#me- overexcited writer

[huboi]

. SOFTY | 🎀

╰┈➤ summary; jjk men being big softies for you <3

╰┈➤ includes; gn! reader, possibly ooc characters, pure heart melting fluff, mentions of eating and drinking

╰┈➤ a/n; yes I’m aware I haven’t posted in years, I’ve been in a writers block for so long bro😭

GOJO SATORU

man’s already a huge softie, very smitten with you

even before you started dating he was all over you like an overexcited puppy when it’s owner comes back from work

when you guys started dating, nothing really changed

read as; gojo somehow managed to become even more clingy

LOVES PDA

dw tho, if you don’t like pda then he’ll respect that, as long as you guys can cuddle when you’re in private he won’t complain

if you are comfortable with PDA, prepare to hold hands 25/8

also he loves cuddles

kisses are a huge must, wether they’re short and sweet or long and spicy

GETO SUGURU

he doesn’t act very happy when you’re not around

only time when he’s happy when you’re not around is if his girls are there

when he comes back from his shenanigans he just snuggles you

will keep cuddling you even if you need the toilet

“suguru im gonna piss myself istg” “no you’re not”

even though you are a sorcerer, he wishes to keep you away from his sorcerer shenanigans

he doesn’t want you seeing his ‘ugly side’ to say the least

it’s as if a switch goes off in his brain when you come into the picture

“I will kill every non sorcerer there is😡😡😡” “hi sugu poo😙” “hi baby🥰🥰🥰”

KENTO NANAMI

he’s a serious guy, and so when he sees you, he just low key switches personalities for a sec

“hi honey, you ok? have you eaten, drank some water….” he tends to ask you these questions a lot, but dw he’s just concerned for your health

no PDA, the closest you’ll convince him to do is hand holding

in the privacy of your home, he’s a huge snuggle bug (you didn’t hear this from me)

loves kissing your face, he doesn’t know why, it just comforts him

one time you interrupted his time with yuji, giving him his lunch as he forgot it, and he, surprisingly, ended up kissing you on the cheek

yuji was stunned (the boy was too stunned to speak)

SUKUNA RYOMEN

when people think of the sukuna, they think of homicide, murder and all things negative

what people don’t see, is that when his s/o wants a certain food, he’ll get them they’re food no matter the cost

doesn’t matter if you want something fancy or simple, he’s gonna get it (you have to plead with him to not kill anyone)

no promises though (he ends up simply paying for it)

low key begs you for hugs, when you point this out he claims he ‘demands’ you for hugs and that he never begs… yeah right

you are the most protected person out there, sorcerer or not

you claim he reminds you of a tiger, but he acts like a simple house cat when you’re in the picture

he disagrees with a huff and arms crossed against his (phat titties) chest

you notice a slight blush on his cheeks, but you don’t say anything

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[sukunasweetheart]

im gonna tell you my favorite thing about sukuna right neow because i think youd be the best writer to write this (i jus love you) of yoru uncomfortbale, its ok. But hear this knowledge i know that you may not know or if you do thats GREAT.

sukuna can lactate. CANNONICALLY.

PLEASEEEEE lmfoaksdn i love this... ive read a few fics with trueform sukuna lactating and maybe its my turn to do a little something for it too... this is ur warning lmao it turns very smutty at the end bye

its good for a little sub!sukuna too, he's never let anyone come near his chest except you, so he'd probably be new to all the sensations youd give him ^^ you're overexcited and sukuna is probably grimacing at you, thinking youre a weirdo and a pervert for wanting to suck on his teet so bad, but after a lot of convincing, he lets you try to relieve the ache of his TIDDIES with a big eye roll

and boy, does it feel weird. you suck on his nipple like a newborn, and as your tongue rolls around his sensitive bud, he can't stop the shudders that go down his spine. his growing erection becomes painfully obvious and he's almost horrified about it, why does this feel so good?

you groan at the taste of his sweet milk and he finds it oddly fulfilling-- knowing that you're enjoying the taste of his...milk. you roll your hips around against his boner and sukuna's large hands land on your waist to guide your movements.

you suck on his one nipple until it's puffy and swollen and run dry, before moving on to the other one.

"fuck... slow down. it's not goin' anywhere," sukuna huffs at you, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and red ears. you don't respond, only continuing to squeeze out every drop from him using your mouth. you're also getting wetter and wetter between your legs with every passing second, drunk from his sweet taste, wondering how such a bitter man could produce something like this out of his chest.

sukuna breathes heavier above you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as you lap up every drop that comes out. he jerks his hips up every now and then, unable to help himself. he'll need to fuck you dumb after this as a punishment-- or a reward, perhaps?

he gets closer to soiling his hakama pants with his load, but he's doing everything to hold back because it's humiliating enough that the king of curses lactates, and is currently letting someone drink from his pecs. he can't be cumming into his clothes like a virgin on top of that. he grits his teeth and restrains himself.

it was a futile effort however, because you do something unthinkable and brave on your part, suddenly using your teeth into the mix, biting lightly on his sensitive nipple, immediately sending him over the edge.

sukuna jolts and his clothed cock presses up against you as he blows his load into his pants, the shock of the painful pleasure having shot down his spine. you hear him groan deeply and hiss at you, retaliating by grabbing a handful of your hair. but you're unrelenting, and your mouth is still latched onto him. your cheeky grin pisses him off.

once his orgasm subsides, sukuna pries your lips away from his puffy nipples. they're swollen and sensitive. he has tears barely protruding from the corners of his eyes, and there is a brilliant blush on his face.

"fucking hell. you're insatiable. one perverted fucking woman," he tells you with a growl.

"but you liked it. loved it, even. so much that you came in your pants-"

you yelp as you're manhandled onto the bed. sukuna practically tears the clothes off from your body, stripping you bare, down to your dripping wet pussy. he roughly slots his fingers into your soaking cunt, a mean glare in his eyes, having flared up from your provoking.

"you're sopping wet. not much better than me, are you?" sukuna sneers, fingering your most delicate spot. you moan, unable to respond, too preoccupied with the pleasure.

he removes his digits and then shoves them into your own mouth, to shut you up. then, he frees his still aching cock from his pants and shoves it into you all in one go.

"all nice and loose f' me," he groans, feeling your welcoming walls around his dick.

"i wonder if i bred you nice and full- would i get to have a taste of your milk too?"

you suck on his fingers and whimper, full of lust and desire.

"oh? ...you don't seem to hate the idea. i'll fuck a baby into you, then," he says darkly.

...and a blissful night ensues, where you get to enjoy getting pumped full of the milk from his cock, not just his tits.

[dragonbma]

I love subtle foreshadowing but it’s actually subtle foreshadowing…

There are so many great scenes with “Vos” that can be overlooked or just missed if your eye isn’t on him and I’d like to take a second to highlight some :]

He can’t help but smile when people mention how strong and powerful the Admin is or compliment his work. This also happens when Jesse agrees with Romeo or plays along. Sir why are you so giddy?? That god literally trapped you in a box for 30y.

The alternate is true if you choose dialogue being skeptical of Romeo or when characters aren’t impressed/ compare his builds to those of mortals. He looks so offended 💀

Less of a hint, but the way “Vos” sides with the Admin by requesting Radar and Lukas stay back; Romeo keeps reminding everyone that only the best of the best should be in his constructs. “Vos” mirrors this, albeit in a nicer way, by talking slightly around the subject as opposed to the Admin who just straight up tells people he doesn’t want “losers” there.

THIS SCENE IS SO FREAKING FUNNY I CAN’T. “VOS” IS SO DONE WITH JACK COMPARING HIS BUILDS TO PLACES HE’S BEEN BEFORE. “I don’t seem to remember that particular adventure.” BRO IS SEETHING. Stirpe and the writers have my eternal thanks for this interaction-

“Vos” being devious and not taking damage when everyone else is killed by spiders. I don’t care if you had the goofiest yelp ever you were NOT sneaky with that one-

P.S. Most of the main clues come after the Sea Temple. In my first playthrough, I brushed most of his overexcitement off as just being happy to be out of the cage and adventuring with Jack again. (Me when I’m in DENIAL.) When “Vos” suggests Radar and Lukas stay behind I really thought he was saying that because he didn’t want a repeat of Sammy. Maybe it’s the tone or the way he tries to talk around the subject, but ouch. that scene. “Fine. But if something happens to them, that’s on you, not me.” AUGH. It may just be the denial talking, but it really sounded like was worried. AND HE HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE AFTER THE SEA TEMPLE. It would make all the sense for him to not want anyone less than a hardcore adventurer to enter the Ice Palace because all he knows of the Admin’s challenges are literally just a temple with a kill count. Don’t mind me going off topic. Anyways thanks for reading my ramble for tonight. I love subtle foreshadowing.

[count-lucio]

lucio headcanons because i can't help myself. just a warning that these are rather canon divergent, so keep that in mind while reading! anyway, with no further ado-

my objectively correct lucio 'headcanons' (i am normal)

- he has chronic nerve pain from the constant pain + stress his body was under while he had the plague - even after he comes back. he walks with a cane most days, and claims it's for 'fashion' (it very clearly isn't)

- the whole "missing an entire arm" business is a MUCH bigger deal than the way the game shows it- it's a genuine disability, not just a fun character trait. i'm begging you all to consider lucio needing (and wanting) to spend time with his prosthetic off. lucio phantom limb syndrome and phantom pains. lucio struggling to do things that require both hands on occasion and having to relearn everything after getting his prosthetic. lucio being too rough/too strong/etc with his left arm because he can't feel what he's doing. as much as he loves the gold he can't help but feel terribly insecure and incapable because of it sometimes.

- lucio is not even a tenth as stupid as the writers make him out to be for funny haha villain points. he's actually incredibly intelligent and a big fan of studying + reading "just because." he's very literate and articulate, just overexcitable (and maybe slightly over-emotional) and doesn't always express his intelligence in the best way (or stop and think before doing things). he's also fairly talented, and rather proficient in writing and playing piano - the grand piano in the foyer belongs to both him and nadia!!

- same thing goes for what an incompetent leader he's portrayed to be in the game... it's absolutely nonsensical that he alone was in charge of vesuvia for multiple years and that entire time knew nothing and learned nothing about being an effective ruler. perhaps he's not the most responsible leader at all moments and maaaybe he can be a bit. harsh. but i can't see military-tactical, hand-selected-to-rule-vesuvia-lucio being an INCOMPETENT leader.

- also, the previous count, count spada, took lucio in and taught him everything he knew - the game hardly touches on this and it's an absolute crime because i think the two of them had such a close (dare i say father-son) relationship and spada effectively took lucio under his wing and gave him the necessary training to be an effective leader before naming him his heir. the two of them were very... my parents hate me and i don't know what parental love feels like x i never married or had children and i regret it immensely, yknow ?

- his relationship with morga is much more strained than what's portrayed in canon - both her and his father were rather abusive throughout his childhood and he hides in the palace every time she visits vesuvia and makes nadia deal with her for him (i use 'makes' loosely - nadia would do it even if lucio didn't ask. she's not very fond of morga either and is sympathetic to lucio's fear of her).

- speaking of nadia, the two of them really don't hate eachother all that much. their relationship is much more complicated than what's shown in the game (everyone's is, really, it's all a lot more blurry and queerplatonic than what was written to make it work as a romance game) and while they most definitely butt heads quite often, she by no means hates him and they do, actually, get along a fair amount of the time. they have quite a bit in common and work well together. most of the time.

- contrary to popular belief, mercedes and melchior are not unruly and untrained- they're both trained impeccably, just in lucio's native language, making him the only person capable of controlling them. however when it is him in charge, the three of them are a force to be reckoned with (especially when out hunting) and mercedes and melchior move flawlessly alongside him, nearly predicting what he wants without him even having to speak it aloud. they're impeccably behaved- just for him and him alone.

- on the topic of languages- lucio was raised speaking something different than what is spoken throughout the game. there is no direct real-world equivalent but it's... scandinavian in nature. he has the faintest hint of an accent (and no, it isn't a jersey accent) but he's been speaking other languages for so long it's not quite as noticeable as it was during his mercenary days - although it is quite a bit more noticeable when he's drunk, and he's very prone to cursing in his native language.

[beauspot]

Dismantling of the Family and Destruction of Fandom Trust.

