked like she didn’t want to be there said emotionless before showing the lobby. you sighed before sitting down on one of the cold metal chairs.

bouncing your leg nervously and unconsciously. you shouldn’t be bouncing your leg due to superstition reasons but in this case, it was the only thing that helped you. who cared who gave you werid looks. 貧乏ゆすり… the other visitors whispered under their breaths but you couldn’t help it. it didn’t help either when the claimed strongest sorcerer was in the hospital, getting a life depending surgery.

time passed and you swore you fell asleep just sitting in the chair. maybe the exhaustion from running from your school to the hospital finally caught up to you. but you were awoken by a woman lightly touching your shoulder. “excuse me? you’re here for gojo right?” she spoke softly and you desperately exhaled a “yes” and the nurse told you to follow her. there you were brought to his hospital room. “before we enter..he’s sleeping so you may want to be quiet..” the nurse spoke again and awiated for your nod before the nurse opened the door.

the sight was heartbreaking. he was attached to wires connected to many machines. his eyes were red and bruised. did he feel like this when i was in the hospital? you thought to yourself as you walked closer to the man who was in his slumber. the nurse excused themselves but told you to call them when he awoke..

“satoru…” you whispered under your breath as you grabbed a chair to sit over next to him. slowly and gently did you touch his hand, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. “i am glad they were able to do everything in the surgery and to help heal everything…what went wrong on the mission? but it doesn’t matter anymore..as long as your breathing i’ll take it.” you whisper as you rest your head on the edge of the hospital bed, swabbing your thumb on his hand.

“eh, i needed saving this time..” you heard that voice. the voice that you found to be your safe place rasph out, here and there coughing you jolted your head up. “satoru! you’re up!!” you exclaim, quickly wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his chest.

“who-are you?”

the man who had just woken after god knows what spoke aloud. Immediately you looked up at him, “what do you mean?—” you said perplexed as you released your arms around from his shoulders, allowing distance between the two of you. you were still situated sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. “satoru? i am your wife…y/N?” your voice faltered as a shiver traveled down your spine and the crystal blue eyes man just stared at you with confusion and when you went to grab his hand he immediately pulled back there, you felt your heart crack. 

“i- i don’t have a wife..” he spoke softly and you felt the two broken pieces of your heart shatter into a million more infinitesimal pieces. “satoru this isn’t something to joke about…” you reply rather sternly, still looking at a confused filled face. you sighed before getting up from the bed to call one of the nurses in. 

“it seems that he suffered a severe brain injury, hence the foggy memory loss..there isn’t much that we could do but what i may suggest is that, you can show him pictures of significant memories? like a wedding day picture. things that will spark these foggy memories?” the nurse mused before she went to type something on the computer that was in the room. 

your heart sank at the words the nurse said. tears had begun infiltrating the surface of your face. nerves tingle at the thought of everything you built with the man who currently laid in the hospital bed was demolished in his head. as the nurse finished up the hourly report and excused herself, leaving the two of you alone. you sat in one of the empty chairs that was in the room, sitting with your head down and the palms of your hands joining each other resting in your lap. “mrs?” the nurse called out, gaining your attention and you stood up. “we’re gonna run some more tests on him to see if there are any other underlying conditions…if you could, give us a few minutes.” the nurse said rather happily and you took a step outside the room. 

when you took that step outside, everything came crashing down. trying your absolute best to keep your composure in and out of the hospital room finally came undone when you weren’t in the same room with your husband. 

y/N?” a familiar voice exclaimed and wrapped their arms around your shoulders as you blubbered into them. “y/N what happened? is satoru okay?” the man asked and all you did was shake your head and held the man closer and tighter. “kento..satoru—he doesn’t remember me.” you shout into his chest which had already gained a big wet spot in place of your face.

“what do you mean he doesn’t remember you?” he says, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to look at him. "he’s taking tests right now…i can show you after…”

“you’re able to go and visit him again!” another nurse who exited out of satoru’s hospital room beamed with a smile. “come on.” you blurt walking into the room to see satoru sitting down comfortably, taking small sips of seaweed soup. “gojo.” nanami stated, starting satoru from his meal. “woah! nanami you came to see me!—eh that same lady is also here too..”

“that ‘lady’ is your wife satoru.” nanami clarified before taking a steps closer to satoru and his bed. “pft—that’s what they all said too…but i don’t remember having a wife…” satoru side eyed you before looking back at nanami. “she’s out of my league…no ways she would settle for less..” he then added with a breathless sigh.

you stood back, listening to the two exchange words when you heard him saying, “she must be someone elses wife…they hit that jackpot that’s for sure..” and it made you laugh at his words. you knew that this other “man” he could have been thinking of was a actual other man but actually, the man laying in the hospital is the one who hit the jackpot.

excusing yourself and taking a step outside of the room, you brought your phone out and opened the photo app. maybe show him a picture that could spark the memory of you two? and as you scrolled through your ablum of photos with satoru you landed on one that made you unconsciously smile ear to ear.

the photo was when the two of you vacationed in hawaii. the first time the two of you were able to spend time away from work; the first ever stress free vacation. the photo displayed the two of you taking a selfie on the shore line in waikiki. the golden hour of the sun hitting your slightly reddish skin from the sunburn with a yellow hibiscus behind your left ear. satoru holding the phone with the same sly smirk that he always worn whenever he was with you.

could it really work? you thought to yourself as single tears dropped from your eyes to the screen of your phone. clutching the phone close to your heart you collected yourself before walking back into the room.

“satoru?” his name rolled off your tongue smoothly and it caught his attention; you walked closer to him before showing him your phone with the photo displayed on it. “—that’s me…and is that…you?” satoru spoke with confusion in his voice, you nod, “yes that’s me and you…my name is y/N, do you remember what happened during that vacation?” satoru pricked his lips as he looked from the phone back to you, to the phone, back to you and so forth.

“you proposed to me right after we took that photo…” informing him and as he processed your sentence, he lips turned into an o shake. his face heating up and his cheeks became a slight tinge of red. “i…proposed to you? so i am the man who hit the jackpot?” he exclaimed, grabbing the phone from your hand and bringing it closer to his face. doing the same motions of looking from the phone then back to you, repeating.

laughing at his sentence, you nod once more. “yes you are silly. you’re the man who hit the jackpot…” you say as you push loose strands of his white locks behind his ear. “you’re favorite color is green…and you’re allergic to cats..” satoru whispers out, the shock took your breath away. he does remember certain things about you.

“looks like we’re getting him back.” nanami commented, startling you as you forgot he was even in the room with the two of you. “i am gonna be taking care of you…and also helping you restore your memories of us.” you declared as you grabbed one of satorus’ hands and bringing it up to kiss the top side of his hand.

“i l love you, satoru.”

© 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ; do not translate, copy, plagiarize or upload elsewhere!! all content is owned by me unless stated otherwise.

[many-but-one]

I used to think I was endogenic and got hate for it. Then I became exactly like the people that bullied me. Thankfully, I’m not anymore.

So I’m gonna get on here and do one of my rare syscourse posts because I have been seeing an undeniable increase of hatred on my timeline simply because I follow the did/osdd tags.

Those of you that have been around a while and have seen our posts talking about this might recall this, but we used to be very firmly anti-endo. We consider ourselves endo neutral these days mainly because we just don’t care what other people do with their lives and it’s not up to me to fake claim them or tell them how to live their life. People like to be angry at endos for spreading misinfo, when I’ve seen anti-endos do the exact same thing. Quite often, actually.

One of the biggest reasons I was anti-endo was because I was angry. I was angry at the fact that people would claim they created their system for fun when my existence as a system was full of misery and pain. Fun fact, I’m still full of misery and pain, but I was taking it out on people I didn’t even know. I was angry that I didn’t get to choose this and they did. I was angry that they got to “have fun” with it while I suffered. I hated my disorder, I hated my system. I was so angry all the time. I went on rants. I was mean. I was full of hate.

Then as I went through the therapeutic process and learned to not only tolerate but actually love my system despite all of their faults and despite all of the ways the disorder made me miserable, I realized I cared a lot less about endos. It felt less like a slap in the face that they existed. I realized that me being angry was the root of why I disliked them so much. I realized that me being angry and hateful wasn’t actually helping anyone.

However, there’s something else I want to talk about. I’ve mentioned this vaguely from time to time, but I’ve never spoken that deeply about it.

I used to think I was endo. I joined system spaces online for the first time when I was about 16-17 years old. I was the host at that time (Jules, though they have fused with like a bazillion parts since then due to therapy so now I go by Delphine) and I was having experiences of a dissociative disorder. I was dissociative, I was having amnesia gaps, I was hearing voices in my head, and it was the first time I ever had a flashback (though I didn’t really understand that’s what it was at the time.) I met the first parts I ever spoke to directly back then, parts that don’t exist the same way today thanks to healing. S, A, and “The Bad Man” (father introject) were the first three parts that spoke to me. I knew by then I had DID. But I didn’t know my trauma. All I knew was that I may have witnessed some DV when I was really young (couldn’t remember it though, I just knew my mother was severely abused by my father) and that my dad was abusive to me as a teen. I didn’t even consider the fact that I couldn’t remember most of my childhood before the age of 10-11, and everything else in my life was spotty at best. I remembered a lot of my childhood! Or so I thought. I thought my childhood was completely fine except for my dad being a bit of a dick to me when I was a teenager.

So I thought I was endogenic. I knew that I hadn’t created these parts on purpose (though A stole her name from a fanfic I had read a few years prior so I thought that maybe I did make her up) so I thought maybe birth trauma had to do with it (I was born 9 weeks premature) or maybe I had formed my parts way later in life than normal since I’d always been a “late bloomer.” I tried making friends in the system community, to try and understand what was happening to me. I had genuine traumagenic DID, but I didn’t know it. As soon as I said I was endo to anyone I would be met with such extreme vitriol that I was chased away VERY quickly. I was told I was crazy, I was told I was faking a severe disorder for attention, I was told to kill myself, I was told that I am a terrible person and stealing resources from other systems, etc. It was really bad. I never spoke about it again. I deleted my entire system-related online presence. I believed I was a horrible faker, I was crazy, everything.

Meanwhile I was actively having nightmares of witnessing extreme child torture, I was having huge gaps in my memory, I was having random bouts of extreme suicidality and was self harming almost every day. I was dissociating off my ass, I barely even got through my junior year of high school. I missed so much school due to my mental health that the public school system almost took me to court to court-order me to go to school. I didn’t even try to talk about any of this to a therapist or counselor because I was certain that I had been faking the DID and that I was actually just crazy and I didn’t want to steal resources from “actual systems.” I had multiple suicide attempts. I didn’t get help until my school ordered me to go to the mental ward and then was assigned a therapist shortly after. Then I jumped from therapist to therapist, one of which said that I must be bipolar due to my mood swings. I was misdiagnosed as bipolar I for years. Years.

Years that I could have been trying to heal from DID taken from me because I was so heavily bullied for thinking I was endogenic. I was completely convinced I had bipolar and I must have just been having a psychotic episode every time I was hearing voices or acting strangely.

I was diagnosed with DID at age 22, just a month or so shy from my 23rd birthday. I went 6 years thinking I was crazy and delusional because of the system community. The worst part? I let my anger get to me and I became exactly like them. A little less intense, definitely didn’t tell people to kts or call them names or anything, but I was angry. Angry at the fact that I’d been a system all this time, angry that it had affected my life for so long, angry that endos “made a mockery” of what the disorder actually was. Then as mentioned previously, I was able to get over that anger. It makes me incredibly sad that I used to be so vitriolic and bitter and that could have seriously impacted a system who was in the same situation I was.

This is not to say that all endos are actually systems who don’t know their trauma. Some of them are genuinely endo, and I don’t really care about that. However, there is no person on the internet who can truly decipher whether or not an endo is a traumagenic system who just doesn’t know their trauma or who is non-traumagenic. I genuinely thought with my whole chest that I had no trauma and that whatever trauma I might have had was nowhere near serious enough to cause a system, so I must be endo, right?

*Loud, incorrect buzzer noise*

Turns out I have RAMCOA related traumas and my system is made up of thousands of parts. I didn’t just have trauma, I had Trauma. Years and years of extreme and extensive child torture were hidden so well that I couldn’t have even begun to guess that’s what my trauma history was, even after I was finally diagnosed. (Though I should’ve known with how intense our gatekeeper was about never telling me Anything)

Moral of the story here is this:

Please consider that the endos you speak badly about could be traumagenic systems. And you would never know. Behind the screen they could be showing clear signs of a dissociative disorder, but you wouldn’t know unless they specifically described such experiences—and nobody is entitled to hearing about other people’s personal experiences or struggles. I didn’t get the help nor the community I desperately needed back then, a teen who felt like their life was turned upside down and shaken about at all times.

Be kind. Stop hating other people for stuff like this. It matters so, so little in the grand scheme of things. These internet dramas are so chronically online that nobody in the irl world would even begin to comprehend it. It doesn’t matter as much as you think it does. But what does matter is how you treat others, because that sticks with people forever.

That’s all I’ve got. Thank you, everyone.

[nunalastor]

I have been struck by an idea for Angel Alastor AU

*Alastor's POV*

A couple months into his stay in Hell Alastor finds and figures out how deals work, as well as their roll they play in maintaining this realm. He is excited to try it out and finds out he is really good at it. BUT!! After awhile the people he takes under his care collapse into shows of light. He doesn't get it. What is he doing wrong! the only 2 thralls not leaving are Nifty and husker.