Season 3 of The Bear did something different than previous seasons and it felt...much more final this time.

Carmy and Richie are at odds the entire season and it never really lets up. Sydney and Carmy don't have one meaningful conversation this entire season. Marcus loses his mother. And everyone is growing apart.

The season has so much going on and yet at the same time, nothing really happens in season 3

While in season 2 The Bear seeks to strip its kitchen to bare bones and build it from the ground up, Season 3 tries to break its main characters down. This involves not only tearing apart their relationships, but who they are as people. Normally, I love this type of season as breaking characters down because almost always it results in entertaining drama and growth ie. Succession or Bojack Horseman

But this season starts with the crew not communicating and ends with them not communicating, the restaurant is in the same precarious position at the start as it is at the end. One thing that was nice to see was Sydney coming into her own, learning to run her kitchen with patience and strength, but while that is happening Carmy is ripping into everyone around him and this culminates in Sydney having a panic attack at the end of the season, but there’s no respite for her. She’s torn between staying with her new chosen, toxic, family or moving on to better things for herself and she can’t decide.

Highlights of the season were episode 6 and episode 8 which were the Tina and Nat centered episodes. We get to know more about Tina and where her mind is at, along with her past. In Ice Chips we get moments of reconciliation. I also really loved seeing Luca back and his overexcited puppy energy contrasted to how cool he was last season was *chefs kiss* no pun intended.

The Bear is likely closing within the next two seasons and I don't know if it will be renewed especially with this trend of ending shows super fucking early for fear of dragging it out. It would be a waste because there's still stories to tell so to have it end with everyone probably leaving as the restaurant collapses. To leave the show there is insane to me and dumb, but i’m not running it so what do I know?

I personally did not like this season and have no interest in rewatching it at this moment, though I’m sure I will at some point.

Personally I have let go of Syd and Carmy becoming romantically involved in the canon. It's sad, but clearly the writers (one in particular) have dug in their heels and nothing will change their minds so, fuck it. You guys got what you wanted, congrats! Feel free to leave your thoughts below.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Given everything that canon has currently given us about their actions, thoughts, personalities and personal histories, how would you arrange all 15 of Miss Bustier’s students in order from Most Worthy of a Miraculous in General to Least Worthy of a Miraculous in General and why for each character’s placement?

The inconsistent characterization and other writing issues make this a hard ask, but I'll do my best. I'm not going to do a true ranking, though. Instead, we're going to do a combo ranking and tier approach since there will be a lot of ties here and I also want to draw some clear lines between the different groups.

The Hero Tier: characters who are ready to be heroes as-is. They may need to do some growing to feel like a full fledged hero, but that growing can be done as a newly hatched hero.

The I Guess? Tier: characters with nothing to qualify or disqualify them from being a hero. They don't necessarily feel like a bad fit, but they probably need a character arc to truly feel like a good fit.

The Disqualifying Episode Tier: characters who would be in the "I Guess" Tier if it weren't for that one really bad episode that makes them look terrible. (Note that I'm reserving this for minor characters who don't give us much to go on. Characters without a strong core for me to lean on, making it hard to ignore these bad episodes as there's nothing to contradict the bad characterization.)

The Needs a Redemption Arc First Tier: characters that are not suited to the hero role in their current form, but that could be if they went through a big personal journey

The Hero Tier

1 - Marinette Dupain-Cheng

While the writers have done Marinette dirty in a thousand ways, I will give them full credit for her base character design. She has an excellent setup for a hero. She's a quick thinker who takes charge in a crisis and who cares about doing the right thing. She's willing to make major sacrifices for the good of others and has a strong sense of justice. While I'm obviously biased by her role as the lead, there really isn't a character I'd pick over her for our leading lady. She is the character best suited to leading the team in battle.

2 - Alya Césaire

Alya is in the same category as Marinette. Someone who the writing has done dirty, but who still screams hero potential. Her take-charge attitude and willingness to brave akuma fights for her blog make her feel like someone who could grab a miraculous an go. This is extra true because her core character feels such a strong balance to Marinette. Because Marinette is good at reactive thinking, she needs a teammate who is good at proactive thinking to help figure out how to locate and reclaim the butterfly. That teammate should have been Alya, but alas, we will never get it in canon. The only reason Alya wasn't tied for first place is that she feels ill suited to solo work. She needs someone to make her pause and think things through when she gets overexcited.

2 - Adrien Agreste

I actually debated if Adrien deserved the hero tier because the writing has done so much to make him feel ill suited to the hero role. I ultimately decided to keep him up here because he has a strong core character that's incredibly easy to work with, making it feel wrong to put him anywhere else. A quick fix to his motivation and he's good to go because he's generally a selfless, kind person who is willing to put his life on the line for others. Ladybug truly would struggle without someone in his role and no one else really feels suited to it. Much like Alya, Adrien only works in a team setting, so he ties with her for second place.

3 - Alix Kubdel

I wasn't totally sure where to put Alix because she's one of the show's least developed teen characters. A lot of the things we know about her come from watching her adult self, which isn't really fair as everyone else is getting judged based on their behavior as a young teen. However, in spite of all the bad writing, Alix does come across like someone who would be ready to fight at a moment's notice and who has a strong desire to do good, so into the hero tier she goes!

4 - Rose Lavillant

While Rose's character doesn't scream hero, positivity and kindness are good traits for a hero, so I can see why she'd be picked to be one. Her recruitment episode was one of the strongest ones because she didn't need any sort of arc to be ready. She's fine as-is and fit her role perfectly, which means that it feels wrong to put her in another tier. I do worry about her ability to handle a major crisis since she's quick to cry and can come across as a little oversensitive, which is why I put her at the bottom of the list. You could convince me that she should be moved down a tier.

The I Guess? Tier

5 - Juleka Couffaine

Juleka a nice person and a good friend, but nothing about her screams "hero." At the same time, nothing about her screams "no good, very bad choice." I can see a story where she becomes a hero, but it doesn't feel like a missed opportunity if she stays a civilian because I don't think that she's ready to take on the role as-is. She's got some growing to do to really earn her stripes. It's why her hero debut is a little awkward. They tried to speed-run a character arc about her gaining confidence only for that development to disappear afterward. I'm not even sure why they needed her in that episode.

5 - Ivan Bruel

Ivan is basically a male Juleka and his recruitment is even more speed-run. It really feels like he only got a miraculous so that no one was left out. Nothing about his story feels like he earned his spot. If anything, it feels like he was done dirty and robbed of a character arc. Just look at this recruitment!

Ivan: What if I hurt someone using my superpowers? Ladybug: It's good to be careful, Ivan, but remember, you'll be on a team of superheroes facing supervillains! No one can be hurt. (Ivan, reassured, smiles)

I'm sensing some Stoneheart trauma here or maybe even something more complex, but of course, we're never going to dig into that. Boo, writers. Boo! Either have him ready to go or give him a story. Don't half-ass it!

6 - Mylène Haprèle

I almost put Mylène in the Hero Tier because her activism shows that she's willing to stand up and fight (Ivan didn't get that grace because it feels like he only does it for Mylène's sake). Then I thought about her hero debut and decided that Mylène belonged here because it was yet another hard-to-buy speed-run. I even put her below Ivan and Juleka because Mylène is the only character to give a truly compelling argument as to why she's not qualified:

Mylène: (interrupts) No, Ladybug! I can't be a superhero. I'm scared of everything. Look, I have a badge for my fear of water, one for my fear of beasts. I need a necklace to help me get over my fear of badges!

This is not someone who's ready to go on a solo mission after a minor pep talk, nor was she the obvious choice for the mouse, so her refusal should have been respected. Not everyone is qualified to be an action hero and it's a sign of strength to know when you need to say "no." Much like Juleka and Ivan, Mylène is begging for a stronger character arc or even for a story that shows that there are different types of heroes.

7 - Max Kanté

Max literally only got a miraculous so he didn't die because they were in space, so it's really hard to call him a good hero candidate who was well chosen for his role. At the same time, I can't call him unqualified. His strong analytical skills make him feel like a character who could be a good addition to a hero team, though only in a supporting role. They haven't done anything to make him feel like he belongs on the battlefield. He doesn't get a spot in the hero tier though because the Lila stuff and his behavior in Gamer are enough to make him feel like he needs to do some growing up before he's truly suited to a miraculous.

The Disqualifying Episode Tier

8 - Nino Lahiffe

I'm sorry, Nino. I love you, but your behavior in season four and five was appalling! You outed your girlfriend's identity without her permission, antagonized your best friend's abusive parent for no good reason, and demonstrated a total lack of faith in Ladybug's ability to regain the miraculous, making it impossible to put you in a higher tier because, unlike Adrien, Alya, and Marinette, you don't have a strong core character that I can use to argue away these flaws away. I literally had to redesign your character to write you! So into this tier you go since you actually have several disqualifying episodes.

9 - Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Nathaniel generally comes across as a nice guy, but Reverser totally ruined his character for me. Since the show has given me nothing that I can use to argue that Reverser shouldn't count, into this tier he goes. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then read the Marc section of this post to see why Nathaniel needs anger management classes. It's why he's going below Nino. Nino just feels like he needs to be a little more thoughtful. Nathaniel feels like he needs serious work.

9 - Lê Chiến Kim

Kim has never screamed hero to me and his actions in Derision are hard to ignore, especially since they match his bullying behavior in Origins. I want him to be our silly dumb jock, but canon apparently doesn't, so into this tier he goes. I actually almost put him in the bottom tier because the bullying thing bothers me so much. It really does feel like he needs at least a minor redemption arc, but he's got several episodes that paint him as fine, contradicting the episodes that make him a bully, so it feels unfair to put him in with the true bullies who cannot be characterized in any other way without going against their core character.

The Needs a Redemption Arc First Tier

10 - Chloé Bourgeois

Full thoughts here, but the short version is that baseline character establishment is not the same as a character arc. The show made Chloé sympathetic and showed that she had some actual depth, but those things were presented in a way that made them feel like they were just basic elements of her character. Things she'd always had. Her character never had any sort of meaningful growth, so it never felt like she should be a hero. It just felt like her story had the potential to go that route if the writers wanted to take her there.

11 - Sabrina Raincomprix

Sabrina is a bully who delights in tormenting others and who never gets a glimmer of potential like we saw with Chloé back in seasons two and three, meaning that Sabrina is totally unqualified for a miraculous. I was appall that she got one without even a hint of a redemption arc first. All we got was confirmation that Sabrina cares about her best friend which we always knew. At least Chloé only got hers by accident. Sabrina gets handed one like she's qualified to be on the team! Terrible writing. 0/10 stars

12 - Lila Rossi

We might as well put Lila in this tier since I'd like to think that any 14-year-old could be helped to be a better person, but it's hard to have any hope for her. The writing has failed her by every conceivable metric outside of maybe her core concept. Even then, she has no place in a formula show for kids. She belongs in a teen drama.

[an-au-blog]

Okay okay hear me out foster au. Luffy, Ace and Sabo were raised by their foster mom Dadan and foster dad Whitebeard (along with Whitebeard's many grown adopted kids who visit from time to time and Dadan and Whitebeard aren't a romantic couple they are friends who decided to foster together because why not) after Luffy's dad dipped after his birth and Crocodile was deemed unfit to raise him (Crocodile is a recovering alcoholic) not long after his birth, Garp was granted visitation rights. Ace's mom died after giving birth to him from undiagnosed Pre-eclampsia and his dad was murdered before he was born. Sabo was taken from his parents after they were found to have been abusing him. Luffy meets Zoro whos being fostered by Mihawk (Perona is adopted at this point and Mihawk is fighting to adopt Zoro), then he meets Nami who after her adopted mom's death in a car crash is being raised by her adopted dad and Bell-mère's husband) Arlong along with her sister Nojiko (Arlong is extremely controlling and overprotective of the duo because he blames himself for Bell-mère's death because he had an argument with her before the car crash, he does loves the duo but he is super paranoia and worries alot so he has his brothers (his own adopted brothers) watch the girls when hes not around. After that he meets Usopp who was living by himself after his mom's death but gets put into foster care and is being raised by Zeff who agreed to take him in because he felt bad for Usopp and he genuinely cares about him. Zeff introduces the group to his other foster son Sanji (who he has been fighting a long and hard battle to adopt him but Sanji's bio family won't let him and are demanding Sanji back, Zeff threatened to do unspeakable things to him if they (everyone expect for Sanji's sister Reiju) even look at Sanji). Soon they have to take Nami to the hospital because while they were playing with Luffy's uncle Buggy (who is his Uncle Shanks' ex boyfriend but still calls himself Luffy's uncle) and Uncle Buggy's best friend Mr. 3 (everyone calls him that because its his nickname) and some other kids (who include Nami's girlfriend Vivi, Valentine and Valentine's best friend Gem) and Vivi's pet dog Karoo an Irish wolfhound, Luffy got overexcited and accidently scared Karoo who was near Nami and Karoo knocked over Nami who fall and hit her head on a rock. Arlong stopped the game and took Nami and the rest of the group (which includes Vivi and Karoo he approves of Vivi's and Nami's relationship) to the hospital and they meet Dr. Kureha and her adopted son Chopper whos a genius. Nami is fine and only has a bruise and a small cut on her head. Dr. Kureha encourages Chopper to play with the group and be friend with them. He does after much hesitation and they all become good friends. Soon they meet Luffy's mom now dad Crocodile who has recovered from his alcohol addiction and granted visitation rights, Crocodile introduces them to his adopted sister Robin whos Luffy's Aunt and Robin is a famous historical fantasy writer, all of the kids take to Robin immediately and call her Aunty Robin, Luffy refers to Crocodile as his dad who got mpreg (hes confused but hes got the spirit). Then Robin lets them meet her fiancé Franky whos a mechanic(part time) and an genius inventor who they all call Uncle Franky and love him. They were initially off to a bad start because it turned out that he was the one who reported Usopp for living alone but Usopp forgave him because it let him find his place in the world. They are then introduced to Brook who works at local aquamarine and is a scare actor during Halloween and a part time musician , he's Garp's older brother and Luffy's great uncle so they call him Gruncle Brook. Brook has a pet tortoise that he named Laboon and was his best friend's tortoise at first but then his friend died after a long and hard battle with cancer.

They all enjoy spending their days playing together

Oh, I'm not only hearing you, I am listening 0_0

Whitebeard has one of those big and loud homes, where everyone is fighting over which room is occupied and where someone should or shouldn't be. I see them like a "Cheaper By The Dozen" type of thing. Some of them moved out already but they always find a reason to hang around. At first all the kids were unhappy about the arrangement, but then they saw how much love there was to go around.

Whitebeard is the fun dad and Dadan is the strict, overworked and underpaid mom. Maybe they're married for tax reasons and because they're too old to date so they made a "if we're both not married by 40" pact that turned into a "single by 50+" pact. As you said they're not romantically involved, but they share their love for their kids and that's what makes them happy.

At one point Ace is arrested for assault. He tracked down and beat up his uncle - Blackbeard because he stole a family heirloom that cost a hefty amount and sold it off. He was seen as a traitor because it had been in the family for generations and all he cared for was the money.

(He may go to jail for a month and serve public service but he doesn't die in this au because I need their happiness at least sometimes!)

Why do I feel like Garp would take the boys out to the craziest camping trips. Like they'll go one day and two days later Luffy, Ace and Sabo will come back with like, alligator skin, a necklace from shark teeth and some weird-looking rock that turned out to be a meteorite. And when you ask them what happened they'll go "well at first we thought it was weird that we didn't have anything, cuz in the movies they get tents and food and stuff, but grandpa told us real men survive with nothing. We went hunting which was cool though we got a bit worried for a little when that bear attacked grandpa, but it's fine now. Did you know bears are just like big dogs!?" From then on Dadan never let them go camping without her, she kept Garp in check and packed all the food supplies etc.

I feel like Mihawk would be one of those dads that are like "I never knew why people were so obsessed with their stupid kids..." pulls out Perona dressed like a pretty princess and zoro looking like a feral child "until I got a stupid kid myself. I've had these two for not too long but if anything happens to them I will kill everyone in this room and then myself."

I'd like to believe that after the accident with Nami, Arling starts being at least a bit of a better dad.

He never wanted to choose parenthood. Parenthood chose him. And he's a great dad, he plays pretend royal tea parties with Perona and teaches Zoro manners. By the time the child services come to see if he's a fit parent to adopt Zoro they find how much politer and well mannered he is.

Speaking of foster parents, Zeff was fighting so hard for Sanji he spent countless nights trying to help his lawyer, work overtime to have the money to pay him and overall worrying about the kid. Their very first activity after winning the case was a big meal and a movie to which Zeff fell asleep to during the first scene. (The movie was Ratatouille and Sanji loved it. After that he made Zeff buy him a pet rat, who he adored and cooked for little tiny gourmet meals.)

I love that Buggy and his friends still play with the kids. He's the funniest and loudest uncle Luffy could ask for. When Luffy asked why Buggy and Shanks broke up, Buggy said that "Shanks refused to live up to his potential and I couldn't let him do that to himself" to which Luffy said was very reasonable and would take Buggy's side whenever the subject arose. (It was one of the only things that Luffy sided with Buggy about.)

Ohhh yes, Robin is a very famous writer but she writes under an alias to be harder to recognize. Her books are some of the most historically accurate works of fiction that has been writing so most fans speculate that she's a history teacher or professor of sorts. Some of her exes and old friends used to tell her that writing is a waste of time and making it as a writer is near impossible. Her (now) fiance Franky, on the other hand was so excited to hear all about her book ideas. When she (reluctantly) told him she'd want to write his eyes lit up. He didn't even know if she was a published author yet, but he would call her "an artist" and "a genius at work" whenever he'd see her writing on her laptop.

Crocodile was probably so nervous to see Luffy after all this time, worried he wouldn't recognize him and not sure if he'd be accepted by his own kid. But then Luffy hugged him anyway and when Croc explained everything to him Luffy just said "Oh, cool! Like a transformer, my dad's so awesome!"(and then did a little robot movement) which really set Crocodile at ease and even warmed his heart a bit...

When the kids found out it was Franky who reported them, they tried to fight him but then they reasoned with the facts (some slower than others) and it ended up with Usopp running away in tears. Franky chased him down to find him at his mother's grave. They just sat in silence there. Eventually Usopp stood up and told Franky that he forgave him. (Or at least that's how I imagine it ig)

Brook strikes me as the guy who would start playing drinking songs at bars and the next day go do a charity event at some ungodly hour. He absolutely loves kids and thinks they're a bundle of joy (plus they're the best audience, since they're the most honest in their love or hate for music). At first when they start calling him Gruncle Brook he got offended because "I'm not that old, kids, come on!" but he slowly started taking as a fond nickname rather than a reminder of his age.

[iwillrememberyoumarathon]

I Will Remember You Fic Marathon 2023: Masterlist

Thank you to our amazing Buffy/Angel writers and artists for an event that exceeded all of our expectations! Here are the incredible 41 stories and 15 artworks that made up this year's revamped marathon:

Day 1: daughter by bonniesfire (@lalosalamcnca) Day 2: Yours, Always by @buffy-targaryen Day 3: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by NicHawkins Day 4: After School Special by a2zmom Day 5: Insatiable by MadeInGold (@reallyreal-madeingold) Day 6: Isn’t It Lovely? (To Die At The Hand of The One You Love) by TemperanceCain Day 7: Amaranthine by Lalaith_Quetzalli (@lalaithquetzallicaresi) Day 8: Wake-Up Call by MamaBewear Day 9: Blush by @aboutafox Day 10: The kitchen won’t collapse if men are cooking! by Liana_Medea

Day 11: Alone by Lalaith_Quetzalli Day 12: The Monster Stomp by a2zmom Day 13: The Circle by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative) Day 14: love thy neighbour by bonniesfire (@lalosalamcnca) Day 15: Fool Me Twice by @oveliagirlhaditright Day 16: I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead by Greensword101  Day 17: Of Prophecies and True Love’s Kiss by @ultramarineorchid Day 18: The Red Gate by @bluestarsandclouds Day 19: Overexcited by AmorousGreen (@calenlily) Day 20: Angelus’s Mercy: Part Two by MCorey1317 Day 21: Being Known by Kean (@keanherself) Day 22: Not Like Before by @buffy-targaryen Day 23: I Can’t Remember by MeTheMermaid (@casenpoint) Day 24: Side Mission by @taaroko Day 25: The Chosen Princess and the Shadow Knight by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative) Day 26: the girl and the ash by claddaghrings (@bangelism) Day 27: Our Little Family by twinkielove6 Day 28: Can It Be Right to Give What I Can Give? by @asoulofstars & blackdragonhellfire Day 29: An Aspect Of by GraceNM Day 30: Six Times Angel Lost Buffy And One Time He Didn’t by @aboutafox

Day 31: Two Hot Whiskeys by Liana_Medea Day 32: It's Just That I Stayed (Too Long) by @buffy-targaryen Day 33: Two Steps Back by a2zmom Day 34: Schism by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative) Day 35: Always by Lalaith_Quetzalli (@lalaithquetzallicaresi) Day 36: On Little Cat Feet by a2zmom Day 37: Freaky Things by @oveliagirlhaditright Day 38: Counterfeit Innocence by @calenlily Day 39: Reverence by Scribes1015 Day 40: Slayer, Interrupted (A Post-Reunion Trilogy Story) by MCorey1317 Day 41: In My Veins by @taaroko

Artworks

1. Sarah Michelle Gellar & David Boreanaz: Bangel stanning over the years. - gifset by @liam-summers 2. Buffy/Angel for “I Will Remember You” Month 2023 - video by @oveliagirlhaditright 3. Forever and Always - video by @bluestarsandclouds 4. She Promised - gif + wallpaper by @lalaithquetzallicaresi 5. Bangelus - Nine Inch Nails - gifset by @marie-moreaus 6. Moments - video by @bluestarsandclouds 7. Buffy and Angel art with chalk brushes - drawing by @kairosimperative 8. Bangel — I Will Remember You - gifset by @marie-moreaus 9. “So, no touching…” / “We stay in touch…” - photoedit by @oveliagirlhaditright 10. Buffy and Angel - Maybe If I Tell Myself Enough - video by @broke-me-into-pieces 11. Buffy and Angel - An Evening I Will Not Forget - video by @bluestarsandclouds 12. AtS 1.08 ♥ I Will Remember You - anniversary gifset by @liam-summers 13. “to live in this world you must be able to do three things…” - gifset by @lalosalamcnca 14. Buffy and Angelus in Innocence - digital painting by @artsying-ifer 15. buffy and angel | work song - video by @bangelism

[linskywords]

(Please excuse the following ramblings. I blame the red wine and my over-enthusiastic anticipation for the sequel)

So Jack's self loathing of his sub designation was because of family attitudes (*cough* his dad) but what if Trevor's is the product of the hockey culture itself?

Like what if Trevor was playing in leagues above his age ever since he could remember. So of course he's subjected to seeing the older kids talk shit about subs in the locker room.

Just picturing baby Trevor watching the other kids gang up on a sub on the ice and call them terrible names.

And that just sticks and permeates in his mind. Sure, maybe his family is more supportive and he knows deep down it doesn't matter to them whether he's a dom or a sub.

But he just can't bring himself to tell anyone because he thinks it's some sort of shameful admission of not being good enough.

And maybe that's why he idolizes Quinn to such a level (real talk Trevor and Quinn's actual relationship is so funny to me. Quinn is just perpetually exhausted and Trevor is an overexcited puppy)

Like maybe one summer while Trevor is staying at the Hughes' lake house, he either catches Quinn subbing or Quinn has a heart to heart with him. And Trevor admires Quinn so much for being so sure of himself, even if he doesn't tell everyone in the world.

And sure, Trevor wishes that could be him. But he's stuck in a world of his own doing.

And he bro talks all of his totally real and definitely not made up domming stories with Jamie because he has a giant crush on him from moment one and will spit exaggerated lies for hours as they chill together on their rooftop because he will do anything to spend time with him.

And Jamie would accept Trevor no matter how he identifies. Jamie just shares dom stories with Trevor because, well, Trevor just gives off this persona of an almost stereotypical dom, so Jamie just assumes.