Let's see he takes in children and women who did what they had to do to survive. Check! Give them free housing in the forest he grew with his magic. Check!! Employ the women as either teachers/caretakers for the kids or writers for his radio shows. CHECK!!! Basically build and maintain a self sufficient community that doesn't have to worry about the stress of hell while he get to have his fun. Check fucking CHECK!!!!

No matter how many years pass in hell it keeps happening. It's confusing but that's ok, he only did it because all the most respected Overlords of hell run and maintain communities. His new bestie Rosie, Carmillia, Missi Zilla, Zestial and even that pathetic picture Box that got a lucky hit to his forehead with an angelic dagger ( thankfully Alastor bashed vox's face in before he could back up the memory) has one. Well the Princess is opening a hotel i hopes of rehabilitating sinners should be fun. He just hopes that the letters he wrote for Guy, Emily and his Mom and that they forgive him for his selfish acts.

*Heaven's/Micheal's POV*

It has been years since the one so loved by Heaven went missing because of Adam's carelessness when something miraculous starts happening. The souls of women and children damned to Hell start appearing before the high Seraphim Sera. Despite all the struggles the souls went through and endured, they had one thing in common.

Alastor

When Micheal is filled in on what's happening he doesn't rushes to the observation orb within Heavens Court house. With the help of the very souls Alastor redeemed he lays eyes upon his beloved for the first time in years. The sight is both comforting and devastating as Micheal watches Alastor rub at a nasty scar along his temple.

Of course. Everything makes sense now. His beloved wouldn't abandon everyone he loves on a whim. He didn't know it was possible for the love he has held for his deer to grow deeper because even when trapped in hell under the delusion that they're a demon Al still went out of his way to help others. After many apology's to Guy, Emily and Al's Mom for the deceit Sera decides the best course of action going forward is to call a meeting with Lucifer.....OH, Lucifer sent his daughter in his place. WAIT! She's starting up a redemption project that's perfect we can give her support through the search party now led by a talented exorcist by the name of Vagatha And his beloved's best friend Guy who's a detective turned therapist.

Charlie: "wait uncle, you know redemption is possible?"

Micheal: "Well yes, but not how because my boyfriend the saint who figured out how to do so, got trapped in Hell due to a tragic mistake some years ago suffering a horrible head wound. We were finally able to find him but we don't know how much he truly remembers."

*Lilith POV*

Lilith who has spent the last couple of years getting faded off champagne on a beach: "I feel like i'm forgetting something important" -the unopened letters Alastor asked her to deliver sitting at the bottom of her luggage- "If i can't remember, probably not a big deal."

-sleep deprived Anon-

P.S. the thought of Alastor finally finding joy in his after life only to have it be ripped out from under him because he is unintentionally being really helpful is funny and the growing unhinged perspective of Micheal as he searches for his beloved, is absolutely delightful for me

P.S.S. I had to write this down twice so it's a lot longer than it was originally so here's this wall of text-sorry not sorry

👀

[paleprincessturtle]

The Sorrow of Tomorrow Part 2

Part 1 here

She momentarily opened her eyes. Her whole body felt like a wreck. There wasn't one inch of her body that didn't hurt. She blinked, and she looked to her right. Harvey wasn't looking down at her, but his hand was holding hers in a vice grip. She tried to open her mouth, to say something to soothe a visibly upset Harvey. But she couldn't. She heard something about a nurse telling Harvey not to wait outside. She heard Harvey beg to come with her. Harvey's voice was hoarse. Not long after, she felt Harvey's hand loosen on hers. She couldn't hear or feel anything anymore afterward. She succumbed to the darkness once again.

Harvey was waiting in an uncomfortable chair. Head in his hand. He was sobbing. His shoulders heaved as tears now refused to shed. A warm hand touched his shoulder, then sat beside him. He lost track of time. Has it been one hour, two, or five? He refused to look at his wrist. He thought that if he knew how long it had passed and it got more than the nurse said the surgery would be, something terribly wrong must have occurred. So he chose to just look down and bury his head in his hands. Everyone was there in the waiting room. Donna, Jessica, Mike, Rachel, and even Louis looked like he was about to break down himself. She and Louis really shared a lot of things, against all odds. It was now too long for an operation to be, wasn't it? Harvey thought. It shouldn't be this long. He was tired.

He heard the OR doors open. Harvey snapped his head up so fast and stood way faster that he thought he'd collapsed. A visibly tired-looking doctor emerged from the room. Before the doctor had a chance to mutter any words, Harvey was already in front of him. Followed by the others. "How is she?" Harvey said his voice was just above a raspy whisper. "She is fine," the doctor said, as Harvey felt like his knees were about to give up. Thankfully, Mike was right beside him, supporting his weight. "The knife didn't cause any serious damage to her abdominal organs. Alas, we had to remove a small part of her intestine due to the injury. But there is nothing to be worried about. The operation went well, and she's recovering." After the doctor informed them that they could see her in the next 2 hours and excused himself, Jessica came to Harvey as Harvey cried in her arms.

She was in and out of consciousness. What she knew was that she was now in a hospital room. Her body still felt like it was hit by a train. She saw Harvey sitting beside her hospital bed, sleeping. She tried so hard to remember the last piece of clothing Harvey wore because it seemed to her that he was in the same clothing. She moved her fingers. Damn. Everything hurt. She tried again, and she successfully caressed Harvey's hair with her frail fingers. Harvey's eyes snapped open. His eyes finally met the eyes of the woman he loved more than life itself. "Oh God," Harvey whispered. She smiled. Harvey promised himself he wouldn't shed another tear when she woke up. But upon seeing her smile—the smile he hadn't seen in way too many torturous hours—he broke down. He took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. Kissing it as if it were his lifeline. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again." His voice trailed off. "I thought you'd die." Harvey's voice cracked. She couldn't say anything yet; she felt like there were spikes in her throat. She moved her hand, now wiping away the tears on Harvey's cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you like I said I always would." Harvey shook his head, remembering just the freshly happened accident. The pale look on her face, the cold feel on her skin.. Harvey stopped himself from thinking about it all over again. She shook her head weakly. Hesitantly, Harvey leaned closer to her. I kissed her lips softly—oh, so softly. "I love you. I love you so much," he said between kisses. "I'll call the nurse," Harvey said as he jolted out of the room.

"So, how are we feeling, Mrs. Specter?" Doctor Gilmour entered her room as Harvey stopped making jokes about the vending machine down the corridor. She looked at the doctor, confused. Then to Harvey and he just smirked at her. "If you are feeling better, I will discharge you first thing tomorrow morning. Your chart shows good improvement." She almost jumped in bed upon hearing the good news. "I'm feeling better, much better." But it was Harvey who didn't look too happy. "Are you sure she's okay to be discharged? We could definitely stay another few days. Just to make sure." The doctor smiled knowingly at Harvey. "She's showing good progress. In fact, I feel like going home will do her good," the doctor turned at her, "won't it?" She nodded eagerly at the doctor's question. After the doctor excused himself, Harvey sighed. "You don't seem happy that we'll go home," Harvey shook his head. "I'm just thinking about how much rom-com I will have to watch with you for the sake of your recovery once we're home." Harvey faked a forlorn look. "We all know you're a sucker for Richard Gere," she smirked as Harvey laughed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey asked, he sounded almost mad at her. "Umm, taking cold water because I'm parched." She dramatically caressed her throat. "I've told you to stay in bed; if you need anything, ask me. I left you for 5 seconds, and you're already on your feet." Harvey scolded her. He took the water bottle and carried her in his arms. He situated her in their shared bed. Harvey opened the water bottle and handed it to her. She took a big gulp as he watched her. Harvey sat beside her. "I'm meant to take care of it. You're not as much as lifting a finger; you understand me?" Harvey looked at her, face full of seriousness. She smiled goofily at him. "What?" Harvey asked. "You're cute when you're all protective like this," she giggled, stopping herself when she felt pain in her abdomen from the movement. "See?" Harvey hurriedly helped her lay down. He laid beside her, and for some time they just laid down together in silence. "When you are fully healed, I'll tell Jessica I'll be taking 2 weeks off. I want to show you the world." She looked at him in disbelief. "Harvey, you've been working from home for almost a week. You can't take another 2 weeks totally off." She was ready to fight him. He shushed her with a peck on her lips. "You.. Us.. It's more important than work. I felt like I took everything in life for granted. When I thought I'd lose you, I felt like I was about to die myself." She smiled at how Harvey finally talked about his feelings openly. "We'll travel around Europe, just as you always talked about. I'll make your dreams come true." Harvey said against her lips. "You are my dreams come true, Harvey."

MASTERLIST

[hard-core-super-star]

Hey!! How are you? I hope you’re doing well. Since it’s world cup rn, is it okay if I request a Hailee steinfeld x soccer! Player reader? Reader played in England their whole career and got back home to play for L.A. They’re an energetic person, but also really dorky and awkward, especially when they first met Hailee at a party. Reader gets all mushy and blushy around her and Hailee makes first move after one of the reader’s games since the soccer player was so shy to do so. I don’t have any preference for the ending, so you can choose!

Btw, I love your work!!

my thoughts will echo your name [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x soccerplayer!reader

summary: you meet your biggest crush at a party and let her slip past your fingers. thankfully, your feelings aren't as one-sided as you thought.

warnings: none; hailee being a flirt, R trying to match energies (and failing a little); light mentions of being outed; light trauma dump?; me not knowing shit about sports and pretending like i know what im talking about

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: once again, let me reiterate that i know basically nothing about sports, soccer included, but i tried my best and hopefully the descriptions don't feel forced. i do have to admit i loved writing this and you can probably tell by the length. it got away from me a bit by the middle but hopefully its not boring. anywho, thank you for the request, lovely anon. (and for the support) i hope you like it <3

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You weren’t sure how you ended up here.

A casual night out with some of your old friends somehow turned into you being roped into going to a party fit for a famous actress, not a soccer player. Then again, getting to crash Hollywood parties was one of the less well-known perks of the job.

A perk that was beginning to backfire on you.

You don’t know how Zendaya managed to get the information out of you, maybe it was the drinks or the genuine joy of getting to have a conversation that didn’t involve discussing game stats or strategies. You’re not sure how it happened but you somehow let it slip that you’ve always had the biggest crush on a certain Marvel actress who caught your eye the second you walked into this stupidly crowded party.

You thought it was a harmless comment that would stay between two friends but of course, life had other plans. And by life, you meant your 5’10 friend.

You had gone to get another drink from the very inviting bar and by the time you had gotten back to your friend, she was in the middle of a conversation with said crush. You were about to turn around and head the other way when Hailee’s brown eyes met yours once again. Except this time it’s not from across the room.

This time, she’s right in front of you…and you’re definitely about to make a fool of yourself one way or another.

Zendaya notices the way the brunette’s attention shifts toward you and she steps in, giving you no chance to walk away. (You don’t know whether to be upset or grateful about that) She waves you over with a bright smile. “y/n, there you are. Have you two met?”

You shake your head and take the few steps that were left between you and them. You tell yourself the warmth on your cheeks is due to the wine you’ve been drinking and not Hailee’s bright smile. “I haven’t had the pleasure. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally, huh?” She replies with a perfectly arched eyebrow. “I didn’t expect you to be a fan.”

Her words make your blush grow stronger and you’re suddenly incredibly glad for the lack of lighting. You rack your brain for something interesting to say and maybe it’s the drinks or the easy confidence the actress oozes but you end up sounding flirtier than you expected.

“We all need hobbies, right? I hope that doesn’t ruin your opinion of me, though. I’d hate to lose out on my chance for an autograph.”

“Hmm…” You feel weirdly exposed as her eyes trail up and down your figure. “I’ll think about it.”

She doesn’t give you a chance to react, much less reply, and instead walks away to strike up a conversation with someone else. You wait until she’s far enough away before turning to Zendaya with a dumbfounded expression on your face. “Did Hailee Steinfeld just check me out?”

“Yup. And I think she liked what she saw.”

“I’m gonna pass out.” You’re technically joking but you’re pretty sure your legs have turned to jelly from the brief exchange.

“I’m not carrying your drunk ass home if you do,” she replies with a laugh.

“Fake.” You playfully punch her shoulder, which earns you an eye-roll and a glare, before handing her your untouched glass of wine. “I’m gonna get some air.”

She gives you a nod in response and you walk away in search of some privacy to freak out over the fact that you seriously flirted with Hailee. And she...liked it? What were you supposed to do now besides overthink every second of that interaction?

For now, you settle with stepping out onto a somewhat secluded balcony and letting the silence fill your mind instead. You walk over and lean against the railing while your eyes take in the twinkling lights in the distance. You’re in the middle of admitting how much you missed L.A when you hear footsteps approaching. You don’t look to see who it is, assuming it’s a random influencer or something like that.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Your heart skips several beats at the sound of that soft voice. You force yourself to keep your focus somewhere else, knowing the second you look in her eyes you’ll lose the last remaining bits of your calm demeanor. “Yeah, I love being alone while everyone’s in there partying.”

You can feel the warmth of her body as she comes over and leans against the railing with you. You fight back the urge to scoot closer to her.

“I have a song about that.”

“I know.” Your eyes widen once your words catch up to you. “Shit, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”

“Well, you did say you were a fan.” She lets her comment hang in the air and you can basically hear the underlying question she’s waiting for you to answer.

“I, um, I watched Bumblebee right before I was sent over to play for England,” you explain. “Let’s just say it struck a chord.”