Like one day when they're chilling on the roof of their shared house, Jamie brings up how he thinks subs should have more rights, subs deserve to play in the league, etc. And Trevor gets so close to just blurting out his no good horrible secret until they're rudely interrupted by Jack calling him.

And maybe Jack offers to lend a hand (in the form of Nico) and (after Trevor's token panic about being found out) he agrees because if there is even a chance he can be as comfortable as Quinn, maybe he can tell Jamie.

So it turns into almost a training regiment (at Nico's request to frame it like training to not have Trevor freak out as much)

Trevor first starts coming over and just watching Nico and Jack scene. And at first he's fidgeting and wants to leave. But the second Jack goes down and goes all hazy eyed, Trevor is just hit with this pang of longing. Like he wants to experience that, even if it's just once.

And they work up from there. Trevor and Jack do small little things, like having Trevor be the little spoon, hand feeding etc. (Jack is ok with it because Nico is still domming but he has just become an extension of Nico, which is so hot in Jack's mind)

Eventually they work up to a scene. And Trevor wants nothing more than being held and loves soft scenes. He loves being taken apart while Nico whispers sweet nothings in his ear and Jack holds his ankles to ground him while Trevor cries. His favorite part is aftercare. He loves being the center of attention and falling asleep being the middle spoon.

....

Now I have no idea where it goes from there. Quite frankly, I'm out of wine and plus you are 100000x better of a writer than I am. I would love to know your thoughts (esp on Trevor's characterization)

Either way, I can't wait for the sequel and know it will be AMAZING! <3

Ahahaha this is amazing!! Your Trevor is so much less bitter and deluded than the one in my head. 😅 In my head, Trevor is super not okay with seeing Jack and Nico together because, like...what Jack is letting Nico do is wrong, right? If it's not wrong, why would Trevor have been depriving himself of this thing that he (er, everyone) wants so badly for so many years?

And, like, sure, he and Jamie can share scening stories, but everyone understands that that's part of the performance. That's what they need to do, to prove to each other that they're doing the thing they're supposed to. It's really impressive that Jamie doesn't slip up very often. Trevor's gotta learn from his example, because he has a sinking feeling he's worse at this than the other guys are, and he's got to get it together before he messes up for real.

[fire-but-ashes-too]

(Writerblr) intro post!

Hi! welcome to my blog! this is my (very late) writerblr/general/artblr intro, or just somewhere with all my general informations :)

please, go on and read *bows*

☆ Ash is my name on here and i go by she/her

★ Im a teen writer and artist, but i dream of acting

☆ im from italy

★ pan ace and quoiromantic (or wtfromantic its the same) (im still kinda questioning tho??? probs demiromantic??? idk?? feelings r weird atm)

☆ entp and introvert

★ im always up for tag games or stuff like that :)

☆ recently added tags! #ash writes- my writing ofc #ash and her rants- just me talking abt random stuff could be anything serious or not #ash on fire- probs me fangirling over something lol i may get overexcited beware

★ i relate to a spiritual and psychological level to black cats and all their other forms (aka regulus black, tori spring, aristotle mendoza etc etc etc)

i mostly write fantasy or fanfiction, but sometimes i engage in various genres as mystery, dystopian or surrealism :)

★ So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

genre: fanfiction

audience: general/ teen and up

tropes: rivals to lovers, college AU, slow burn, a lot of fencing, paris✨

cw/tw: past rape/non con, ptsd, homophobia, wounds/blood

progress: i try to update every week but nothing's promised 🥲

snippet here:

Years ago he’d learned to mask his handwriting, so now he could easily forge any handwriting he wanted, if he was given a good example of it being used. There was something extremely interesting in how each person connected two letters to each other. How they wrote an “ar” was different from how they would write an “or”, how much the words were apart from each other and how much pressure they put in the paper told a lot about someone, to him it was like zodiac signs. He didn’t always have to copy other handwritings, not unless he wanted to throw the blame on that person. He just had to invent a brand new writing style, and be careful to not slip his between the cracks. And that’s exctly what he did in the letter. Before Jesper could finish his monologue about how much he had missed out in the past few months holed up in his office, a blackmail threat was ready to be closed inside the paper envelope, just the signature was missing, but he didn’t bother to add it. A proper threat always had to be anonymous, it was always better to give as little information you could. Everything could be used against you. The maroon wax sealed the opening with a satisfying fizzling and a single wisp of smoke. The clock chimed on the wall, it was already 6 pm, he had to go finish some assignments.

(previously titled: questionable decisions)

☆ The Rogue

genre: fantasy, dystopian

audience: teen and up

setting: a fantasy world im currently busy (trying) building

progress: just vibes really, two mainc characters, a couple sides and an outline plus one of the first chapters, not much really but im working on it

characters:

anne: the rogue from where i took the title.

shes a 17 y/o girl who lives in a bunker in a forest, on the run from the government as she's a "high traitor and liar who must be destroyed".

she has the ability to modify her face and appereance for a while and she has a prosthetic arm connected to her virtual friend Indigo.

thanks to it she's able to teleport and keep track of various things.

alexander: the son of the dictator, he's lived his life in a bubble until 2 years ago, when he finally managed to get more social contacts with people and (slightly) catch up on what he's missed, behind his father's back of course.

he meets anne when she's captured and figures she's his best shot at escaping his father domain.

snippet:

This time, she materialised in the shadows behind a bulding, which gave her enough cove for her to shift her facial features. Her nose a little bigger, her hair some shades brighter, her eyes more elongated and greener than the grass growing outside her doorstep and a splash of freckles to top it all off. It was way harder to do it without a mirror, and way more dangerous. For all she knew, she could’ve been looking like a girl with a fish head, and she didn’t know if that would be better or worse than looking like herself. Anne took out a hat and a silk scarf, she wrapped it around her neck and jumped in a group of tourists gazing at the city. In no time she was in the square, vendor’s stands circling her, colourful flags waving in the wind. She could’ve stayed like that for ever, stuck in the memories of her old life, but she knew it couldn’t last forever.

★ Flowers and Homicide

genre: mystery

audience: general

cw/tw: blood, dead bodies, autopsies

main character: Giada

she's a forensics student who one day stumbles (metaphorically) over a dead body in her neighbour's lawn and starts investigating.

progress: actually finished but in italian sadly so in the translation process

☆ Confessions of a timeless man

genre: short story, surrealistic

audience: teen and up

content warning: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression

plot summary: a man is stuck living the same day over and over, after almost 10 years there, he tries to escape his curse by killing himself

progress: completed XD

(here's my ao3 btw)

you want to know more about me! why than you, here you go!

★ my favourite artists are Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Marina, Lana del Rey, Sabrina Carpenter, Mother Mother and Billie Eilish (theres more but i cant remember whoops)

☆ synesthetic bitch

★ other than writing, art-ing and reading i love baking/cooking and crocheting

☆ theatre kid over here, always up for screaming my lungs out

★ uhhh im a vegetarian

☆ i know a scary amount about death and murder (especially poisons)

★ i dont have a specific vibe, it usually changes every few months or so

☆ i probably have anxiety but ive never been to therapy so idk 💀

★ always up for fangirling :3 (im in too many fandoms *cries* buuut im most active on pjo, marauders, grishaverse and osemanverse, musicals and some books that i have boards for on my pinterest :D)

☆ i am terribly scared of insects, needles and dogs

★ my (quite unusual) sport is aerial dance, a circus speciality that looks really cool but is acctually really painful

☆ my pinterest, spotify and goodreads if by some reason you're really interested in the chaotic human being that i am :)

thank you for reading this farrr🥹🥹

have a great day/night/life :D

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I want to say this as respectfully as I can that it wasn’t your opinion that was the issue, it was the way you and Em expressed that opinion. Much like when you decided you weren’t writing for Michael before you’d seen Saltburn, which was completely understandable with your process of writing. But In both cases you have had friends whose feelings you have hurt in the crossfire due to the way you have spoken about both situations, people can sometimes misconstrue the tone in which you mean things due to your bluntness. Especially when your friends are writing those particular stories you are disagreeing with. I want to point out I still think these other pages are definitely in the wrong for using this situation to justify grudges they have against you already. And the Brazilian situation is ridiculous, you clearly meant you didn’t want overexcited fangirls to scare Ewan on his first con, not that Brazilian girls specifically were at risk of doing so. I would private message you this, but I feel emotions and tensions are high so it’s best sent through anon. You are a very talented writer Ange and it would be a big shame to lose you, I want you to stay very much. I hope this situation can be a learning experience for us all.

I appreciate the politeness. I would appreciate it a lot more if you actually private messaged over sending this anonymously though - I am currently feeling incredibly sad and disheartened with regards to fandom, but I am not a wild animal. I'm not going to attack you if you speak to me directly.

"It's not what you said, it's the way you said it" feels like kind of a strawman argument to me. I am aware I can be blunt, I am aware people perceive my tone as rude when it is not meant to be. My intent is never and never has been to hurt anyone's feelings, and I apologise if my words have hurt others. That is the last thing I want.

I do my best to be mindful with my words, and in this case I wasn't. However, the reaction has been disproportionate to what has actually happened.

I am not back, just clearing through asks.

[vintagepresley]

68′ Comeback Special.... Part 8 (After the special)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 10,276 words 

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Tons of fluff, talks of pregnancy, mention of sleeping pills, shower sex (elvis uses the shower head to play with your clit), fingering, handjob, rough sex, rough choking, cursing, dirty talk, praise, a bit of a mommy kink sprinkled in for elvis, typical elvis stuff. 

Author’s Notes: IT’S FINALLY HERE. Sorry, it took a bit longer than usual for me to write this one, I had serious writer’s block like mid way into the story, lol. But this one got lot of interesting things going on especially for what’s to come in the last two chapters. But we’ve got a good amount of fluff and smut in this one! Prepare yourselves for the ending, it’ll probably make you tear up, I know I got a little emotional writing it. Anyway, I hope you guys love it! Spelling errors possible!!!

For my darling, I love you, and I always will…

The silence still looming over the two of you after you finally revealed your secret to Elvis, you were trying to get a read on his face he looked a bit stunned. “Um, I’m sorry, what did ya say?” he said needing just to hear it one more time just to make sure he heard you correctly. “I’m pregnant…” you muttered once again. You watched as he quickly put out his cigar and sat up in the bed rather quickly. “W-When? H-H… D-Did you just find this out today???” he said fumbling over his words. You shook your head slowly as you sat up now as well. “No… I’ve known for a few weeks now.” You said softly. “Weeks?? Baby, we’ve been talkin’ on the phone every day. Why didn’t ‘cha say somethin’?” he asked. “You had a lot of things happening already, I didn’t want to add more to it.” You uttered. You could see from the boyish grin on his face that he was so happy and excited already, but somehow you didn’t feel the same. You felt unsure of the whole thing.

You watched as Elvis shot up from the bed and went to grab his robe, wrapping himself in it and he came back pacing back and forth excitedly and going on about how happy his dad was going to be. Then he sat back down next to you, his whole body was fidgeting and shaking. “Oh, man.. This is… J-Just wait till I tell the guys!” He said happily. He got up once again pacing and he was honestly making you a bit anxious because he was all over the place. Your heart was breaking though because he was so excited and for some reason you just couldn’t feel the same. “Elvis.” you said softly, but he continued to ramble happily. “Elvis!” you shouted out to him, snapping him out of it. “Yeah, baby?” he said with a smile. “Can you please sit down; you’re making me nervous. “Oh, yeah, I guess I got overexcited.” He smiled, sitting back down on the bed next to you. You grabbed a hold of his hands, staring at him with a small smile.

“I love how excited and happy you are, honey. I do, but we need to talk about this. I-I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” You say, watching that happy boyish smile of his slowly disappear, the sight of it breaking your heart more. He nodded slowly. “I-I-I understand, honey. I mean, did you want to get rid of it? He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. You let out a soft sigh. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what to do. I think I just need a little time to think about it. But I just wanted to tell you.” You say. “Whatever you decide I’ll be here to support you. I-I can maybe ask Dr. Nick if he knows any doctors we can speak with if you choose to get rid of it.” He nodded as he spoke softly. “Thank you, honey. I just need a few days to think about this.” You say, leaning over toward him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He returned your kiss with a small smile, he wouldn’t say this out loud to you, but he was hoping that you’d decide to keep the baby. But he was going to support you no matter what. He knew that there would be some judgement with the two of you not being married, but he didn’t care. This was everything he’s been wanting. But he wasn’t going to let himself get too excited until he knew what you decided on, but as much as he tried to hide it, he was a little upset about the fact you’d even consider getting rid of it.