You try not to think about the overwhelming loneliness that accompanied you that first year away from home. A loneliness that only got more and more severe when you came out to one of your teammates just for her to out you the second she got a chance to. The mere memory of it makes you shiver.

You can feel her eyes on you. You even catch a small glimpse of the understanding and concern hidden within them out of the corner of your own eye. “Let me guess, you feel like an outsider too?”

“Doesn't everyone?” The question slips out before you can stop it. You don't know why your heart is so insistent on spilling out all its secrets to this warm and ethereal riddle of a woman but you can't find a way to stop it from happening. And maybe you don't want it to.

Maybe a part of you believes you'll find what you've been looking for in Hailee freaking Steinfeld of all people.

“Is that why you came out so soon? To feel less alone?”

You shake your head and force the truth out of your mouth. “No, I, uh…I was outed. My manager said it was better to release a statement myself before the news spread too far but the damage was done. I got shoved out of the closet before I even played a full season.”

“I-”

“Don’t say it. I don't want your pity.”

You fear you've come off harsher than intended when she doesn't reply immediately. You're about to turn and apologize for being a sensitive jerk when you feel her hand brush against yours. You wait with bated breath, almost not believing she’s even real.

But then her hand gently grasps yours and you swear the lights in the distance grow just the tiniest bit brighter.

“It’s not pity, by the way. I’ve been there too.”

That’s all it takes for you to throw caution to the wind and finally turn to face her. You’re almost expecting her to laugh and tell you she was kidding, that despite all the signaling and the hairpin drops, she’s nothing like you. And yet there’s nothing but absolute sincerity in her gaze.

It sort of feels like she’s taking you apart and putting you back together at the same time.

You try to keep your focus on her eyes and not the tiny gap of space between your faces but you fail miserably and sneak a glance down at her lips before you can stop yourself. You’re standing so close together that if you leaned in just a bit more you could-

“y/n! There you are!”

You jump away from Hailee at the sound of another voice, successfully dropping her hand and putting space between your bodies in one move. You’re not sure why you react that way but you do your best to ignore the way your movement wipes that gorgeous smile off of her face.

One of your teammates approaches you, rapidly telling you way too many details about the arrival of another cluster of soccer players. The last thing you want to do right now is walk away from Hailee. Especially after the reaction you just had. But unfortunately, you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Your teammate grabs your arm and starts to lead you away before you can attempt to protest. You turn back to say something, maybe to tell Hailee to come with you or wait for you or anything at all before she slips away, but by the time your eyes are searching for her, she’s already gone.

You swallow down your disappointment and force yourself to smile despite the storm of thoughts brewing inside of you.

You keep your eyes peeled even as you’re pulled from one meaningless conversation to the next, hoping against all reason that you’ll catch a glimpse of Hailee before the end of the night. You don’t get your wish and you do your best to act like it doesn’t bother you when it’s really the only thing you can think about.

You think about it even once you leave the party and go back to reality. A reality you’ve grown to love but find absolutely tiring at the moment. A certain type of tiredness that doesn’t come just from training for hours every day.

You feel borderline insane with how much time Hailee’s been spending in your mind lately but no matter what you do, you can’t shake off the feeling that you messed things up before they even started. It would be so easy to just pick up your phone, go on Instagram, and send her a simple message.

You don’t do the easy thing though and instead, fill your Instagram stories with cryptic song lyrics and game day announcements. You tell yourself you’re doing it because it’s part of the job but you know deep down you’re just doing it with the hopes of a certain brunette stumbling upon your announcements and showing up to your first game back in L.A.

You tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking up until the day of the game. You make a habit of not checking your phone a few hours before you have to be out on the field which means you miss a certain someone’s reply to your story telling you she’ll be cheering you on from the stands.

Despite your lack of knowledge about Hailee’s appearance, the excitement coursing through your veins is palpable from the second you step foot outside the locker room. The chaos that greets you on the field is one you love more than anything else in the world. The ear-ringing cheers, the smell of the grass beneath your cleats, the beautiful L.A sun shining down on you, everything about it makes you feel more at home than ever before.

It’s like your mind turns off and instead allows your body and instincts to take over for the entirety of the match. Time seems to fly by while you’re playing and it’s not until after the game is over (a game your team won by two goals) that you return to yourself. Which more than anything means you manage to catch sight of Hailee right before you head back into the locker room.

You almost think you hallucinated her due to your exhaustion until she walks in a few minutes later. You suddenly understand why your teammates decided to run off to clean up and change on the other side of the room.

That does mean you’re alone with the one person who’s been running through your mind all week…and you look like an absolute mess.

You try to channel the easy confidence you pulled out of thin air the night of the party but your mind goes totally blank and you end up making an awkward joke while wiping the sweat off your flushed face with a towel. “I didn’t know they gave backstage passes.”

She shrugs, clearly amused by your flustered response. “One of the perks of the job, I guess…and my brother knows a guy.”

“Right.” You let out a humorless laugh before burying your face in your towel. “Ugh, can we please just pretend I’m still funny and charming?”

She doesn’t respond and you fear the worst when you hear the sound of footsteps. You don’t realize she’s walking toward you and not away from you until you feel her fingers wrap around your wrists. “I don’t know, I kinda like you like this.”

You groan, feeling your face grow hotter, if that’s even possible. “That’s not helping, Hailee.”

She laughs before pulling your hands down and away from your face. “Are you always this difficult?”

“It’s the trauma,” you reply.

You finally gather enough courage to look up at her and your breath catches in your breath as your eyes meet. That same feeling from your conversation on the balcony creeps up your spine once again.

Hailee looks at you in a way you’ve never experienced before. Like she’s pulling away all the debris you’ve placed in the way of your real self. In the way of your heart. Somehow, she sees past all the bullshit and the excuses, and for some reason, it doesn’t scare you. It excites you more than any soccer game ever could.

You swear she can read minds because the corners of her mouth fully lift up into a breathtaking smile the second that last thought crosses your mind. She leans forward a little. Just enough for you to feel her breath against your lips before she speaks again. “Kiss me.”

She doesn’t need to tell you twice.

You lean forward in an instant and replace the space between you with your lips. The kiss is slow and gentle and full of feelings you can barely comprehend.

A part of you is worried you're feeling way too much way too soon but then you pull away just enough to be greeted by that same smile that stole all your thoughts away the first night. It's a smile that tells you you're not alone.

And it's like you're finally able to breathe for the first time in years.

“I'm gonna go so you change,” she says in a soft voice. “Come find me when you're ready so we can go celebrate. I'll buy you a few drinks.”

“Only if you let me buy you dinner.”

She gives one more quick kiss before stepping back. “Deal.”

You watch her go with the goofiest, most dumbstruck, grin on your face. Hailee Steinfeld will probably be the death of you and you have absolutely no problems with that.

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LaughterLand - Chapter 24: Side-Effects

(story by Mod Secret, art on standby due to technical difficulties)

Before Sans had a moment to even react to Papyrus’s new plan, he found himself unwillingly bouncing along as the younger skeleton stuffed him back into his battle body and began gallivanting further into the jungle.

“Wh-Whoa! Pap! Hold on a second!” Sans’s voiced wobbled along with the rest of his body.

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of it in the first place?” Papyrus was off in his own head again, as the exciting plan unraveled in his mind. “A magical curse obviously requires a magical cure! And I’ve never been anywhere more magical in my life!”

“Magical and also dangerous,” Sans reminded him gently. “We probably shouldn’t mess with anything here unless we know for sure what it does.”

“Well, we already know the rainwater mixing with that red plant caused at least SOME movement,” Papyrus reasoned. “Who knows what else we could discover around here?”

“I don’t know, bro,” Sans replied hesitantly. “With everything that we’ve learned about this place, it doesn’t really seem like anything around here would be willing or able to help us.”

Papyrus stopped, suddenly pulling Sans from his battle body to give him a pitiful look.

“Oh, please Sans?” he implored. “I’ve just got to try and fix this. I know we can find some kind of cure if we just work hard enough!”

Sans instinctively tried to give Papyrus a look of doubt, it was too easy to forget that he still couldn’t control his facial features while still in doll form. But it wasn’t like he could have held it together by the look that Papyrus was giving him. It was the same puppy-dog expression that the younger skeleton always gave him whenever he wanted something from him, but this time there was a hint of remorse in his sockets. Sans could really tell that Papyrus still felt a twinge of guilt for his transformation, and he wanted to make things right by fixing him. The older skeleton let out a deep sigh.

“Ohh … I guess we can at least try a few things and see what happens,” he gave in.

Papyrus’s entire face lit up almost instantly. He gripped Sans tightly in his arms leaping up for joy.

“YES!” he cheered. “Thank you, brother! I promise, the Great Papyrus shall not let you down!”

Sans couldn’t help but giggle at his brother’s childlike reaction, despite being squished within his bony arms.

“Heh, I know you won’t, bro.” Sans’s voice was slightly muffled as he was pressed against his brother’s chest. Thankfully, he was pulled away before actually losing any air.

"Come along, Sans!" Papyrus quickly slipped the doll back into his battle body and trotted along further into the jungle. "We've got ingredients to gather!"

As Papyrus trotted through the oddly-colored landscape like an overly-excited racehorse, Sans's ragdoll body bounced along, uncontrollably banging against Papyrus's collarbone and shirt. While his brother's top didn't offer much friction, Sans couldn't help but let out a stifled grunt whenever he banged up against the hard bones.

"Whoooaoooaooaoaoa!!" His voice warbled up and down as he was needlessly tossed about. "Paaaaaap! Slow dooooown!!"

Papyrus actually did stop for a split-second. Sans felt his brother's chest suddenly contract as he let out a little gasp.

"Sans, look!" the younger skeleton exclaimed.

But Sans couldn't see what he was seeing, his head had face-planted directly into Papyrus's shirt collar.

"Papyrus!"

Sans tried to get his attention, but his voice was muffled by the fabric. He didn't stay that way for long. As Papyrus practically leapt forwards, the force slammed Sans back into Papyrus's collarbone and he unintentionally slid downwards into the battle body.

"Sans! It's perfect!"

Sans felt Papyrus shift as he picked up the thing he was excited about.

"Pap, I can't see any—Whoa!"

Another uncontrollable jolt told Sans that Papyrus had taken off running again. It was clear that the eager skeleton was, yet again, stuck in his own mindset and wasn't really paying attention to his brother's predicament. Though, Sans had to admit, even though he was still being shaken up, being stuck all the way inside the battle body left him less likely to bang around as violently as he had before. So he went along with it, not bothering to tell Papyrus that he couldn't see what was happening.

Papyrus jogged on for a solid ten minutes occasionally stopping to admire something new and scoop it up in his arms excitedly. All the while, Sans was getting more and more curious about what his brother was finding, while still being on the alert just in case he picked up something dangerous.

"Ooh! Look at this!" Papyrus finally stopped in his tracks.

Sans could tell that his arms were packed to the brim with his newfound treasures. His whole body fell against Papyrus's shirt as the younger skeleton leaned forward to put everything down.

"Sans! This will be a perfect place to … Sans?"

As Papyrus stood back up, he finally noticed that Sans had completely disappeared into his battle body. He reached in to pull him out, a perplexed expression crossed his face.

"Brother, were you down there the whole time?"

"Eh, only since the beginning," Sans replied dryly, though the fresh air felt better against his body.

"Well, look what I found!" Papyrus exclaimed turning his brother around. "This place will be perfect for our little setup!"

Sans looked to see that they were standing in front of a large pond, the same clear blue color as the flash flood that had swept through the forest. It was maybe a mile if measured all the way around, Sans could see everything on the other side clear as day. They were still very much in the heart of the jungle as the large treetops still hovered all around them. Sitting right beside the edge of the pond was an abnormally flat boulder where Papyrus had placed all of his findings like a makeshift table. Sans was able to get a good look at everything his brother had found in this strange place.

He recognized the red banana leaf that dyed the murky rainwater the same crimson shade as the leaf it was collected in. Sitting beside it was a huge daffodil flower, the color was correct enough but it's size had almost completely overpowered Papyrus's head. To make matters stranger, there was a deep golden liquid that was dripping from the center of the unusual flower. It has the consistency of syrup and sparkled endlessly in the newfound sunlight. A much smaller leaf was sitting on the other end of the red banana leaf. The leaf itself wasn't that strange, but what was collected inside of the smaller plant was a strange sparkling mud. It was an eggplant color with tiny pieces of what looked like chocolate chips sprinkled in it's folds. Sans deeply hoped that Papyrus wasn't expecting him to eat it. Despite it's bright color, the mud-like texture grossed the older skeleton out.

Another odd-looking plant Sans had noticed sitting near the edge of the boulder was a thick root-plant. The shape reminded Sans of a ginger root, however the colors were as strange as could be. It was an odd zig-zag type of pattern with deep purple, pink and even green hues all mixed together. There was a large bell plant just off to the side of the ginger root. It was nearly the same size as the daffodil, maybe just a half-inch smaller. It was a beige color, but was speckled with deep blue spots. Like the daffodil, it, too, was leaking a sparkling golden substance, only this time it had come in a powder-like form, Sans could see the sparkles blowing away as a light breeze swept in. Finally, sitting on the ground, leaning up against the rock was a coconut. Sans figured that Papyrus must not have been able to sit it on top of the boulder since It kept rolling off. It, too, was off its typical color-model. It was completely white, even down to the little hairs that covered it.

"Wow, you've been busy," Sans said once he was able to look everything over.

"Indeed!” Papyrus agreed.