You tried to change the subject now because the sadness on his face was making you feel so bad for not being just as excited. You curled up next to him, pulling the blankets over you and pressing a kiss to his cheek as you cuddled into his side, he smiled a bit as he looked down at you. “When time are your shows tomorrow?” you asked quietly. “I’ve got a dinner and a midnight show tomorrow.” He responded, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “Maybe we can spend some time together in the morning?” you said, smiling up at him. He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “What did ya have in mind, darlin’?” he said softly. “Just something simple, we can have breakfast together, maybe watch a little tv.” You smiled, you honestly didn’t care what you did, you just wanted to be with him.

He smiled with a nod. “That sounds nice, we can order up a ton of things for breakfast.” He said with a soft chuckle. You smiled at his words and then you watched him reach over into his bedside table, taking out some sleeping pills and you raised eyebrow at him. “We should get to sleep then.” He said softly. “Elvis, you don’t need to take those.” You said looking up at him. “Aw, hell, don’t start with that, baby. You know how bad my insomnia can be. These help me.” He said, shaking a couple pills out into his hand and offering you one. You shook your head at his offer. He shrugged, closing the bottle, and shoving it back in the bedside table, he got up from the bed and grabbed the cup that sat on his bedside table walked into the bathroom, popping the pills into his mouth, turning the bathroom sink and filling the cup up and drinking some of the water, swallowing the pills down. You let out a soft sigh, knowing that he wouldn’t be awake for much longer and you wanted to spend a little more time talking to him, because you knew he’d probably wake up late tomorrow and your time together would be cut short.

He got back into bed with you, setting the cup down, climbing underneath the blankets as he laid down and you scooted back over to him, lying beside him, wrapping your arm around his abdomen, and resting your head against his chest, staring up at him, you felt his arm drape around you. “Will you be up before noon, Elvis?” you asked. “Mhm…” he mumbled out, you were already losing him to his slumber as his pills slowly took effect. “You promise?” you muttered softly. “P-Promise, baby..” he mumbled softly, brushing his hand lightly over your arm, closing his eyes. As you laid there against him you started to hear him snore, you traced your fingers lightly over his chest as you listened to him sleep, draping your leg over his as you cuddled against him, you laid awake for a few hours just thinking about what you were going to do about the pregnancy, the excitement on Elvis’ face that replayed in your mind after you told him, which made you smile to yourself. You let out a soft sigh and knew if you kept thinking about this, you’d get no sleep, so you shook off the feelings and you carefully reached over to his bedside table, deciding to take one of his sleeping pills, reaching over for his water and taking a sip, swallowing your pill down, resting comfortably against him again, eventually dozing off.

The morning had come quick and you had woken up still laying in Elvis’ arms who was still knocked out cold, you lifted your head a bit and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek as he snored away, you carefully slipped yourself out of his arms, a chill coming over your naked body from the coldness of the room, you slipped into the bathroom grabbing a robe and slipping it on and tying it closed, you came back into the bedroom that was a complete mess after yesterday’s dramatics, you picked up Elvis’ watch that sat on the bedside table, checking the time and seeing that it was 10:30am. You glanced down at Elvis, hoping he would wake up soon so you could spend some time together. But you decide to order breakfast for the both of you since you were quite hungry and craving an assortment of things. You quietly walked out of the bedroom into the main part of the suite, grabbing the phone and calling down for room service, once someone answered you ordered Elvis some bacon and eggs with side of potatoes and a pot of coffee. Then for yourself you ordered some chocolate chip pancakes with eggs, a side fruit and some orange juice. You couldn’t decide on just getting one thing and your appetite was slowly changing. Once they said the food would be up shortly, you thanked them and hung up.

You walked back into the bedroom and climbing into bed with Elvis, gently shaking him to wake up. “Elvis.. Elvis, honey…” you said softly. He let out soft groan turning over in his sleep, you continued to try to wake him up, it was always a process to get him up in the mornings. You eventually gave up and decided to wait until he got himself up. You climbed off the bed and headed back into the main suite, shutting the bedroom door. You decided to call Jerry and Sandy’s room, hoping to speak with Sandy and updating her on the whole pregnancy debacle. The line shrilled for a few moments until you heard the line click and Sandy’s voice on the other end. “Hello?” “Sandy! Just the person I was trying to reach.” You said softly with a laugh. “Hi, y/n! I’ve been meaning to call you, I’m sorry for telling Jerry.” She says. “It’s alright, if there’s anyone other than Elvis, I’d want to know it’s you and Jerry. Speaking of… I finally told him last night.” You say quietly. “Oh my gosh, how did it go?” she says curiously. “Pretty much how I expected, he was excited. But I had to tell him that I wasn’t sure if I wanted this yet. He didn’t take that too well, but he understands. So, he’s leaving it up to me to decide on what to do. Y’know keeping it or… the other option.” You mumbled.

“Have you decided on what to do?” she asks. “I-I don’t know. Part of me wants to keep it especially with seeing how happy he was, but the other part of me is like are you really ready for that kind of responsibility and the changes that’ll come.” You say letting out a soft sigh. You suddenly hear a bit of commotion coming the bedroom, assuming Elvis was getting up. “I’ve gotta go. I think Elvis is awake, I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered over the phone. “Talk to you later.” She said and you both hung up the phone. You made your way into the bedroom to see Elvis was out of bed, but you could hear him in the bathroom, so you waited for him to come out and once he did, he was smiling at you. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake yet, honey.” You said softly, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, hugging his waist. You stared up at him with a grin. He smiled, wrapping an arm around you, and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promised ya I’d be up before noon, didn’t I?” he said playfully. You nodded with a smile. “I ordered us some breakfast.” You say, pulling away from him, but holding onto his hand. “Thank goodness, I’m starvin’.” He said with a grin.

You tugged at him gently, leading him into the main part of his suite and you let go of his hand, walking over to the record player, looking through some of his records, he walked up behind you, and you felt his arms wrapping around your waist, one of his hands gently rubbing over your stomach, you quickly turned around his arms, you didn’t want him getting attached the life inside of you until you made your decision, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a smile. “Can you pick something for us to listen to? You asked him sweetly. He leaned down pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Of course, baby. I have a song I want you to listen to, I’ve been thinking about including it in my shows.” He nodded with a smile. “Really? I’d love to hear it! What’s it called?” you grinned up at him. “Just Pretend.” He smiled. “Hm.. Sounds interesting.” You giggled. You heard a knock at the door, kissed his cheek and pulled away, knowing it was probably the food, as you were answering the door, he was finding the demo he had recorded of the song, you thanked the bellhop and then started wheeling the tray over to the dining room table and began to set the table for you both.

Elvis had put the record on, and you heard the softness of his voice ringing out through the speakers, it sounded beautiful, it brought a smile to your face, you always loved when he sang ballads, he just had the voice for them. Once you finished setting the table you turned to face him, and he was already walking in your direction. “Whatdaya think, honey? Be honest with me.” he said as he sat down at the table, you poured him a cup of coffee and you sat down next to him, smiling. “I love it, Elvis. Your voice sounds incredible, but then again it always does. The lyrics and the melody are amazing. It’s perfect for your voice. It’s a really beautiful song.” You say with a smile. “You think so?” he says with a grin. You nodded with a smile. “You should add it to the show.” You say, as you cover pancakes in syrup. “Maybe.” He says, taking a sip of his coffee and took a few bites of his food. He glanced over at the stack of chocolate chip pancakes on your plate. “Can I try some?” he said with smile. “Elvis, you’re allergic to chocolate, aren’t you?.” You say with a soft laugh. “I get a little puffy, it’s fine. Just a few bites.” He says. You rolled your eyes at him, cutting a few pieces off for him and then feeding them to him, he chewed happily giving you a wink.

You giggled softly, it was moments like this with him that you enjoyed, there was something so sweet, and innocent about it. The side of him only you got see in private, the side you absolutely adored. He was like a little spoiled baby sometimes wanting to be taken care of and pampered, but sometimes it was something so simple like you feeding him. He grinned and started eating his own food now, you happily ate your pancakes. He was sipping his coffee and staring over at you he cleared his throat quietly. “So, the baby… I think we should talk about it.” he says. You looked over at him, shaking your head. “Elvis, please... I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You say softly. “P-Part of me hopes you keep it, honey.” He says quietly. You let out a soft sigh at his words, setting down your fork and now you weren’t even looking at him. “And if I decided to get rid of it? Will you hate me? Resent me?” you blurted out, peering up at him.

“What? Baby, of course not.” He said as he reached over to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. “Look at me, little…” he said softly. You slowly raised your head up and now you were staring into his blue eyes. “Nothing, I mean nothing... Could ever make me feel that way toward you, baby. I will respect anything you decide. But can I ask something?” he says. You nod your head slowly, listening to him intently. “What is it that has you unsure or afraid?” he asks curiously.

You let out a sharp exhale. “Everything. Things will change if I have this baby. I fear things between us will change. Seeing how well your show went last night and you doing more and probably going on tour, how’s that all going to work?” you say softly. “Don’t be silly, little one. Nothin’ is going to change between us, and you shouldn’t worry about all that. You’d both be well taken care of even if I am away for a bit.” He says bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing small kisses to it. “Elvis… I’m not worried about you taking care of us. I know you will. I’m just worried about you not finding me attractive anymore.” You said with a small pout. He furrowed his brow a bit at your words, shaking his head, patted his lap and gestured for you to come to him. “C’mere, little girl.” He said softly. You slowly got up from your chair and you walked over to him, sitting down on his lap and settling yourself there, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you stared at him with the same small pout. He slipped an arm around your waist and then brought his other hand up to your face, resting his index finger beneath your chin. “I am always going to find you attractive, hell… I can’t keep my hands off ya and that’s not going to change if you have a baby.” He said softly, learning up to press a loving kiss to your lips. “You’re beautiful. You’ll always be beautiful. My sweet girl.” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

Your pout turned into a smile, and you could feel yourself blushing at his words, returning each of his loving kisses. “You mean that, Elvis?” you purred softly against his lips. “Mhm..” he mumbled, capturing your lips in another kiss and then you felt him lifting you into his arms as he jumped up out of his chair, you let out a soft squeal, clinging to him tighter. “Elvis!” you giggled. He grinned walking you over to the couch and gently laying you down, you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him walk over to the record player to put on a record by The Ink Spots and you smiled to yourself, while some of the music he chose was rather old, it was quite romantic. He walked back over the couch with a grin, and he climbed on top of you, the weight of his body against your own only furthered your desire for him more, you brought your hands up to his face, your fingertips lightly caressing his cheeks as your eyes studied every part of his face, your eyes meeting and gazing into one another’s as the music played softly in the background. It all felt like something out of a movie. You didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as you loved him. How could I possibly get rid of this baby? There’s no way… He’d be such a wonderful father…Before your mind could even continue to drift off further, Elvis’ lips were against yours, kissing you passionately, your hands moved to rest on his shoulders, as you kissed him back a soft sound escaping you as you kissed, your legs moving to wrap around his waist.

His soft lips trailing down your chin and down to your neck, the feeling of his soft kisses against your skin causing a slight shiver to run throughout your body, you watched as he slowly opened your robe, revealing your breasts and he slowly kissed down to them, you let out a gasp when you felt his lips kiss over them and gazed lightly over your nipples, his lips were giving your breasts extra attention that it caused a soft whimper to escape you, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to kiss every single part of your body with those beautiful soft lips, and without even realizing it the words, “More…More…” escaped your lips in a whisper. The more he opened your robe the further he kissed down your body. Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door, but Elvis completely ignored it, continuing to tease your body with his kisses, so you also ignored it. But then the knock happened again, it just happened to be Joe and his knock was louder this time as he heard the music coming from inside. “EP. The Colonel wants to see you.” Joe shouted. You both let out an annoyed groan, knowing that he was going to have to answer it. “I’ll make him go away, baby.” He mumbled, pecking your lips softly before he got up off the couch, fixing his robe.

You let out a soft sigh, as he went to answer the door you sat up, closing your robe and fixing your hair, staring over in his direction as he and Joe conversated among themselves about something you couldn’t make out and once he had gotten rid of him and closed the door, he turned around and letting out a sigh as he shook his head. “Something the matter, honey?” you asked. “The Colonel just wants to see me in his office is all.” He says. You got up from the couch and walked over to him, taking his hands into yours and you pouted playfully. “Right now?” you say softly. He nodded and a small “Mhm.” Escaping him and he leaned down pressing several kisses to your lips. “But I’m not done playing with you, little one.” He mumbled and started walking to the bedroom, guiding you with him and you let out a soft giggle as you followed and he led you into the bathroom with him, starting the shower for the two of you.

Elvis had turned his attention to you, pulling you close to him by the front of your robe and ever so slowly untying it, you stared up at him as you bit down on your bottom lip, his hands pushing the fabric of the robe down your shoulders until it slipped off your frame and into a puddle on the floor, you stood completely naked in front of him, something that still made you super shy because of the way he always looked at you, like he was looking at you for the first time, every time. He stepped closer to you, his hands running along every curve of your body, his lips pressing gently against your cheek. You inhaled sharply from his gentle touching and kisses, he pulled back and took his robe off and it falling to the ground beside your own. “C’mon..” he said softly, grabbing a hold of your hand and leading you into the steaming shower, the warmth of the water raining down onto your bodies, soaking your hair. You felt Elvis grab your waist and he turned you around your back facing him, now he was pressing his body up against yours, you could feel his cock growing hard against your ass, and you let out a soft noise.

He had one arm wrapped around your waist and then with his other hand he ran it gently over your breasts, pressing small kisses to the back of your neck and down your shoulder blade, you leaned into him, wanting to just melt right into his arms. He grabbed the bar of soap and began to run it over your body slowly, causing suds to form on your body, you watched his hand move over every inch of your body with the soap, he was being so delicate, gentle and a bit of a tease, you watched as his hand moved between your thighs, you chewed at the inside of your cheek, feeling his hand so close to the heat between your legs, so desperate for his touch as you always were. You felt his hand move away and he was putting the soap down and now he was reaching up for the shower head that was removable, a playful grin on his lips as he brought it down between your legs, the pressure from the water hitting against your thigh made your body jolt slightly and then he parted your legs a bit further, changing the setting on the shower head as he aimed it directly onto your clit, your body shivered instantly at the sensation, squirming in his arms as a soft whimper escaped you.

His lips were hovering against your skin, sucking gently at the nape of your neck, the pressure of the water against your clit causing such friction and a sensation you had never felt before, you were moaning softly, your toes curling against the bathtub floor, your right hand reaching back to grab his cock, wrapping your hand around it and slowly pumping it in your hand, he let out a soft groan against your neck. He reached over and switched the water temperature to cold, the sudden change sent your body quivering all over and wanting to close your legs around the shower head, but he wouldn’t allow it, he propped your leg up, having your foot resting against the brim of the bathtub, your moans only growing louder, your head tilting back against his chest, your eyes rolling back as your hand continued to pump his cock at a swift and steady pace. Elvis kissed up to your ear slowly a smirk on his lips. “I want you to finger yourself for me, little one...” he mumbled between his groans.

You raised an eyebrow at his words, tilting your head to look at him with your usual innocent look. He placed his hand over yours, sliding your hand down between your legs. “Do it…” he whispered demandingly. You nodded your head slowly at his demands, you felt him grab two of your fingers and he forced them into you, you squirmed in his arms, letting out a louder moan. The intensity of the water against your clit and your fingers inside of you made everything even more pleasurable, all the while you were still pumping his cock in your hand, hearing his groans vibrating against your skin. You started to finger yourself using slow movements and you watched as he switched the temperature of the water back to hot, you let out a small squeal the sudden change of temperature only made you more sensitive to his little game, but the feeling was completely euphoric and erotic in the way that he was able to make your body feel this way. You began to pump your fingers a bit steadier inside your pussy, you could feel just how wet he had made you become, your eyes were rolling back as you felt him change up the setting on the shower head, this time the water was hitting your clit in a more intense way, he started moving the shower head up and down, letting the pressure of the water tease your clit, you didn’t know much longer you’d be able to take of this. You knew if he kept this up, you’d be cumming in a matter of minutes.

“E-Elvis… I-I want you inside of me..” you mumbled out breathlessly. It caused a smirk to form on his lips, he shook his head slowly. “Mm.. We don’t have time, little one… But I’m gonna make you cum for me.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a small whimper at his words, your body completely at his mercy begging for him to give you what you want. He reached down to remove your fingers from your pussy and shoved two of his long fingers inside of you, you felt yourself clench around them, you tightened your grip a bit on his cock, stroking him slow and long, feeling him throbbing in your hand, only furthering the sounds that escaped him to grow louder. He was moving the showerhead back and forth against you, the water hitting against your clit in rhythm along with his fingers that were deep inside of you, curling in such a way that they hit the spots that you loved. Your breathing was becoming heavy, the stimulation of the water and his fingers caused so much tension to grow within you that could feel your orgasm building, aching to be released.

You felt his lips against your shoulder, pressing light kisses as he kept up the tempo that he was playing with your body, while your hand continued to stroke and pump his cock at a quicker pace, the noises escaping the both of you only growing louder as you both approached your orgasms, you felt your body tense up, your toes curling against the tub, your free hand reaching up to claw at the shower curtain as you mumbled out the words, “Fuck, Elvis...” between each moan, your legs trembling as you felt yourself finally let go and cum all over his fingers. Elvis’ groans muffled against your skin, and you suddenly felt the warmth of his cum squirting out against your ass and he let out a soft, “Mm..” against your ear, dropping the showerhead and slowly pulling his fingers out of you, a quiet whimper escaping your lips at the feeling and you leaned against him as you tried to compose yourself, you felt his arms wrapping around your waist and you tilted your head up to look back at him, reaching you’re a hand up to place on the back of his head, lightly running your fingers through his hair.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips with a smirk and then he turned you around to face him, you stared up at him with a big smile, tracing your hand gently against his abdomen. “Well… That was different...” you said softly with a giggle. He grinned and nodded his head slowly. “Mhm…” he said teasingly. You bit down on your bottom lip a sly smirk on your face, and you bent down to put the showerhead where it belongs. “After your shows tonight, maybe I’ll reward you.” You say, reaching down to graze your hand over his cock. “Mm.. I’ll be thinking about that all day now…” he muttered, smirking. “I hope the very thought of it gets you hard on stage.” You cooed, licking your lips. “Fuck… You’re such a tease, baby.” He growled. “Mhm.. Well, you better hurry up for your meeting with the Colonel!” You say with a smirk, kissing his cheek softly before stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it tightly around your body, walking back into the bedroom and proceeding to search for an outfit to wear.

Once you found an outfit you were satisfied with you sat at the vanity to do your makeup as usual and not doing too much or too little, once you finished you got up and removed your towel and began to get dressed, you decided on a dark brown mini skirt giving it some flair by adding a chain tassel belt and then you paired the skirt with a green tank top, tucking it into the skirt. As for jewelry you added an arm cuff to your right arm and simple necklace to match and some of earrings, as you were finishing up you hear Elvis finishing up with his shower and moments later, he comes out in his robe and you smile at him, giving him a twirl. “What do you think of my outfit for tonight, honey?” you say happily. He chuckles softly as he gives your outfit a glance. “You look like a hippie.” He says with a smirk, shaking his head. “You don’t like it?” you say with a playful pout. He walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I like it, baby.” He said with a grin, kissing your forehead once again before pulling away and getting dressed. You smiled at his words, sitting down on the bed, leaning back on your elbows as you watched him get ready. “What do you plan on doing until tonight, baby?” he asked giving you a glance with a smile as he continued to get dressed. “Besides waiting around all day until I see you tonight?” you laughed softly. “Don’t get cute.” He said rolling his eyes playfully.

You laughed softly and then you shrugged. “I don’t know, why?” you asked curiously. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come down to rehearsals, it’d be nice to have you there.” He smiled as he went over to the mirror at the vanity to start fixing his hair. “Yes, I’d love to!” you beamed, staring at him as he fixed his hair in the mirror, your eyes slowly looking over his outfit, he looked handsome but that wasn’t surprising wearing a long-sleeved blue striped shirt with most of it unbuttoned revealing his chest, with a pair of black pants and one of his flashy big belts to go along with it. You loved watching him get ready, he always had sort of a routine, there was no doubt that he was very humble, but there was always a bit of vanity in him, especially when it came to his appearance. You smiled as you watched him grab your eyeliner, you climbed off the bed and walked over to him. “Sit down, baby.” You say softly, taking the eyeliner from his hands, he raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smile on his lips as he sat down in the chair. “What are you doing?” he asked as you climbed into his lap. “I want to help you with your eyeliner.” You say with a smile, holding his face still with your other hand as you slowly and carefully began to do his eye makeup for him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he sat still for you. You smiled at him as you continued to do his eyeliner. Once you were done you put down the eyeliner and then grabbed the mascara and began to put a bit on his lashes the way he liked, gently caressing his face with your other hand. “You’re so beautiful.” You mumbled softly. He laughed not knowing how to respond to that, you knew he wouldn’t be able to take what you said seriously, but it was true. He had a face like no other, every curve, every line was just perfect. Simply Beautiful. Once you were done you climbed off his lap and standing back to look at your work and then you leaned down, cupping his face in your hands and then kissing his lips softly. “All done.” You mumbled against them. He turned to look in the mirror, checking himself out as he smiled. “It looks good... Hell, better than when I do it.” He said with a soft chuckle.

You smiled at his words, reaching over to fix the collar of his shirt as you smoothed it out a bit, staring up at him and catching a glimpse of his cute smile. “Will you be going to rehearsals after you meet with the Colonel?” you asked. He nodded, slipping an arm around your waist. “I’ll have one of the guys come up and get ya, honey. I’m really excited for you to come and introduce you to everyone.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to see my handsome man at work.” You said with a giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He chuckled at your words, returning your kiss. "I better go before the Colonel comes down here lookin’ for me.” He said rolling his eyes. “Yeah, we don’t need that…” you laughed as you watched Elvis grab a pair of his glasses, slipping them on and then he grabbed your hand leading you back out of the bedroom with him to walk him to the door. “Whatever this meeting is it shouldn’t be long. So, someone should be up soon to get ya, darlin’.” He said, opening the door to the suite, and you saw Joe and Sonny standing out in the hall waiting for him. You nodded at his words, leaning up to place a quick kiss to his cheek and you watched as he left with the two men, shutting the door.

You let out a soft happy sigh, you were so excited to see Elvis rehearse because it would be a first for you to see him truly in his element of creating the beautiful music he sings. You walked back over to the table where your breakfast still sat, and you picked over the food a bit as you ate some of it. You glanced down at your stomach, giving this whole baby thing another thought. Elvis made all your insecurities go away and part of you was starting to consider motherhood even though that still scared you, because what did you know about being a mother. You were still a baby yourself, that’s how Elvis treated you and made you feel, and you knew that the thought that was running through your head right now sounded ridiculous, but you didn’t want to share Elvis with anyone, not even with a baby. You were his baby. It was such childish way of thinking, it’s just how you felt. But you couldn’t stop picturing the excited expression on his face last night from news and how cute he was being that he literally couldn’t sit still. Maybe having a baby won’t be the worst thing to happen... This was going to be one of the hardest decisions of your life, but a decision had to be made soon before it became too late to get rid of it, but you shook off the thoughts not wanting to think about that right now and you started cleaning up, that was always a good distraction for you.

Meanwhile Elvis was in the Colonel’s office where they were discussing what was to come next and possible touring dates, unfortunately not overseas like Elvis wanted, but an American tour, he also gets news that the international hotel and the Colonel had drawn up a contract with Elvis playing at the hotel for a month out of year for the next 5 years, Elvis didn’t really like that because this wasn’t supposed to be a permanent thing, but he wasn’t one to argue when it came to the Colonel and business because he always ensured him that it’s good money and that it would not come to any cost to them. Elvis hesitantly agreed only because the promise of a tour. Even though it wasn’t everything he had wanted he was excited nonetheless because he just wanted to perform and do the thing, he loved the most and he figured he’d be doing that, might as well enjoy it. He couldn’t wait to tell you the news, once he left the Colonel’s office, he asked Joe to go back to his suite and bring you down to where he was rehearsing, he and Sonny headed down as Joe went to get you.