He gently sat Sans down beneath a tree, leaning him against the trunk so he could still see everything that was happening. As the younger skeleton turned to pick up the coconut, Sans was partially concerned that one of those multi-armed monkeys would swoop in out of nowhere to take him away. At the sudden call of a bird, his eyes shot upwards. But his head wasn't leaning far enough back for him to get a good enough look at the tops of the trees. Keeping his guard up, he glanced over at Papyrus, who had proceeded to use the edge of the large boulder to crack open the white coconut.

"Ooh! Perfect!" he exclaimed.

Inside the coconut was a sloshing green liquid, it, too, sparkled in the sunlight. Sans was beginning to wonder if there was anything in this crazy land that wasn't covered in glitter. Papyrus emptied all the contents of the coconut into one half and left it sitting next to the boulder. He took the other half to the edge of the pond and started filling it up with the cool blue water. Sans noticed that the inside of the strange nut was colored brown, as it was meant to be on the outside. He silently scoffed, knowing that he should have guessed that the colors would be reversed in this weird Wonderland. Sans hadn't even noticed that Papyrus had also gathered a large pile of dry leaves and sticks, until his brother started aggressively rubbing two sticks together in an effort to make a fire.

"I, uh … don't think any of this stuff would make a very good s'more," he teased, watching Papyrus struggle.

After several minutes he sat back up on his knees to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Ooh … I sure wish we had some fire magic right about now." He sighed.

"I wish we had any magic right about now," Sans muttered to himself.

Papyrus kept going, eventually after the third round of dry sticks, a small spark caught in the sunlight, igniting a tiny flame to flicker into the makeshift fire pit. Excitedly, Papyrus lightly blew on the flame, causing it to grow and expand.

"Nice work, bro!" Sans encouraged.

After the fire was secured and burning perfectly, Papyrus quickly took the coconut half with the water and placed it over the fire, it almost reminded Sans of a miniaturized version of Dropwart's bubbling cauldron.

"So … what are we planning on doing with that?" Sans asked curiously.

"I'm gonna make you some tea!" Papyrus replied cheerfully.

Sans gulped; he was afraid that one of these 'cures' was going to involve him ingesting something horrible. By the looks of everything gathered on the boulder, he could tell that this was going to be unpleasant.

"Okay." Papyrus stood up and walked over to where he had placed Sans. "Let's start with one that we are at least partially familiar with."

He picked Sans up and laid him on the ground on his back just a few inches from the boulder. Sans watched as Papyrus picked up the red banana leaf and held it directly over his body. He couldn't help but feel a little intimidated, although he trusted Papyrus with his life, it still wasn't a good feeling knowing that he still couldn't move to defend himself if he needed to. That, mixed with the anxiety of not knowing what any of these 'natural remedies' would do, made him all the more nervous.

"We know that a few drops of this mixture caused you to move at least a little bit," Papyrus continued. "So what will happen if we add the whole thing?"

Sans gulped hard as Papyrus began lowering the tip of the leaf down towards his head.

"P-Pap…," he nervously stuttered. "Hold on, just a sec! We don't know if—"

But it was too late. Papyrus gingerly drizzled the entirety of the murky red liquid all over the doll. He was careful to avoid Sans's eyes, but made sure that every last drop of the strange rainwater had covered him all the way up to his toes. Sans moaned uncomfortably as he felt the cold water immediately seep into his doll body. He hated the feeling of getting wet for absolutely no reason, and with no means to shake himself dry or to even to relive the coldness by wrapping his arms around himself made the whole experience beyond unpleasant.

"Well Sans?" Papyrus asked eagerly after tossing the empty leaf away. "What do you think? Can you move?"

Sans tried focusing his will to move through every possible inch of his body. Feeling nothing but more cold drips of water working into his seams, he wasn't sure if he was truly moving or not.

"I…. I dunno?" Sans replied, still trying to ignore the uncomfortable dampness. "Does it look like I'm moving?"

Moving his eyes to examine Sans, Papyrus noted small spastic movements of his smaller appendages like his fingers and toes. His knees shook a little bit, like they were trying to kick themselves upwards, but overall Sans still laid there without much of a change.

"Well … you're twitching a little bit," Papyrus replied, obviously disappointed with the result. "Darn it, I really hoped that would be enough to at least get you on your feet."

Before Sans could respond, he suddenly felt an old familiar tingling in the joints of his doll body. His knees, neck, and underarms were slowly starting to feel the tickling sensation starting to build. Even his elbows, wrists and ankles were starting to become sensitive to it. Giggles started pouring out of him as the sensation bubbled, reaching the point of being unignorable.

"Hrnnk!! Pffffffft—ahahahahaha! Aheeheeheehee! Oh-Oh nohohoho! Hahahaha! Nohohoho!! Not agahahahahain! Heeheeheehee!"

It was roughly the same ticklish sensation that the falling rain had taunted him and Papyrus with earlier. But with the water being trapped inside his doll body and unable to roll off or be wiped away, Sans was stuck with the sensation swirling around the inside of his sensitive seams.

"Aheeheeheeheehee!! P-Pahahahap!! Hahaha!! Pap hehehelp! It—It tihihihihickles!! Hahahaha!!"

"Oh no!" Papyrus gasped. He couldn't understand why the red rain, which had previously been shown to help Sans with movement, was now displaying the same effects as the regular tickling rain. Papyrus picked up the red leaf again, noticing tiny particles of the sparkling substance that was intermixed with the murky gray rain from earlier.

"Huh … maybe it just didn't marinate long enough inside the leaf?" He wondered out loud. Meanwhile, Sans's laughter was beginning to rise in pitch and grow desperate.

"Heeheeheeheehee!! Who—Who cahahahares?! Hahahaha!! J-Juhuhust make it stahahahahap!! Hahahahaha!!"

Papyrus quickly dropped the leaf and hurried back over to Sans's side.

"Okay! Okay! Um … where is it tickling?"

His tone was breathless and panicked. He wasn't sure how he was going to help Sans, so he tried to get a clearer idea as to where the attack was happening on his brother's doll body.

"Ahahahahaha!! My—My—heeheehee!! M-My underahahaharms!! Hahaha!! And—And my kneeheeheeheehees!! Ahahaha!!"

It was so hard for Sans to enunciate while he was being tickled, he didn't want to force himself to explain anymore, he just wanted the horrible sensation to stop.

"Ahahaha! Ihihihihit...It's getting my neheheheheck tohoohoohoo!! Ohohoho gahahad!! Ahahahaha!!"

Sans desperately wanted to scrunch his body up. He doubted it would do anything to stop the tickling rainwater, but he craved to have his ability to physically vent back.

"Okay … is there anywhere that it ISN'T tickling?" Papyrus asked nervously.

"PAPYRUHUHUHUHUS!!" Sans wailed, not wanting to think anymore about his predicament.

"Sans, just tell me, it might give me a clue," the younger skeleton implored.

"Ahahahahaha!! My—My-heeheeheehee!! M-My fahahahace?! Ahahahaha!!" Sans spluttered frantically.

He didn't know why he blurted out that particular body part. Although it was true, he knew he could have chosen a place on him that was more susceptible to tickling, like his feet.

"Face, huh?" Papyrus wondered out loud. "Okay … let's expand on that with a mud mask!"

He quickly reached for the leaf that held the eggplant-colored mud inside. Dipping two fingers in, he scooped up a generous amount before suddenly smearing it all over Sans's face.

"AAGHAHAHAHAHA!! P-Papyruhuhus!! Stahahahap it!!"

Besides the shock of the cool mud abruptly coating his face, he felt the disgusting gritty texture of the strange sapphire rocks starting to scrape against his cheeks. It was an unpleasant sensation mixed in with the tickles that had still not let up on his joints. Papyrus finished painting Sans face before quickly rubbing the remaining residue off onto the ground. He looked at Sans hopefully, suddenly noticing that his laughter was beginning to die down.

"Sans? Is it working?" He asked, his voice sparked with optimism.

"I-I-heeheehee.... I thihink so, heheheheh!" Sans too began to notice that his laughter was faltering, as were the tickling sensations.

At last, he breathed out steadily. He couldn't believe that a strangely-colored mud mask had been the solution to end that ticklish trial. He had gotten used to the coldness, as well as the gritty texture, but he couldn't help but notice his cheekbones starting to feel tight. He was grateful that the tingling had faded from the rest of his body, but he wasn't liking the odd sensation that the mud was giving his face.

"Hey! I think you just blinked!" Papyrus exclaimed, he was certain that he could see his brother's facial expression starting to change for the first time since he had been transformed.

"Really?" Sans eagerly willed his sockets to blink and tried to move the corners of his mouth again. Sure enough, his sockets managed to close and open again, and he could feel that he was back in control of his face.

Papyrus beamed upon seeing Sans being able to control his face again, he was confident that this mud mask was the cure they were looking for.

"Sans! You can move your face! I just knew we would…." He suddenly trailed off as he noticed something odd.

Sans face was moving, but upon a second look Papyrus realized that it was also beginning to swell. He blinked several times trying to understand what was happening. He had seen facial swelling on Undyne from when she had disturbed a nest of irritated Migosps. But facial swelling on a skeleton was impossible since they lacked the skin to do so. He didn't know if this was the further result of Sans being trapped in a doll body, but his face was starting to grow and expand until his head looked as though it were inflating like a balloon.

"Uh … P-Pap?" Sans stuttered as he felt the tightness in his face expanding. "Why does … my face … feel weird?"

He struggled to get the words out as his cheeks puffed up, squishing the corners of his mouth. Papyrus was at a complete loss for words. His jaw practically fell to the floor as he watched his brother's entire head grow bigger and bigger. He almost swore that he could hear the sound of air being pushed into Sans's skull.

As the mud effortlessly slid off of the older skeletons's bulging face, he suddenly realized that gravity no longer had an effect on him. Within moments, his inflated head was beginning to drift upwards, taking his still-lifeless body along with it.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!! Pap! Papyrus!! What's happening?! HELP!!"

Sans was thrown into an immediate panic as he felt his body starting to lift off the ground. With no means to grab onto anything or to stop his head from turning into a giant balloon, he let out a terrified yell for help.

"Oh no!! SANS!!"

Snapping out of his horrified trance, Papyrus leapt towards his brother. He quickly grabbed ahold of the doll's feet, immediately anchoring it back down to the ground. Papyrus managed to keep him secured there for only a moment before a strong pull against gravity began forcefully lifting them both towards the sky. Sans's skull was still inflating with the unseen helium, he could feel his nonexistent facial muscles stretching thin with every passing second as his head continued to expand. He let out a panicked yell before willing his face to remain still, suddenly afraid that he could potentially pop his own skull.

"Whoa!! Hey!! Get back down here!!"

Thinking quickly, Papyrus released one of Sans's legs to reach out to grab the flat boulder still containing his collection of ‘cures’. He strained as Sans's ballooned skull began pulling him harder and harder towards the sky. His fingers slipped dangerously close to the edge, he knew he wouldn't be able to hang on for much longer. Desperately, his sockets darted across the top of the stone, frantically scanning each and every item, hopeful that something useful would catch his eye. As the brotherly balloon pulled him just an inch away from the edge, the younger skeleton made a blind grab for what was the closest to him before being abruptly yanked away from the ground.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Papyrus wailed as he and Sans practically rocketed into the air.

It took no time for them to ascend above the colorful treetop as Sans's head continued to inflate. Papyrus looked down at his fist to realize that he had grabbed the large bell plant that had been leaking the strange golden powder from its center. Unsure of what else to do, Papyrus yanked his arm up, hoping to spread some of the bell plant's powder onto Sans's enlarged head. But a sudden gust of wind changed the trajectory of the dust's course, causing the glittering powder to completely splatter all over Sans's ribcage.

As the wind started to blow them away from the pond, Papyrus could hear a strange crackling sound. He looked up to see the dust on Sans's ribs starting to fizzle and burst like odd popping candy. Sans felt the corners of his mouth instinctively starting to turn up. Despite him being too fearful to move any part of his face, he couldn't help but let out a subtle snicker. The sensation of the sizzling powder gave off a sharp tickling sensation, and before he could convince himself to ignore it, he burst out laughing.

"AAGH!! AHAHAHAHA!! OH NOHOHOHO!! NAHAHAT AGAHAHAIN! AHAHAHAHA!! P-PAHAHAP! HAHAHA!! PAP HELP!! IHIHIHIT-HAHA!! IHIHIT'S TIHIHIHICKLING!! HAHAHA!!"

Papyrus had shut his eyes, too fearful to look down and see how far off the ground they had risen. But once he noticed that the air around them had become unnaturally still, he peeked open one socket, realizing that the two of them had completely stopped ascending into the sky. In fact, it was safe to say that Papyrus could sense Sans's body starting to gently descend back down towards the treetops. It was slow and steady; if Papyrus had kept his sockets shut he wouldn't have been able to tell. But sure enough, the jungle started to grow closer and closer the more gravity took hold.

The strange glittering powder continued to crackle along Sans's ribs, eliciting sharp squeaks and inhales from the laughing skeleton. More than anything, he wanted Papyrus to help brush off whatever cursed ‘cure’ he had placed on his vulnerable ribcage, but he was becoming too hysterical to enunciate. In an effort to get his brother's attention, Sans took in a sharp breath and held it, trying his best to block out the sensation of the popping dust.

Papyrus suddenly noticed that they had stopped floating down, and were now practically frozen in midair just barely above the trees. Subtly panicking, Papyrus kicked his legs in an effort to try and get them to continue the journey downwards, but nothing he tried would get them to budge. His mind raced, trying to both come up with a new solution, as well as try to figure out what had made them stop. A muffled squeal from Sans gave him the answer.

Sans's laughter was the key! The more the older skeleton laughed, the further down they dropped. Almost like he was letting the hot air out of the balloon that his skull had become. But now that he was purposefully holding back, they had completely stopped. Papyrus feared what would happen if they stayed like this; a strong enough breeze could completely blow them off course, sending them further into this maddening place. He had to get his brother to laugh again. He glanced up to Sans's doll body, to his horror, the effects of the crackling powder were beginning to fade. He realized he had no choice.

"Ohh … sorry, Brother," Papyrus muttered.

He reached his free hand up towards Sans's ribs and began to desperately scribble his fingers. Sans burst out laughing in an instant.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! P-PAPYRUHUHUHUHUS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOING?! STAHAHAHAHAP!!"

As much as it pained Papyrus to force his brother to laugh like this, he gasped with joy when he realized that they had resumed floating down towards the ground.

"AHAHAHA!! PAPYRUHUHUHUHUHUHUS!!" Sans wailed, the sensory overload from his inflated face and the torturing of his ribs leaving him completely oblivious to what was happening around them.

"Sorry, Sans!" Papyrus repeated louder over his brother's laughter. "I promise, this is for your own good!"

With Papyrus speeding the process along, it took less than a minute for the pair to finally reach the ground. Papyrus collapsed onto the grass, practically rolling around in it with relief. In the process of at last regaining gravity, the younger skeleton had released Sans, leaving his doll body to flop down just a few feet from the edge of the pond.

"Oh my goodness!" Papyrus breathed out. "I was so afraid we were going to float all the way back to that Haunted House or … Sans?"

Papyrus's relief quickly turned to worry when he saw Sans's doll body. The powder had, at last, ceased its effect on him, but the older skeleton was far too quiet considering what had just happened. Getting up to get a closer look, Papyrus's soul just about leapt clear out of his ribcage — the doll's body was missing a head!

"SAAAAAAAAAAANS!!"

Papyrus's terrified screech echoed through the jungle causing a ruckus of wild animals to scurry away in fear. In a blind panic, Papyrus began searching all over the ground for his brother's missing head. He checked over every rock and stray branch, even diving head-first into the cool blue water thinking that it possibly sank to the bottom of the pond. After resurfacing, Papyrus splashed around, sockets scanning the tiny waves he made in the water.

"Don't worry, Sans! Don't worry!" he fretted manically. "I'll find your head, I promise! It's gonna be around here somewhere!"

"Bro?"

A squeaky little voice immediately snapped Papyrus out of his blind panic.

"Papyrus? What the heck are you screaming about, bro?"

The sound came from the edge of the pond, Papyrus's face snapped towards the noise, half-expecting to find a floating doll head. Instead, the sound was coming directly from the doll's body. A tiny Sans was emerging from right out of its shirt. He was no longer a doll, but had instead shrunk to the size of an inch.

"What even happened, Pap? Didn't you hear me screaming at you?"

His voice was high-pitched and squeaky, but Papyrus didn't care one bit. A mixture of relief and elation poured into his bones as he scrambled back to shore, beyond grateful to see his brother alive and — for the most part — unharmed.

"Sans!! You're okay!!"

Sans blinked in utter confusion, at last noticing his brother's sudden change in height.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, a rush of fear hitting him as Papyrus charged towards him. "What happened to you?! Why are you so HUGE?!"

"Uh…." Papyrus's face sank. He wasn't sure how to tell Sans that it wasn't him that had changed shape.

The sudden shift in his brother's expression caused Sans to pause. At last he took a look at the world around him. The trees now looked like they could reach over the top of Mt. Ebbot. The pond now looked to be the size of an ocean the way it stretched out before him, now the other side looked like it was an entire world away. He could no longer see over the top of the flat boulder, as it now towered over him like an enormous building. But it wasn't until he turned to see the remains of his former doll body behind him that it finally sunk in … he had shrunk!

"WHOA!! WHAT THE—?! WHAT IN THE STARS?!"

Sans scrambled back so hard he fell backwards onto his tailbone. A series of stuttering exclamations spilling from his teeth as his eyes darted around his now enormous surroundings.

"What happened?!" he finally squeaked. "Look at me! I'm the size of an ant!"

"Well, I mean … it's not really THAT terrible…," Papyrus gently offered, a hand reaching to rub behind his skull. "I think you're more-so the size of a mouse actually."

"Papyrus!" Sans wailed, gripping onto his skull with both hands. "That isn't helping! You gotta get me back to normal!"

“Alright, alright! Hang on a second!”

Papyrus rushed back over to the boulder, quickly grabbing the abnormally large daffodil. Trying to contain the syrupy sparkling liquid that was still oozing out of its core, Papyrus carefully took it back to Sans, surprising the older skeleton by abruptly yanking away the decapitated doll body and setting the leaky daffodil down in front of him. The sight of the sparkling syrup immediately made Sans begin to cower. Still sitting on the ground, he quickly tried to squirm himself away from the gigantic plant.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What are you gonna do with that?!” His voice came out sounding squeaky and terrified.

Not even fully registering his brother’s fearful tone, Papyrus carefully dipped a finger into the glittering liquid, scooping out a decent amount before holding it up to the now trembling Sans.

“Don’t worry Sans, I figured it out!” Papyrus assured him, holding up a hand to stop his brother from scooting back any further. “We went for your head last time and that didn’t work. So this time … we go the opposite direction!”

Without any more warning, Papyrus abruptly spread the golden syrup onto Sans’s kicking feet. The liquid was unusually warm and sticky, Sans winced with disgust as he felt the disgusting substance seep between his toes.

“Aaaagh! Ew! Papyrus!!” he squeaked. He wanted to rub his soles into the dirt, but didn’t want to risk anything else getting stuck to them.

“Okay, so it’s not tickling,” Papyrus analyzed out loud. “I think we might be on the right—”

Papyrus was cut off as Sans’s feet suddenly grew to their regular size again. This would have been exactly what the two of them had hoped for … had it not been for the rest of Sans’s body remaining miniscule. Sans let out a squeaky growl, he tried to give Papyrus a frustrated glare, but he couldn’t see over the top of his now overly-sized feet. Papyrus, immediately sensing Sans’s disapproval, looked away timidly.

“Um … well…,” he muttered. “I mean … it could be a lot worse….”

WHOOSH!!

In an instant, Sans’s ankles felt an intense itching sensation. The itching soon sprouted into an odd cluster of fluffy white feathers that sprung up from his ankle bones and surrounded his feet like a lion’s mane.

“Papyrus!!” Sans immediately blamed the cruel transformation on his brother’s ironic choice of words.

“W-Well…,” Papyrus stammered, the beginning of a bright orange blush starting to form on his cheeks. “That’s not … too bad?”

A sudden breeze blew through the feathery mane. Before either skeleton had a chance to form a reaction, the feathers moved on their own, curling in on themselves to flitter and swipe against Sans’s over-sized feet.

“EEEEHEEHEEHEEK!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! P-PAPYRUHUHUS!! SHUT UHUHUHUHP!! HAHAHAHA!!” Sans shrieked, frantically clawing at his ankles.

Papyrus yelped in surprise at the feathers suddenly moving on their own. Once he realized what they were doing to Sans, he quickly ran back to the boulder. Rapidly running out of ingredients, Papyrus grabbed the first thing he saw; the coconut half that contained the slushy green liquid.

He made a mad dash back over to Sans, but quickly lost his footing and tripped, accidentally spilling the entire green solution onto Sans. Sans shrieked in surprise from the sudden splash of cold liquid consuming his entire body, but thankfully this put an end to the tickling feathers just as quickly as it had started.

Papyrus spat out a mouthful of dirt that had accidentally gathered in his jaw. He quickly got up to dust himself off when he heard Sans’s panicked voice.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my—Papyrus? PAPYRUS!!”

“Sans, it’s okay. I didn’t get hurt,” Papyrus assured, still brushing dirt off of his front.

“PAP! HELP!!” Sans yelled, his voice suddenly returning to its normal pitch.

Papyrus gasped once he finally looked up. Sans’s head, arms and legs had grown back to their normal size, but his entire midsection had blown up like a balloon. It was akin to when his head had inflated, only this time it was much MUCH bigger. At first Papyrus feared that Sans was going to take off into the sky again, but this time the inflated part of Sans’s body flopped around on the ground, almost acting like a gigantic water balloon.

“Oh no!” Papyrus shrieked, rushing to Sans’s side. “Sans are you alright?!”

“Dude, I’m a giant beach ball! What do you think?!” Sans snapped back, careful to not flop around too much, as he had no control over where his uninflated body part would land.

“Okay, okay…,” Papyrus replied, now with a tone of panic. He quickly moved over to Sans’s side. Sans leaned his head as far as he could to try and see what his brother was planning next.

“Bro! What are you doing?” he asked nervously.

Papyrus readied himself, he was hopeful that this would be the same situation as when Sans’s face had become a giant balloon.

“It’s okay Sans, all you have to do is laugh, and then you’ll deflate,” he explained breathlessly.

“Wait what?!” Sans exclaimed, suddenly trying to flail his arms away uselessly.

Without waiting for a proper reaction, Papyrus immediately dug his scribbling fingers into the side of Sans’s bulbous body. But to his utter shock, the tickling sensation was redirected to the side of his own body.

“NYAAAAGHAHAHA!! WHAT—WHAHAT THE—?!”

Completely startled at this, Papyrus jumped back away from Sans, gripping at his sides defensively.

“What?! What happened?!” Sans asked nervously. Fearful of what could possibly be worse than this predicament he found himself in.

After rubbing the tingles out of his body, Papyrus curiously poked into Sans’s ribs, jumping back in startlement as the sharp tickling sensation once again redirected onto his own ribs.

“This is so strange!” he replied, sounding flabbergasted. “When I go to tickle you, the sensation gets passed on to me!”

Sans’s sockets widened at this information. A subtle smirk spread across his face as he was reminded of when Papyrus got after his ribs while he was still being affected by that popping dust.

“Oh really?” he replied, a cocky smirk decorating his tone.

Papyrus gulped, he knew exactly what that tone meant.

“Sans … no! Don’t you dare! Don’t you even—NYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Sans’s arms scribbled and dug into his own ribcage, it was the only part of his he could actually reach, but it was more than enough to get a reaction out of Papyrus. The younger skeleton clutched onto his unbearably ticklish ribs, doubling over with laughter and nearly collapsing to the ground.

“NYAHAHAHAHA!! S-SAHAHANS STAHAHAP IT!! AHAHAHA!! AGH! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT!! AHAHA!! I-I MEHEHEHEAN IT!! STAHAHAHAP!!”

“No way! This is too much fun!” Sans teased. He tried to reach up to tickle other places, but working around his enormous body was proving to be too much of a challenge, so instead he kept his fingers tickling around the ribs.

“SAHAHAHAHANS!! HEEHEEHEEHEE!!” Papyrus finally fell to his knees, totally weak from laughter.

He glanced up to notice the water in the other half of the coconut starting to boil over the fire. It was finally ready to be made into tea. He slapped his hand into the dirt in an effort to show Sans he was ‘tapping out’.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” he begged. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!! IHEEHEE’M SERIOUS!! AHAHAHA!!”

Sensing his brother’s sincerity, Sans lifted his fingers off of his ribcage.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded. “But seriously now … how are we gonna fix this?”

Panting lightly, Papyrus pulled himself up and wandered back over to the fire. Sans watched as his brother used another, much smaller boulder to crush the strange-looking ginger root into a paste. Papyrus gingerly poured the squished root into the boiling water, using a stick to stir the contents together. Using the two empty banana leaves like a pair of oven mitts, he grabbed ahold of the coconut, taking it off the fire and gently blowing on it to cool it down.

“Alright, I think it’s ready!” Papyrus eagerly announced once he sensed the concoction had cooled down.

Sans cringed as Papyrus brought over the muddy-looking brew. It smelled so much like wet dirt, the last thing he wanted was to taste the foul-looking tea.

“Ugh … do I have to?” he groaned.

“Come on Sans, do you want to be a water balloon forever?” Papyrus reasoned.

Sans gritted his teeth in response, but Papyrus continued to push the coconut half closer towards his mouth. Knowing he didn’t have any other option, Sans let out a ragged sigh before opening his mouth to receive the warm murky liquid.

Tears gathered in his sockets almost immediately. It was just as bad as he thought it was going to be. Bitter and earthy, with a dirty gritty texture that nearly caught in his throat. Thankfully, Papyrus only made him drink about half of the disgusting tea before pulling it away. Sans coughed and swallowed hard in an effort to hold back a gag.

“Well? Anything?” Papyrus asked nervously, unsure of what to expect next.

“You mean besides the urge to puke?” Sans answered sarcastically.

He could suddenly feel his body starting to tremble, a direct contrast to the warmth of the liquid that had just entered his body. Harder and harder, his bones shook and rattled, it felt as though he were trapped inside a violent earthquake, but the shaking was only coming from him.

“Whoa! Whoa! What’s happening?! What do I do?!” Papyrus panicked, nearly dropping the coconut containing the tea.

Sans shut his sockets tightly, praying for a brief end to this shaking nightmare. In what felt like lightning striking his body, Sans felt a thunderous rush of wind come crashing down on his head, along with sharp scratches and brisk brushing sensations all along his face and body.