You had the suite a bit tidy now even trying to clean up the mess you and Elvis had made in the bedroom, doing your best to make it a bit easier on housekeeping. You heard a knock at the door, and you stopped what you were doing and went to answer it, smiling when you see its Joe. “Hey, Y/N, Elvis is wants me to bring you down now.” He said with a smile. “Okay, did his meeting the Colonel go well?” you asked as you grabbed your purse and headed out of the suite with him. “Well, he didn’t come out yelling. So, that was a good sign.” He laughed. You let out a soft chuckle. “That is a good sign, so he’ll be in good spirits.” You smiled as you both stepped onto the elevator and Joe pushed the button to the floor you were going to. “How’s Joanie doing? I didn’t get a chance to see her last night.” You say trying to make small talk. “She’s good. You’ll probably get a chance to see her tonight after the first show.” He nodded with a smile. You smiled and as soon as the elevator doors opened you both headed out and you followed behind Joe, you could hear the faint sounds of music playing and Elvis’ voice harmonizing along which brought a big smile to your face as you got more excited.

As you both approached the door to the rehearsal room, Joe opened the door for you and you walked inside everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing, you stood there fidgeting with your hands nervously and Elvis turned around and smiled widely when he saw you, he came waltzing over to you happily as if he didn’t just see you like an hour ago, which you thought was cute, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight. You returned his loving hug, inhaling his scent as you nuzzled your face into his chest a bit before he pulled away. “I’m so happy you’re here, I also have some news to share. But we’ll talk about that later, little.” He said. “Oh? I hope it’s good news!” you beamed. “It is, honey. C’mon, I wanna introduce ya to everyone.” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand and you couldn’t help but laugh, sometimes it felt like he was showing you off more than really introducing you to people. He led you over to everyone and made introductions with all of them, it felt like a whole new world with him in this element. Once he finished introducing you to everyone it felt like your head was spinning.

You watched as he went and grabbed you a chair, setting it off to the side so you could have the best view of everything, especially him. “Sit here, honey. N-Now I’ll want your honest opinion on some of these songs.” He said. You sat down, smiling up at him as you nodded. “I promise to give my honest opinion.” You laughed softly, knowing not to be too honest you did that once before and his anger got the better of him. You knew how things worked with Elvis, he wanted you to be honest but not to the point of embarrassing him or making him think you know better than him when it came to music. You watched him walk back to his seat and you were so excited that you could hardly sit still, you knew what a perfectionist he was especially when he’d play his demos for you and he’d still find something wrong even though it sounded perfect. So you weren’t sure what to expect from the rehearsal.

But the first song they began to play was Words by The Bee Gees, a song that was rather slow, but the way Elvis sang it gave it a faster tempo, and it was more upbeat. You were always amazed at how he was able to make songs sound so different that you completely forget what the original song even sounded like. You couldn’t stop smiling just watching him doing what he did best, what made him happy. It was fascinating to see how well of an ear he had for music the littlest mistake he could hear. It wasn’t all work and seriousness, they all made jokes and horsed around, especially with Elvis changing the lyrics to the songs and making them dirty. He then went into singing ‘Mary in the Morning’ and changing the name from Mary to Y/N, he was grinning over at you with that cheeky look of his as he sang directly to you, you couldn’t help but get shy and flustered. All the while thinking how sweet he was and the amount of love that you felt for him, he truly was the love of your life. No one else could make you feel the way he made you feel... Like a little girl and a woman all at the same time.

The rehearsals went on for another hour so until it was time for him and everyone to get ready for the first show, he came over to you with a wide smile. “What did you think?” he asked, placing a hand on your waist. “It was amazing, Elvis. Truly. I love seeing you do the thing you love. The songs are beautiful.” You smiled up at him. You swear you caught him almost blushing from your words, he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “Thank you, baby. I’ll see you at the show, don’t you go leaving in the middle of it again.” He said jokingly. “I won’t.” you said with a smile, watching him leave with everyone else and then Jerry came over to escort you out and he took to where some of the other guys were with some of the wives as everyone waited until it was time to go in and get your seats. Sandy had spotted you when she had entered the room, kissed Jerry, and then made her way to you, plopping down on the couch beside you, grinning ear to ear.

“Soooo, any other news on the B-A-B-Y.” she whispered, it always made you laugh at how nosy Sandy could be sometimes and how she was always wanting to know the happenings of everything, but you enjoyed that about her. You glanced around not really wanting the others to hear. “No, I mean, we talked about it again because he insisted, he reassured me of some things I was worried about. So, I don’t know... I might keep it. I just know it’d break his heart if I didn’t. He didn’t say that, but I just know it would.” you said with a shrug, Sandy seemed like she was over the moon about the possibility of you keeping it. “I call dibs on being the godmother if you do. Wow, Elvis as a father... That’s hard to picture.” She whispered and you both laughed. “You’d definitely be a godmother. Yeah, he’d be a good father, though. It’d be just as spoiled as he is.” You laughed.

Jerry came over to you now and gestured for you to come with him because it was time for all of you to go in and Elvis had you sitting in the same booth as his father and Dee, so he’d be able to see you in the crowd. You all got up and you followed behind Jerry to your seat, thanking him. You watched as he showroom quickly began to fill and it seemed it was more packed than it was on the first night, which didn’t seem possible because yesterday was pure madness with the roaring and screaming of the crowd and it only got crazier tonight, with the women now trying to climb up onto the stage trying to steal a kiss from Elvis, you didn’t let your jealously get the better of you this time, because you knew he was only doing his job and feeding them this version of Elvis Presley. You made it through both shows surprisingly not tired at all with a small intermission in between the two, he was amazing as always, putting on the show of a lifetime and strutting around on stage with such confidence and breaking out into karate moves in between songs. He was a bit looser tonight and not as nervous, cracking jobs and making the crowd laugh.

The entire time you were watching him you just couldn’t get over the fact that he belonged to you, that you were the woman that got to be by his side, share a bed with and live with him. That you knew him better than all these other women thought they knew him. You were the luckiest girl in the world who was pregnant with his child who would be the luckiest kid in the world to have him as a father. Jerry had come to get you once the second show was ending and you assumed he was going to be bringing you backstage to Elvis, but that wasn’t the case. “Elvis wants me to bring you up to the suite, he said he’d be up shortly.” He said with a smile, you nodded, getting up and following Jerry to the elevator as you two made your way up to the suite. Before you went inside, you hugged Jerry and thanked him and then turned to walk inside of the suite, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse and you walked over to the couch throwing yourself onto it and you laid there patiently waiting for the man of the hour.

Moments had passed and you heard the door opening, you propped yourself on your elbows, seeing Elvis walk through that door, still in his jumpsuit that hugged his body in a way that you loved, and he was still a bit sweaty. He came waltzing over to you with a smirk. “I see your already in a good position to give me my reward you promised.” He said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. “Is sex always on your mind, Elvis?” you laughed. He chuckled at your words as he sat down on the edge of the couch beside you, combing his fingers through your hair as you stared up at him. “No, not always, but if you’re layin’ like this in that short skirt, it’s hard not to think about it. Plus, after a show I’m always a little revved up, honey.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Speaking of what did you think of the show?” he asked curiously. You returned his kiss with a smile. “It was wonderful. I could tell you weren’t so nervous this time.” you said, reaching up to brush strands of his messy hair out of his face. “Thank you, baby, that means a lot.” He smiled, kissing your lips again and now he was getting up onto the couch and hovering above you and you placed your hand against his chest to stop him, not surprised that he was trying to jump your bones already after probably thinking about fucking you the entire time he was performing.

“Don’t you want to shower first?” you asked. “Why? Do I smell?” he asked with a laugh. “Of course not. But I’m sure you want to unwind.” You said with a smile. “Nah, honey, I’m all turned on from being out there and lookin’ at you the whole night.” He said with a grin. You giggled softly. “Mm, I’m sure.” you smirked, watching him eyeing your skirt. You reached down, tugging it up, revealing your panties that he wasted no time removing and tossing to the floor, he spread your legs wide open, moving in between them, you watched eagerly, biting your bottom lip. He really did look incredibly sexy after a show, you loved the sweat that dripped down his face and his hairy chest, the feeling of it against your skin when you made love, making you just as dirty and messy as he was. You snapped out of your daydreaming of Elvis fucking you, you lifted your shirt up over your head and tossing it to the floor and he smirked at the sight of you not wearing a bra. He reached down to unzip his suit enough to pull his cock out that was already growing hard in his hand.

You reached up wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down against you, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you. “Take what’s yours, baby. Fuck your reward.” You mumbled against his ear, letting out a soft whimper against it. “Well, shit, keep talkin’ to me like that, baby.” He said with a smirk, teasing your wet pussy with the head of his cock, slapping it gently against your clit, you let out a soft moan against his ear. “Don’t tease me, Elvis.. I want you deep inside of me.” You mumbled. You could tell your dirty talk was sending him over the edge, because he was forcing his cock inside of you roughly, you cried out against his ear, whimpering softly. “Such a good boy, I want you to fuck me hard..” you cooed in his ear. “Fuck, I love you.” He said between his groans, picking up the pace rather quickly as his hips slammed into your own, forcing every inch of himself inside of you with each thrust he made, you held onto him, gripping the fabric of his jumpsuit as your moans grew louder.

“Y-Yes, baby, just like that…” you moaned out, tilting your head back against the couch as he fucked you with a roughness you never felt before, he grabbed a hold of your hips, holding you down on the couch as he fucked you mercilessly. You brought your hands down to your breasts, cupping them tightly in your hands as you arched your back, moaning out his name loudly and mumbling a few words after repeatedly, “You’re such a good boy...” which you knew he loved hearing, he got off on it. His rings on his hands were piercing your skin the tighter he gripped your waist, leaving bruises behind, his sweat dripping down onto your body, only furthering the pleasure that you felt, he was groaning loudly against your neck, breathing heavily, almost out of breath but he kept up the rough tempo and rhythm within you, it felt like he was destroying you from the inside, you grabbed one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat. “Choke me, Elvis… Don’t you dare hold back..” You whispered. You knew the high he was riding after his shows did things to him and you knew it’d be the perfect time to get him to be as rough as he can be.

He was shocked at your behavior, but he was loving every minute of it, he had to admit you kept things interesting each time you had sex. He never knew what to expect from you. He wrapped his hand around your throat tight and it happened to be the hand with the most rings on it, so the coldness from them sent shivers down your spine and you whimpered from the rough feeling of them and him tightening his grip around your throat, making it hard for you to breath, you gasped softly as your moans slipped out muffled and now you were rocking your hips along with his movements, tangling one of your hands in his hair and tugging at it roughly, the both of you moaning and making all sorts of noises as your bodies collided with one another roughly, your orgasms rapidly approaching, you both reaching that peak of pure bliss. “D-Don’t you let a drop of your cum spill out of me, baby..” your words coming out muffled as his hand was still wrapped tight around your throat.

That completely sent him into a frenzy when he heard those words and he felt his body completely tense up on him, making him lose control as he reached his orgasm, filling you up with his cum that came shooting out of him, your body shook beneath him when you felt him cum and that’s when your body finally gave in and you came all over his cock, holding onto his hand that was around your neck as the two of you road out your orgasms together until you came to a stop, he let go of your throat, pulling himself out of you and collapsing on top of you, his body weight heavy on you, as he laid his head on your chest, breathing so heavy he couldn’t even speak. You combed your fingers through hair delicately, as you tried to catch your breath, giggling to yourself because of how crazy you made him, you glanced down at him, hugging your body and nuzzling his face into your chest. “Goddamn, woman… You are dirty little girl.” He mumbled against you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shrugging. “It’s your fault, you bring those things out of me.” You grinned. He finally lifted his head up, kissing the small bruises he left behind on your neck and kissing up to your lips, you kissed him back softly. “I love you, Y/N. God do I love ya, baby.” he chuckled. “I love you too, Elvis.” You grinned, kissing his lips once more. “Now I can shower.” He laughed, sitting up and tucking himself back into his suit, but before he could get up, you pulled him back to you. “Wait, I want to tell you something, honey.” You said softly. “Okay, tell me what?” he asked, smiling at you. “I know I said I needed a few days, but I don’t think I do. I’ve decided on keeping the baby…” you say softly. You watched the same excited expression form on his face from last night. “Are you serious, honey?” he asked. “Yes, Elvis, I am.” You smiled at him. “Holy shit, this is actually happening… I-I’m going to be a father.” He said excitedly, you watched as he couldn’t sit still again, beaming with happiness, which only made you even happier. “Well, I guess now’s a good time then.” He said as he walked into the bedroom abruptly, you sat up now with a confused look on your face.