Once it was all over, everything was deathly still. His body had stopped violently shaking, and somehow he had managed to get back onto his feet. But he was still too terrified to open his sockets, utterly fearful of what could have possibly happened next.

“D-Did it … work?” he stammered nervously.

“Um … not exactly!”

Papyrus’s voice was tiny, suddenly sounding far away. Sans became utterly confused … was his brother’s voice coming from … below him? He opened his sockets and looked down. He saw Papyrus, all of a sudden his brother was tiny! The younger skeleton gazed up at him while standing right next to his feet.

At first Sans was certain that Papyrus had somehow managed to shrink himself. But after realizing that he was standing amongst the top of the trees, he realized the awful truth…he had grown to be the size of a giant!

“Well…,” Papyrus shouted up at him. “At least you’re not a balloon anymore!”

Sans slapped his enormous hand over his eyes, completely exasperated with this entire experiment.

“Oh … this is the worst day of my life!” he groaned loudly, the vibration of his voice shaking the trees around him.

Papyrus gazed up sadly at his brother, feeling immense guilt for having put Sans through this awful ordeal. He only wanted to help him get out of the doll body, but he never figured that messing around with all of this unpredictable magic would bring his brother this much grief. He sighed deeply, knowing that there was only one way to make it up to him.

“Correction, Brother!” Papyrus called before finishing off the last of the disgusting murky tea.

Just as Sans had done before him, Papyrus trembled and shook, gritting his teeth as he felt the effects of the potion vibrating his entire system. In an instant, Sans jumped back in startlement, as his younger brother’s height practically exploded over the top of the trees. In a matter of moments, Papyrus stood next to him, now both of them towering over the colorful jungle below.

“It’s the worst day of OUR lives,” Papyrus concluded.

[nervouscupcakeinspace]

BTS FIC RECS (PART 10)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

blood orange by seokabunny *

“We should’ve held you off from it longer, huh? You got to it so early. Everyone else had to wait.” Hoseok’s voice is buzzing warm and sweet in his ear. “Taehyung and Jimin were twenty-three. Jin-hyung was twenty-seven for his first time.” Jungkook’s drooling, slack-mouthed over the hinge of Hoseok’s shoulder. He can smell the dried sweat all over his pretty, tanned skin. “Hyuuung—” “You were twenty-one, baby. None of the others got it that young.”

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

baby by feraljk *

Jungkook wanted Namjoon to be his leader for life—not just on stage, not just at work, not just anything. Every day, every hour, every minute, he wanted Namjoon to be his sun.

begotten by macabre

Jeongguk was ready to start his family. With or without the man of his dreams.

soft skin, soft eyes by babiestbat *

Yoongi hums, tilting his head. “I bet Jungkook would be up for it,” he considers, swirling the rest of his whiskey around in his glass. “He’s really into being eaten out.” Namjoon’s glass slips out of his hand. Thankfully, he’s sitting on the floor, and the glass just bounces a little before settling. “What?” he says. Yoongi laughs brightly, gums on display. “Aish, don’t look at me like that. He likes it a lot! And you know he thinks you’re hot,” he goes on. (Namjoon does not know that, and he feels faint at the thought.) “He’s already seen you at your worst, you could sneeze into him and I’m pretty sure he’d just laugh it off. He’s a perfect first, too. He likes just about everything.” *** Namjoon's never eaten someone out. Yoongi knows the perfect candidate.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

HGU by sseoltangie (WIP) *

Disaster strikes and as a consequence, Jungkook lands himself in prison. But he's tough—all he has to do is survive the next months. At least that's what he thinks. Until he becomes the cellmate of attempted murder convict Yoongi.

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Come feed the rain by vminkookminv

Jungkook gets teased by his classmates a lot for being a pissbaby. Jimin finds out why.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Lost in the Lights by mangust_d

Alphas around the world are losing their knots due to a mysterious illness. Hoseok convinces Namjoon to try one last thing before he succumbs to a sad, knotless life: visiting an alphas-only club.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Divine and Raw by anon1792 *

It starts, as these things are wont to, with an offhand comment.  Yoongi, in Namjoon’s old don’t be a prick cactus sweatshirt from an adolescent trip to the US with its stretched loose wrist-holes pushed up to reveal his pink elbows, half asleep and half scrolling through his phone while Namjoon works on his dissertation, mumbles, “If you get tested tomorrow, I’ll let you raw me.” Namjoon stumbles and slams his chin so hard into the coffee table, he sees stars.

If Nice Guys Finish Last, Meet Me in the Back by NinjasWearSneakers *

Namjoon has been secretly in love with his best friend Yoongi for years, so he’s familiar with the pain of watching him date other people. Now, Yoongi is getting married, and Namjoon is his best man, so he’s been trying very hard to prepare himself for the pain of that whole ordeal. However, something much more painful happens instead, leaving Namjoon to try to help Yoongi pick up the pieces.

Just Got the Taste For It by deepslowpanic *

“Maybe that guy just wasn’t your type, Namjoon,” Yoongi says after a few moments of quiet, That could be true. The guy was cute, but he wasn’t exactly what Namjoon thinks he’s looking for. Though he’s not entirely sure what that is, not sure about his type, or quite how to figure it out. “Thanks, hyung.” “Of course,” Yoongi says. “I’m here to guide you on your baby bi journey. I’m like your spiritual guide.” Namjoon snorts. “To what?” “The prostate, obviously.” -OR- Newly out as bisexual, Namjoon is trying to figure out his type and exactly what he’s looking for. But every interaction with his (kind, patient, pretty) roommate pushes Namjoon closer to thinking he might already know…

whoopsie daisy, never knew that was your boo, baby by rayfelle *

Not knowing how to respond to this sudden possible courting situation, Seokjin shuffles away to continue his shopping. Was it a courting gift? Seokjin has never met the human man, but it’s not like that matters much to wolves. Do humans operate the same way? But the human offered him food, which points towards courtship. Once back home Seokjin tries to google his questions, like his coworkers often recommend he does. Google, sadly, does not help at all. (or: a human starts courting Seokjin in the middle of a supermarket - he is determined to do his very best in return while Yoongi has no idea what he has just started)

Garden of Eden by sseoltangie

"But how can we…" Yoongi continued, whispering, scared to burst the bubble, scared Namjoon would leave as soon as he’d spoken the words. “When we’re both omegas.”

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

driving getaway by silklace

“I’m not upset.” Seokjin nods. “I can tell by the way your face is all red. And blotchy.”

is this love? by sweetbubble3

four months after breaking up, yoongi logs into his and jin’s stardew valley co-op farm only to find that jin has been playing without him.

love you snow much by caprikoya *

Seokjin stomps into the chalet and shucks off his coat and boots at the door, cheeks and nose burning with the cold. When he throws open the door to the bedroom, Yoongi sits up from where he’s still cocooned in the duvet on the bed. “Did you win?” He asks, blinking blearily at Seokjin with his eyes still puffy from sleep. Seokjin doesn’t answer, because Yoongi knows that solo snowboarding is not a sport that you can win at, and is just being a little shit. Seokjin’s heart swells– he’d missed Yoongi having the energy to be annoying. To show his affection, he climbs onto the bed and sticks his freezing hands down the back of Yoongi’s shirt. Yoongi shrieks like some kind of bird of prey, and then promptly bites Seokjin on the arm. -or- After a long busy period at work keeps them away from each other, Seokjin and Yoongi take a vacation.

SEALed With a Kiss by deepslowpanic (WIP) *

“We’re mates,” Yoongi says simply. “We’re married now, you put my coat around me. Now you’re my husband.” “I -” Seokjin cuts himself off. He feels insane, all of this is insane. It doesn’t make sense, there’s no way Seokjin is suddenly married to a - a - seal? “That’s not how human marriage works,” Seokjin says finally, voice cracking a little. “You can’t just say we’re married.” “Why not?” Yoongi does not seem deterred at all. “That doesn’t matter. Humans are stupid anyway. But you’re hot and you smell nice. You’ll be a good mate. With your broad shoulders, your swimming abilities must be admirable. And you can fish, a provider.” He nods, as if this is all settled. “So you’re my husband.” -OR- Burned out from work, famous YouTube chef Seokjin heads to winter-quiet Jeju to escape for a while. His only goals are to relax, and try to find his spark again. When he rescues a naked man on the beach, Seokjin couldn’t have predicted what he was in for. But an accidentally acquired husband in the form of soft, impish selkie Yoongi might be just what Seokjin needs.

Big things come in small packages by teamkimseokjin (closetfairy) *

Seokjin discovers a new kink when he sees Yoongi rubbing his little round belly after a big meal. Okay, so maybe it's a little more than just a kink..

somebody does love (but i'm thinking `bout min yoongi) by missandrogyny *

One thing that Seokjin’s learned after knowing Yoongi for so long is that if he doesn’t want to talk about it, he really doesn’t want to talk about it, and he’ll do anything and everything to dodge the conversation. It’s why it’s so frustrating to deal with him sometimes; he never wants to talk about things, and if Seokjin’s being honest, he too doesn’t want to talk about things, which means that it’s highly possible for the both of them to just exist beautifully in Not-Talking-About-Things harmony. Hoseok and Namjoon have told them repeatedly that it isn’t healthy or mature for them to be acting like this, which is why Seokjin, being the older one, is out here trying his best. But Yoongi is stubborn on good days and a downright pain in the ass on bad ones, and after three more times shooting down Seokjin’s attempts to talk about it, Seokjin decides to do what any self-respecting man would: He talks to his girlfriend about it. (Or: College AU where Yoongi writes an unhinged pining song, and Seokjin just can't get it out of his head.)

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

i wish you would by lessisabore

alone in his mountain cave, a dragon pines for his human ex-boyfriend

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

count on me by yeoboluvr

scoring highly on the submissive rating was supposed to guarantee a life of being dommed and pampered. for jungkook, it meant suppressing his instincts, fighting his body, and hiding from his hyungs.

Echoless City by mangust_d (WIP) *

On the same fateful night, Yoongi goes missing during a covert operation, and an injured hybrid is found fleeing from his handlers. Compassion is a luxury afforded to few, but who could resist a bunny in distress? OR: The story of how Seokjin tried to carry the entire world on his broad shoulders and failed miserably.

wisteria by feraljk (WIP) *

Hoseok had gone through four foster packs in the past twenty-two months, and, with two months before he would be sent away for good, he was being given to a fifth. He tried his best to not go soft when he knew it would all be taken away, but even a feral omega latches on to the feeling of home.

Lost Under the Moonlight by ArianneMaya (WIP) *

After being accused of something he didn’t do, Jimin discovers he’s a wolf shifter and is put into the Shifter Reintegration Program. On paper, the program is intended to give ‘unconscious shifters’ in the carceral system a chance at a better, healthier life. In practice, for an unpresented omega like Jimin, it means being handed over to a pack who wants to bitch him. No matter what the program entails, the Bangtan pack wants a new packmate, not a slave. And after running his whole life, Jimin might just find somewhere to call home. That is if he can bring himself to trust them.

dwell by macabre (WIP) *

The pit was the worst prison alphas could be sent to. It was a place to die with no hope, no dreams, no sun. Just a pit so deep in the earth it might as well be hell. Then, an omega is sent down as a prisoner. For the first time ever. Into an ecosystem already designed to eat itself alive.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

daffodils by feraljk (WIP)

Some submissives could live by themselves, could take care of their own spacing and dropping and eating and everything else, but Jungkook - he wasn’t like that. He was weak, his family had always told him so. And now, breaking down in front of a strange dom in a bathroom while he was at work, he’d proved them right.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

You Really Float My Boat by deepslowpanic

“Hoseok-ah? Yoongi whips his head to the side, staring at his husband in confusion. “What?” “Hi, Seokjin hyung,” Hoseok says, voice sweet as honey. “Hi, Yoongi hyung.” “Hello Seok-ah,” Yoongi rasps. When he turns his head, Seokjin is staring at him. “You know Hoseok?” Seokjin asks. Yoongi nods. “I know Hoseok.” he blinks. “You know Hoseok?” Seokjin nods back. Huh. “Wow!” Hoseok gasps, clapping his hands together. “This is so strange! Who would have thought my ex-boyfriends would have ended up married?” -OR- When Yoongi agrees to go on a cruise with his husband, he doesn’t expect to run into his ex-boyfriend. And he definitely doesn’t expect to find out Seokjin dated him too. Shared memories bring up forgotten feelings, and maybe a vacation is the perfect time to let loose.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

only two people by silklace *

Jimin looks up at him. That is, Jimin looks over him. All over him. When his gaze lands on Hoseok’s face, his expression stretches into something annoyed even with all that heat in his looking. “What.” “C’mon.” Jimin swallows. “Come shower with me, baby.” Jimin scratches at the back of his neck. He’s still gripping his phone in his other hand. “Yoonji know you call me that?” It’s not really a question though, not when Jimin knows the answer.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

can't look away by eron_less

When Namjoon video calls the guy he's been seeing late one night, he's not expecting to find the guy's best friend in bed with him. Turns out, he's kind of into it.

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[joanofexys]

omg can I ask about ur minyard ocs??? 👀👀

YES I CAN (and sorry for taking so long)

I am still undecided on if the Minyard twins (pt 2) will be part of my oc canon but they have certainly existed in my head for a hot minute (made them 3 years ago and forgot about them)

ig I should probably include tws. Nothing in detail but mentions of abuse, suicide, and SA

Sawyer Minyard

she/her

31

4'11

criminal defense attorney

has never played a sport in her life and doesn't plan to start

aroace

audhd combo + chronic depression

Saide Minyard

they/them (will respond to any but they/them is preferred as their gender can best be describe as "idk a blob of energy or whatever")

31

5'1

tattoo artist

played exy throughout high school and college but had no interest in going pro

played as a striker

has a bachelor's degree in psychology, never got their masters

also has the audhd combo + bipolar

Unlike the other set of Minyard twins these two were never separated, though Tilda did give them both up. Do I remember if it was mentioned how old Tilda was when she had Aaron and Andrew? No. So we're smudging the timeline however we need to for this like 10-ish year age gap between both sets of twins

Saide and Sawyer are obviously not identical if you read their height difference. And Saide will probably hold onto being the tallest Minyard sibling for the rest of their life

Saide and Sawyer for the first half of their lives were raised by a very loving foster mother who decided to file for permanent guardianship when they were 7 but due to some vague legal trouble that I haven't developed yet it falls through and the two end up being removed from her home

Thankfully the two stay together but they end up bouncing around the system for awhile and they both grow angry of it. For Sawyer this manifests in her throwing herself into school, an obsession with the justice system, and an anger with law enforcement (girl hates cops with a passion). For Saide it's finding any way to get out of their head. Parties, drugs, sex. Not all of it consensual. A lot of heavy and unhealthy self medication.

They split up for the first time ever for college. Sawyer moves across the country, a full ride with a good school that should get her into a good law school. Saide stays in state, a full ride playing exy, and they figure they'll take what they can get.

They both start receiving help in college. Sawyer attempts suicide for the first time at 21 years old as the contact with her sibling has grown more inconsistent, she has few friends, and she finds herself struggling to keep up with certain required classes she feels no passion for. She starts going to therapy afterwards but receives no diagnosis.

Saide gets diagnosed with ADHD and bipolar II their sophomore year after an outburst at a teammate, followed by three days of them being missing (out getting high and drunk and having sex they weren't fully aware was happening. crashing on friends couches and in their cars) and them returning to college with the following crash and depressive episode. They start trying different medication, stop drinking and doing drugs (with a few relapses on the way despite their insistence that they were never an addict), and started seeing a counselor provided by their colleges mental health service.

Junior year is when Saide starts experimenting with their gender. They go from he/him to he/they to she/they to she/he/they back to he/they and then they/them. That same year they start their tattoo apprenticeship while working toward their psych degree.

Sawyer gets her polisci degree, Saide gets their psych degree, and Sawyer gets accepted to an amazing law school (haven't decided which one cause y'all I have beef with Ivy League's and shit). They're roommates while Sawyer goes to law school. They both move again and get an apartment together. Saide gets a job with a local tattoo place and Sawyer is obviously a full time student. They're pretty cramped in there but they make it work

It's not until Sawyer either is a practicing lawyer or around the time she's taking the bar that the two find out about Andrew and Aaron. They've never had reason to think about other siblings. And obviously Andrew and Aaron had no reason to think they existed. But maybe something comes up with Nicky's adoption process for the two of them and the connection ends up being made

They're distant. Obviously neither of them can pack up and move again to take care of two siblings they don't even know. But there's a small effort made. Sawyer will always call Aaron back. If she's getting home at 3 am after sorting through piles of clients paperwork. Saide writers letters that he's 90% sure Aaron doesn't read and that Andrew throws straight in the trash. But they know they're there. It's probably not until Aaron and Andrew are in college and the events of the books starts going down that they really get connected. Because I'm sorry to Sawyer Minyard, vcious criminal defense attorney, who has to get the phone call that her brother killed a man and no it's not the one she thinks it is.

And this is getting long but yeah that's a bit about them

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hi, may I request 10 from parenting prompts w/ Ryoga please? Thank you uwu

Ryoga Tosa:

Being granted parole was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Ryoga still feels constrained by the system, no longer behind bars but with an even longer list of rules he had to follow that restricted true freedom. He had fought the rule about having to live in a specific housing situation, supported by you, a dedicated member of the community and his significant other of several years. The situation was made even more stressful due to your son, whose safety the court also had to consider; when he first left he wasn’t allowed anything but supervised visits, but Yuto spoke up about the great strides Ryoga had made towards reformation.

It had taken a little over a year for him to earn back another sliver of human rights, where he was highly scrutinized and had to speak to an unending slew of probing intellectuals who were just waiting for him to snap. Yet he remained calm externally, knowing this was his only chance to live with you and his son, that they were assuring he wasn’t a danger to you both. It was exactly why he bit his tongue even though the assumption that he’d ever consider hurting you or his son filled him with a ball of rage that sat in the pit of his stomach even long after the exchange had ended.

The day he finally got to come home, the home you had made without him but were fully willing to integrate him into, was one of the best days of his life.

“Welcome home, we missed you so much!”

Ryoga wasn’t expecting to be greeted so loudly and suddenly, almost squaring up at the surprise but thankful he didn’t. His son had thrown confetti into the air, torn up colorful pieces of paper, and a banner with the same message that was just shouted in his face was strewn across the wall right in front of the door. It seemed you two had been busy with preparations, he could tell from the delicious smells that were wafting from the kitchen and the other decorations that lined the hallway to the main living area. He can’t define the feeling that settled deep in his chest, knowing a million different ways he’d like to react but finding himself frozen as his brain buffered from all the love being shown to him.

Thankfully, his son didn’t have the same issues as his father did, quick as a whip and ready to welcome his dad home properly.

Ryoga held his son in his arms and tried not to squeeze too tight, even when the little one had his arms firmly wrapped around his neck. He thinks it’s relief, relief that there’s not a time limit put on his time with you, that he lived here now and he’d get to hold or hug his son whenever he wanted. He tilted his head so his cheek could rest against the soft top of his son’s head, who continued to squeeze the life out of him like he was some type of oversized toy. The expression on your face mirrored how Ryoga was feeling inside, misty-eyed but with the biggest smile the world had ever seen.

He had won a battle but not the war, yet there was hope for the future now, where he could continue to redeem himself for all the trouble he had put you both through.

[akwolfgrl]

Pakan no omega (the pakhan's omega) part 2

Viktor was excited to finally meet his adorable little omega. He was finally ready to start that part of his life. He walked away from the dead body of a drug pin who decided it was a good idea to skim off the top of the drug sales with a spring in his step. Makka falls into step behind him, wanting attention. He wiped blood from his hand to pet her curls. She wagged her tail happily, licking at his wirst in thanks.

“Soon, Makka, he'll be here soon,” he told her.

“Yo, old man!” A familiar angry voice called out. “Why do you have that stupid look on your face?”

Viktor looked over at Yuri. He was still so young looking, but he had started to shoot up in the last couple of years. His pale blond hair was getting longer. “Yura! Don't be so mean, my face is just happy! My Yuuri will be here soon,” his good cher was real at the moment. It was an odd but plesnet feeling.

Yuri faked gagged, “That piggy? Are you still going on about him?” Yuri had issues that needed to be adressed when it came to omegas.

“Oh, Yura, don't let babushka (grandmother) hear you. You remember what happened last time,” Viktor warned him. She wouldn't tolerate Yuri insulting another omega.

Thire babushka was an omega, and she had always been plump. She was also beautiful, soft, and warm but had a spine of steel. He was never able to get away with anything. Yuri has been on the receiving end of irer quite often himself. He may be his cousin, but he always felt more like a little brother to Viktor. She had raised both of them after all.

“She's not here now, so who cares,” Yuri grumped crossing his arms.

Viktor grinned. He was still such an angry kitten, which was the worst thing about him. Yuri was a cat person, unfortunately. He couldn't help but wonder if his Yuuri was a cat or dog person. Did he even like animals? “Besides, omegas are supposed to be soft,”

“Get the stupid look off your face! That one’s no better than the last,” Yuri yelled at him. “Go shower, or your piggy will faint when he sees you,” With that, Yuri walked away, grumbling under his breath.

Viktor watched him go before heading towards the shower. He stepped out due to the buzz from his phone. Makka licked the drops of water from his legs as he stood looking at the photo Phichit had sent him. It was of Yuuri asleep in the back seat. His face pressed against the window, his glasses sat askewed on his face. He looked peaceful and serene. Soon, Viktor would be able to see him face to face, be able to touch his lovely omega, and drink his heavenly scent.

Viktor quickly dressed, putting extra care into his appearance. He fussed with his silver hair. He wanted to look perfect for his perfect omega.

“Viktor,” a knock and a woman's voice stole his attention. She had short red hair and bright blue eyes and was dressed impeccably. It wasn't much of a surprise that she always had a date. Viktor didn't care as long as she got her job done.

“Ah, Mila, come in, come in, are the rooms ready?” he asked. Mila was his assistant and Yuri's enemy. Before he had started to shoot up in height, she had teased him relentlessly. Yura usually just yelled and hurled insults at her.

“All but the last-minute ballet studio, we ran into a few issues, but it should be finished within a week. Did you still wish to check the rooms over one last time?” she asked

Viktor nodded, “Yes, everything must be perfect,” the ballet studio was a recent addition after Phichit had sent him a video of Yuuri dancing. He knew he had to see him dance in real life. Thankfully, he knew a prima ballerina who was mated to his uncle.

He quickly checked over Yuuri's rooms, Makkachin at his side. These rooms used to be his babushka's, so a lot had to be changed. Fortunately, Yuuri's parents and older sister had been quite helpful in accommodating for his omega’s tastes. Soon, he'd know for himself.

His phone went off once more.

<>

Phichit

pullin up the road he’s still asleep

Viktor

I'll come and get him don't wake him.

Phichit

k

<>

Viktor and Makkachin watched as Chris drove up the driveway. Each second felt like an eternity. He was mere moments from his Yuuri. As soon as Chris parked, Viktor hurried to the car. He quickly unbuckled Yuuri, gently scooping the sleeping man in his arms. Yuuri snuggled closer, burying his cute nose in his neck and admitting a barely audible purr. He was adorable all curled up against his chest. He smelt like smoky vanilla, amber, and cinnamon - such a perfect representation of Agape. He carried the sleepy omega to his new bedroom. Viktor had to resist the urge to put Yuuri in his own bed, to surround him in his scent. He tucked him in, taking his glasses, shoes, collar, and cuffs off. Viktor couldn't wait for the rest of their lives to start

[just-wrting]

How Did This Happen

Title: How Did This Happen

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: You wake up in a world that you know nothing about. Thankfully a man who you will continue to not understand is there to save you.

Word Count: 1543

Master List

A/N: This is short and not 100% what I wanted but I wanted to leave it open like this cause I wanna watch season 2 and write more of this! The fish out of water prompt lends itself to an Isekai really well.

Maybe it’s been hours. Maybe it’s been only a few minutes. All you know is that your body aches and burns, but you know you can’t stop. Once you stop running, you’ll die.

You don’t know how you got here, wherever here is. You went to bed last night and woke up on a dusty old floor to a blast of hot air. The stench of rot made you want to vomit, but the thing that was standing in front of you made you want to scream.

Due to the darkness, you fall down the stairs. While it hurts, you’re positive that nothing is broken. Everything is severely bruised, but if you manage to get out of here you’ll be fine. Whatever the thing is, it keeps coming closer.

“I don’t wanna die. Please, someone please don’t let me die here,” you whimper.

Before you can blink, you're at the bottom of a second set of stairs. There’s a crash and smoke billows out from where you just were.

“Well, since you asked nicely, I’ll save you.”

There’s no defining features on the man who saved you, minus the soft looking white hair. You’re unsure how he can see, but you’re not going to judge someone who just saved your life.

“What about the thing? That was trying to kill me? Aren’t you in danger too?”

“I’ve never been in any danger,” he chirps with a grin. “In fact, I’m having my students deal with it.”

Despite your look of shock, the man keeps smiling. Now you’re one hundred percent sure that you aren’t in your world anymore. What sort of weird place did you end up in?

“Ah! You can just call me Gojo, I hope you aren’t too scared to explain how you got here.”

—-

You rub your arms, cold despite the long sleeves of the tracksuit. You’re grateful it’s a bit big on you, but you worry about the barely visible stains on it. Hopefully you aren’t just going insane and being held hostage by psychopaths.

The three teenagers stare at you, each with wildly different expressions. They have yet to introduce themselves, but you haven’t said anything either. Despite how many times you pinch yourself, you have yet to wake up.

“I’m so glad to see you getting along!” Gojo claps his hands together as he enters the room. “I was almost worried something bad would happen, leaving a stranger alone with my precious students.”

You don’t look up from your knees. You’ve curled up as best as you can on the couch, despite the cramping in your thighs. Your body is screaming for rest and sleep, but you don’t trust anyone yet.

“I just want to rest,” you mumbled. “I don’t even know where I am.”

“We’re on the outskirts of Tokyo! Have you ever been in the city?” the boy with pink hair asks excitedly. “I’m Itadori Yuji!”

The girl leans over and smacks him. “Don’t go around getting friendly! Who knows what sort of things could happen if you keep doing that!”

“Now, Nobara, we’re going to treat our guest kindly. Why don’t we all say one nice thing about meeting a new person?”

The childish smile is back on Gojo’s face. He seems more like he’s trying to be a kindergarten teacher than a high school teacher. None of the kids listen to what he says, and he starts to pout.

“Well if you three can’t play nice, it’s time to go to bed! It’s getting late after all. I’ll figure out what’s going on.”

The dark haired boy is silent as he stands and leaves. The other two continue to argue as they head out, leaving you to wonder what sort of dynamic they have. They seem close.

As soon as the door closes, Gojo sits across from you. His demeanor is so casual that you wonder if he’s actually unconcerned about the situation. It’s either that or he’s so confident in his abilities that you aren’t a threat.

“So what was someone like you doing in a place like that? Are you the type of person to explore abandoned buildings?” He’s cheerful, but you get the feeling he means business.

“I don’t know where I was or how I got there. I went to bed in my house last night and woke up this afternoon in that building. At least I think it was this afternoon.”

You get the feeling he’s watching you intently for any clues about your honesty. However, you feel no need to lie. Since you don’t know what is happening or where you are, it benefits you to be honest.

“You could see it, couldn’t you? That thing you were talking about is a curse. Most people can’t see them, but they can’t be left alone. Have you always been able to see them?”

You shake your head. “Never seen something like that in real life. Maybe in movies, but that’s debatable. I don’t even live near Tokyo. I just want to go home.”

You feel your eyes start to tear up. Within seconds, you’re crying uncontrollably. Fear and exhaustion have caught up with you. Your body is heavy.

“I wanna go home!”

The man panics and reaches out to pat your head. It’s the same sort of gesture someone would use to console a child. Somehow it works, and you feel your eyes shut.

—-

Despite the everyday asking, you haven’t caved. Gojo wakes you up every morning asking if you’ll consider training to be a jujutsu sorcerer. When you decline, he pouts and walks away sadly. You know he’s being dramatic on purpose, and you’re tempted to confront him about it. There has yet to be a good time for it.

“You seem to enjoy watching the training even if you won’t join,” he ponders. “Has it been changing your mind? You’re here earlier than you were yesterday.”

He isn’t watching the three train, instead focusing on you. Gojo is difficult to read, so you always feel hesitant to tell him things. Fortunately for him, his willingness to listen usually makes you talk.

“I couldn’t sleep last night. I had a nightmare. Don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Maybe training will help.”

You sigh and drop the conversation. He sure is stubborn about the strangest things. That doesn’t stop him from watching you for a little longer. By the time he looks away, you start to feel flustered. It’s not often that someone studies you.

“You’re impossible, Gojo.”

—-

You’re surprised to find Gojo in the kitchen. He’s been out for a few days doing whatever it is that he’s supposed to. You still haven’t grasped what it is that he does when he isn’t around, but it doesn’t bother you too much. There’s more important things to worry about, such as the fact that no matter how many times Fushiguro tells you and Itadori about curses, you don’t get it.

The most surprising thing is that Gojo owns more clothes than just that tacky tracksuit. You wouldn’t admit it to him, but you think he’d look better if he wore other things. Knowing him, he’d probably do something to make it weird.

“Ah! Are you also here for a snack?” he asks while shaking a box at you. “Or did you miss me?”

It’s irritating that you can’t tell his intentions or feelings. You snatch away what he’s made and study him from the counter. As soon as it hits you, you know you’ll feel silly for not realizing it sooner. What about him makes it so hard to read him?

“Maybe it’s the fact that you act childish.”

You start to think out loud. If you ramble on about it, you’ll figure it out.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t understand anything about curses. Is it because you’re a guy? That doesn’t seem like the right answer because I don’t struggle to read men either.”

Gojo keeps that smile plastered on his face. Suddenly it hits you.

“It’s because I can’t see your eyes. As much as I hate eye contact, you can tell a lot about someone through their eyes. After all, eyes are the window to the soul.”

“So you’d be able to tell me what I’m thinking, if you saw my eyes?”

Suddenly, he’s in front of you. One arm holds him against the counter, the other moves the food out of your hands. You do your best to scowl at him, but you know it’s probably a flustered sort of panic instead.

“Then do you want to see? Not many people can but you’re special. So don’t tell anyone else that you’ve seen them.”

With that, he pulls up the blindfold. You’re stunned by how pretty his eyes are. Bright blue with soft white eyelashes makes you think of cartoon ice surrounded by snow. They’re so striking that you want to look away.

“They’re so,” you start to say but drift off, unable to find the right word.

“If you keep this a secret, I’ll let you look at them more often.”

With that, he takes the food and heads out. You don’t know how to feel about Gojo, but one thing is for certain, you could easily find yourself falling for him.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Here's a potential little prompt for Casey! Use as you see fit, or delete if you don't see fit! lol :)

Who am I?

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Ramsey

Category: fluffy angst

Rating: PG

Word count: 401

Warnings: mentions of mental health

Summary: Casey is due to have baby Hudson in about six weeks and she is already starting to feel some of the loss of identity that occurs when a child is born. As a pre baby Mother’s Day present, Ethan tries to ease some of Casey’s concerns

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Author’s note: thank you to @jerzwriter for not only sending me this prompt but for also hosting a Mother’s Day event for which this is a submission for.

The identity change that happens when we welcome a young one and the changes around that are real and it affects people differently.

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

Mothers Day 2025

It was six weeks until they were due to meet baby Hudson. The pregnancy was a wanted surprise and thankfully, aside from some morning sickness, the pregnancy had been relatively trouble free. Casey had clearance to work up until 36 weeks gestation. Casey had already begun handing over some of her duties to Aurora Emery, who was going to be the team leader whilst she was on leave. Tobias was also helping out where he could also.

Despite everything going well, Casey could not help but start to feel the gravity of the changes that baby Hudson was going to bring to their lives, especially hers. It was humbling that she soon there was going to be this tiny human who will be completely dependant on her. She was looking forward to being a mum but the thoughts of the loss of identity that came with that were starting to haunt her. Despite reassurances from her friends, the team, Harper and Ethan, she could not help but feel that who she was now, Dr Casey Ramsey would be lost.

Ethan was already at a lost with what to say or do, at least without coming off as condescending. So he got to searching. Even though Hudson was not born yet, he still wanted to do something, to celebrate the upcoming milestone for them. He was looking at coffee mugs, he did not know fully why, they both had several anyway but one caught his eye.

“It’s Miss, Ms. Mrs

Dr.

Actually”

Written on the side. He ordered it thinking that it would be a cute and useful reminder that she will always be Dr Casey Ramsey.

Mother’s Day came and Ethan made her breakfast. He brought it to her in bed. He then gave her the box with the mug inside. Casey opened it, having no idea what it was and she the mug, chuckled and then hugged Ethan.

“No one can take away the title of Doctor, not even our son. You will soon be a mother but you will never stop being a Doctor.” Says Ethan.

Casey kisses him sweetly.

“Thank you Ethan, I am sure I will need reminding of this but thank you.”

They spent a lazy morning in bed before heading out to lunch and both were excited that this time next year they would have someone else to celebrate Mother’s Day with.

Authors note: hooray I was able to keep it to Drabble length for the Mother’s Day Drabble event.

Casey did need to be reminded several times in the first year of Hudson’s life that she was still a doctor, not just a mum.

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[ravennasgf]

LL: Detention

TW: none let me know if there are any

Having gotten into a fight with the evers Hester and I now sitting in Lady Lesso’s office after being suspects for starting the fight. 

“That was entertaining for me but Dovey is furious and expects a punishment. Hester you’re already on thin ice after the stunt you pulled yesterday,”

“I’m sorry Lady Lesso I swear my hands are clean of this,” 

“Go,” Lady Lesso tells her. She practically runs out of Lesso’s office. 

“Now I may not have evidence of Hester’s involvement, but the purple glow of your powers showed.” 

At that moment I knew it was over I accept my fate lowering my head. 

“You’ll be spending a lot of time with me in detention.” she says I don’t bother to argue it would be useless. I hated detention she knew that I hated it more than the doom room which I’m guessing is why she chose detention for me. 

~~

For the next few months I spent most of my time with her. When I’m not in class so free periods, free time before curfew, the time at the end of the day, the hour before breakfast, I’m with her. Homework and studying completed in her office. Meals she ate next to me. 

At first, it was hell she wouldn’t talk to me, she would ignore me. Eventually we started talking now we talk about anything. Eventually my past life came up in conversation, so I told her about my it not even Hester knew, and she knew almost everything about me. 

Due to spending my time in her office studying I’d often fall asleep at the desk she put in there for me. But I’d wake up the next morning in my dorm. 

Anyway I’m at the verge of a mental breakdown due to the stupid homework she set for curses and death traps. She was at a meeting and I know that leaving her office would land me in more trouble and more detention, so there was no point. After staring at the question for I don’t even know how long, tears blurred my vision as they fell. 

To engulfed in my current of emotions I didn’t realise that Lesso had returned. 

“y/n you didn’t escape, I’m surprised.” I quickly pull myself together. 

“It wouldn’t be my smartest move,” I say looking at my work, my voice cracking slightly tears still falling down my face. I feel so stupid. She walks to her desk on the other side of the room. Thankfully she doesn’t notice me crying. I try to answer the question again but after about ten minutes of silent crying and berating of my own stupidity I throw my pen down standing up frustrated and still upset. 

I start mumbling to myself about how stupid I am. 

“Darling, hey, look at me,” she says turning me to face her. She takes one look at me and pulls me into a hug making me break down completely into loud sobs. She picks me up, so my legs are wrapped around her waist as she walks to the chair closest to us which happened to be my desk chair. She sits down making me straddle her lap as she holds me close. 

“It’s ok darling,” she says as she whispers sweet words into my ear to try and calm me down. 

“I’m sorry Lady Lesso,” I mumble through sobs. 

“It’s ok darling, what’s the matter?”

“I’m beyond stuck on the homework you set for curses and death traps, I’ve been trying to do it for over an hour and a half and I just feel so stupid and…”

“Oh honey, it’s ok you’re not stupid you are very, very smart my dear we all have our days when we get stuck and that’s ok, now do you want some help?”

“It’s ok you’ve got your own work to do,” I say getting up off her lap. I making it to a standing position before she pulls me back onto her lap sitting to the side my head resting on her chest.

“My work can wait, come on where did you get stuck?” 

We sit there not moving as she helps me through the work, finally finishing it. 

“Good girl, you’re all finished,” 

“Thank you, Lady Lesso,”

“It’s quite alright darling if you’ve got any questions on any subject just let me know, and I’ll help,”

“Thank you,”

“Of course sweetheart,” 

The emotional breakdown has taken a toll on me, I’m exhausted. 

“Go to sleep honey I’ll be here when you wake up,” she says holding me closer to her as my eyes slip shut. 

[theworldoffostering]

I am beside myself. We are back in the national parks and spent today at one of the lakes. DH’s friends from ID came over and we did a picnic lunch with them. It was a really nice day. We then got ice cream and headed back to our campsite to get dinner made.

People were cranky from being in the sun all day and probably travel and being hungry. I was talking to my mom about my dad, and texting with my cousin (her grandma is in the hospital on hospice apparently) and taking each of the little kids for a walk around the loop to try to create some separation and space for everyone.

DS and Ms. 6 were doing nothing to help. Ms. 6 stayed in the tent most of the day bc she's mad and wants to go home. I asked the teens to take a walk. They did and when they came back we were almost ready to eat. Ms. 6 said she wasn't eating and again stated she wanted to go home.

Two minutes later she took off running and took DS with her. I had to report them missing to a park ranger and they put out a BOLO.

Within one minute of the BOLO going out, they were found but then Ms. 6 asserted to the ranger once again that I am abusing her! And then she told the ranger I was abusing DS! And DS went along with it. Didn't deny it.

The ranger that found the kids was one of the ones that helped us last year when we had this scenario and she was so mad at me--basically yelled at me saying that I was now back for the second summer and I had TWO kids accusing me of abuse. So it once again turned into a whole thing.

They wanted me to have proof that I wasn't abusing the kids. Thankfully, I managed to get DS's therapist on the phone at 9pm and one of the people that is in our home doing life skills weekly with the kids. Ms. 6 instructed DS not to speak to his therapist. Ms. 6's therapist never picked up.

Ms. 6 was aggressive even with park rangers present and the police said they could arrest her based on her actions (attempted assault on me in front of them and resisting an officer) but they didn't want to bc she would then be released in town and have nowhere to go. They also considered a 72 hour hold but it would have also resulted in her being released in town with nowhere to go (we are supposed to leave this morning for home). So they basically spent three hours de escalating while I cried my eyes out and tried to not go into shock (my entire body was shaking due to the adrenaline). Then a ranger drove them back to our campsite and dropped them off where H and E were crying hysterically from the stress and saying they didn't feel safe with Ms. 6.

I am beyond sad this happened AGAIN and things have been absolutely fine--smooth even with Ms. 6 on this trip but something was bothering her this morning. I asked her about it. She had a lot of attitude but I just let that roll off. I asked her what she needed. Provided suggestions and eventually asked her if she wanted a nap. She said she did so that's what she did. Before she laid down, I asked her if I could give her a hug and she said yes so I did and felt like we were okay.

Ms. 6 snap chatted with her biological family the entire time the police were managing the situation. Clearly not taking anything too seriously.

I then spent another two hours in the tent with them while they smugly giggled about how great they are. I cried again. Talked to them. Tried to explain why this was not okay. Tried to explain what could be done differently. Said I was glad they were not in jail or the hospital. Radio silence.

I stayed n the van with H and E while DH slept in the tent with the other four.

I'm exhausted. I'm so sad. Idk what to do. I'm not sure how we will make the 20 hour drive home tomorrow. I cannot ever travel with Ms. 6 again. I know DS’s therapist wants DS separated from Ms. 6 but Ms. 6 is being super manipulative. Do I tell her she cannot live at home any more? How do I create felt safety for everyone when she continues to do this?