“A good time for what?” you shouted out to him; you could hear him fumbling around in the drawers of his bedside table. “Elvis?” you called out to him, wondering what he was talking about. Then you saw him reappear from the bedroom, his hand behind his back and you were staring at him with an eyebrow raised. “What’s going on? What is this a good time for?” you questioned him. He walked toward you now, standing directly in front of you and then you watched as he dropped down onto one knee, his hand emerging from his back in front of you, a small black box in the palm of his hand, he opened it slowly and you felt your heart drop to your stomach and a lump forming in your throat once you realized what he was doing, the ring was enormous, it had a huge diamond in the middle with smaller ones surrounding it. “E-Elvis…” you say softly, your eyes already welling up with tears. “Wait a minute, baby… Let me just say what I need to say to you.” He said with a smile.

You nodded at his words, trying your best to keep the tears from flowing as he took a hold of your hand, pressing several kisses against it. “I don’t even know where to begin when it comes to you, I love you so much, I think I’ve always loved you from the moment I saw you from that tiny stage at the special. The prettiest little girl in the crowd, starin’ at me with those innocent doe eyes of yours.” He chuckled and that caused you to giggle, he held your hand tight, and you could tell he was nervous because his hand was shaking. “I didn’t think I’d fall this hard, but here we are, gettin’ to know you this past year has been a dream. We fight like hell sometimes and you can be a bit overdramatic, but it only makes me fall for you more. You know me better than anymore, honestly. You listen to me better than anyone, understand me. I truly believe my mother would’ve loved you, I believe she sent you to me.” He says with a big smile, by this point the tears were streaming down your face and you were a crying mess, he reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You watched him take the ring out and set the small box aside and he grabbed your hand again, he stared up at you with his blue eyes that were so soft in this moment, you anxiously waited for him to say those four little words.

“Y/N, baby, will ya marry me?” he asked softly, slowly sliding the ring onto your finger, pressing another kiss to your hand. You couldn’t stop crying now, staring down at the ring at your finger and then back at him, you leaned forward, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight. “Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you!” you said, pulling back from him and planting a loving kiss to his lips as you cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so so much, Elvis. That was so beautiful.” You said sniffling softly, trying to stop yourself from crying. “You’re not marrying me just because I’m pregnant, are you?” you asked not wanting to ruin the moment, but you had to know. He laughed, shaking his head. “No, silly girl, I had planned on doing this for some time, just didn’t know when or how. But this moment just felt right, y’know?” he said with smile.

You nodded slowly, staring at the huge ring on your finger as you squealed with excitement. “This ring, Elvis... It’s stunning.” You said, kissing his lips again and he returned your kiss with a grin, pulling you into his arms so when he stood up, he lifted you up with him, wrapping your legs around his torso, and your arms snaked around his shoulders tight as he carried you, you beamed happily, kissing the side of his face repeatedly. “Only the best for my girl. Now lets go shower, little one.” He said, chuckling softly as he whisked you away into the bedroom with him.

“When you are not in love, you’re not alive…” - EP

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[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "A Dish Served Odd" Episode Followup, Part 2

We move on to Part 2. Will Orli get the tour she deserves? Let's go and find out!

That's...it's...Orli, sweet summer child, we have discussed what that is.

Worse still, it's not even used for a gag or anything. It's just used so the librarian can get more shouting mileage. Jon, there ain't no "kachow" in the world that can save you.

JON I'M SERIOUS JON. JON. THAT'S NOT EVEN A CLOWN NOSE THAT IS A TARGET SPHERE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING.

It...belonged to a clown...who bought things of the wrong size...off the Internet.

Look, this is the Oddverse, and that means I can look some stuff over, but I can't forgive this shit. Everyone and their mothers has bought stuff of the wrong size off of the Internet. Hell, I've bought stuff of the wrong side off the Internet. Where the fuck is my statue, huh??? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY STATUE.

"Yonder?"

"It means 'over there'. And if you watched Wander Over Yonder, you'd know that."

"...What?"

"Oh, it's a Disney cartoon."

"What's Disney?"

"Ozzie, you poor unfortunate soul."

Ah, I see I've found the "gadzooks" guy.

Unfortunately, it came free with a fucking "what person has photos of X" gag.

...YOUR ASS IS FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME THE MOVIE THING WAS A SCAM??????? ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS ODD SQUAD THE MOVIE BEING CANONIZED AGAIN AND IT'S NOT AND I'M SO MAD and i'm off to the local wallfart to cry in my car

fuck you.

That's gonna be a "yikes" from me, bro. Followed quickly by "hell of a ventriloquist to be speaking like you have your mouth full."

Okay, Trifler, we've had big boi words dropped in this franchise before where no one explained what they meant, thank you.

"Come on, sweetie!"

I can feel the internal Olive cringe from where my ass is sitting in the living room right now.

I can also feel the stupidity radiating off this sonuvabitch and I'm waving my stop sign like a madman.

"See you in 10 years, big red bus."

"Who said you're going to be alive in 10 years?"

"...No, actually, you make a fair point. Damn."

"Act 2 cliffhanger!"

Honey, we are two minutes away from ending the episode. There are no acts. There are no cliffhangers. Smarten up.

Y'know, before today, there wasn't really any villain that I actively hated, other than Xavier and Xena. Who weren't really villains, but they were villainous.

Here, I finally found a bitch. Thank you. Kachow your way on outta here.

So they zap her with an Elbow-Patch-inator -- which, why do they have that in their inventory other than sheer plot convenience? -- and she likes it because it looks like sprinkles.

I couldn't make this sorry shit up if I tried.

Even in this spinoff, we still have the good old "agents let the villain walk away scot-free and don't monitor them for cleanup efforts" cliche.

There's a reason why cleaning up trash as part of community service has someone there to make sure you don't flake.

All that shit Orli had to go through and all she had to do was stop a criminal.

This would be like me getting free unlimited McDonald's because I tackled a guy stealing from the till, when I already paid through the app for my food.

It's stupid, is my point.

Y'know, I've made cracks about writers on drugs before, but Lightning Jon Macqueen must have been on something else to have this much flawed logic in the span of a single episode.

If you have the tour every decade, of course people are gonna get overexcited. If you have it, say, every month, the magic goes away because it's more common.

Don't have to be a dumbass lil' American like me to understand that. And the only way the faulty logic could be justified is if finances were brought into play, and I'm not willing to have a spirited discussion on Britain's financial status without many bottles of chardonnay and a couple joints of grass.

"Ma'am, this is an 11-minute episode of a TV show. This is not a movie."

"...So it's a movie?"

"I just said- ah, to hell with it. Forget it. But I hear there is a new Looney Tunes movie coming out soon..."

And your cast for this episode! Honestly, Horatia Hollywood sounds like a really weird villain name...especially considering there is no Hollywood in Britain as far as I'm aware.

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So that's it. Overall, for the first 11-minute episode, it was...a bit lacking. I don't think this spinoff, nor the staff working on it, have found their footing yet and are just tripping over their own feet. It's a good premise for an episode, but...it wasn't executed very well. I feel like not enough focus was given to the tour Orli was supposed to go on -- being an immigrant, it would make sense for her to take a tour of her new country, let alone her new town, but more focus was given to solving the case than the tour in and of itself.

Jon Macqueen has potential. I will give him the benefit of the doubt, absolutely (because after all, Britain is not Odd Squad's home country). But I'm hoping that, within the rest of the 20+ episodes we've got (going by 11-minute episodes, mind), he'll right himself and get to crafting beautiful episodes that make me smile and go, "Yes. This is what I want to see."

With that being said, thanks for reading. I'll see you all for the next followup for "Odd Jubilee". Which should be a funner episode, seeing as how it has a song. And anyone who knows me well knows I am a sucker for songs in my funny secret agent children math show.

Seren out!

[ladyinbooks]

Have you read Mary Renault's Alexander series/if you have, do you have thoughts? I've only read the persian boy so far and just started Fire from heaven but I've always heard amazing things about how she wrote them

Hello lovely anon!

I'm going to start off with an apology in advance, because whoops! You've asked me something that's set off my inner ramblings quite happily here (in a good way). So I'm going to roll up my sleeves behind the 'read more' and get overexcited about this.

But just in case, the tl;dr is: yes, I have. And yes, I love the series (with a few caveats):

Let's start when young!Lady was a small, wide-eyed thing, all of 17, who had just lied on her Oxford application form, and said she'd read Arrian's Campaigns of Alexander. Then she got called for interview and thought 'Oh shit, I'd better actually read it'. So she did. And she loved it. And she kind of... ended up developing a little obsession with this bloke called Alexander.

Now, around the same time as this deceit was taking place, Robin Lane Fox's biography on Alexander was fairly accessible in most book stores. Possibly because it's really quite a readable biography, and thus had become quite popular. And so young!Lady snaffled that too, and read it. And Lane Fox's name kept coming up in conjunction with Mary Renault's (perhaps because - personally speaking - I think they have a fairly similar approach in their views on Alexander), and so young!Lady thought 'Hey! Let's read those books too!'

All of which, is a very long-winded way of saying: I read them, and I loved them at the time. (To be fair, I still love them. Hephaistion my beloved.) Renault's style of writing is gorgeous. I know for some people it can be off-putting, and a little difficult to parse (she's not what I call a 'light read' in that sense), but I genuinely love the way she constructs her prose.

She was also, I think, one of the first fictional writers to actively and openly tackle an explicit romantic relationship between Alexander and Hephaistion (most prominent in Fire from Heaven, but it's definitely still there in The Persian Boy), and although Hephaistion-as-a-concept had been kicking around before then, I think Renault made the relationship (and Hephaistion) more... mainstream, if I can put it like that?

Renault's historical research is also good. She does give a really interesting flavour of what it must have felt like to live in a Macedonian court, filled with intrigue and the kind of political machinations that resulted in heads rolling. She captures that dangerous, desperate element very well, and she makes Macedonian life accessible to a reader in a way I very much enjoy.

I think as I've got older, where my love for Renault's version has become a little tarnished is in my own inability to put aside my mental nitpickings (and this is no fault of Renault's writing!). Her Alexander trilogy writes about Alexander-the-Legend, not Alexander-the-Man. For me, there is very little balance to be had from her, and although this was a stylistic choice, I do find myself missing the nuance of an Alexander who is not, well, pretty much a perfect example of a living god. He's almost Achillean in the way Renault portrays him - far beyond us brief mortals! - and in some ways that makes his fictional character feel more inaccessible to me. Her Alexander is untouchable. Unknowable. Godlike in his abilities and driven by ambitions far beyond anything a non-heroic mortal can comprehend.

I also feel that Renault's portrayal (understandably) is a bit wrapped up in W.W. Tarn's vision of Alexander as some kind of benevolent conqueror (he wasn't), whose life's exploits were geared towards the betterment of mankind (they weren't). I need to add: this isn't a criticism of Renault! Tarn's scholarship and ideology was very prevalent for quite a while (see: Robin Lane Fox, who sort of subscribed to a viewpoint of Alexander along vaguely similar lines, I think).

My other gentle nitpick, is that very often Renault's women are stereotypes. Or caricatures. Olympias comes across as a vengeful harpy (interestingly, I think there is a lot or Renault's Olympias in Oliver Stone's film version). Again, I think it's fair to defend Renault with the fact that she's working with historical sources that can have the same biases - but even so, for me it's not particularly satisfying.

In the same vein...

Hephiastion my beloved. He does suffer from this too, I think. He's very much in the style of an 'Alexander-can-do-no-wrong' kind of character, and although that does fit the narrative purpose, it simultaneously makes me a little sad that we don't particularly get to see an active, competent Hephaistion in the way I personally feel he likely was. He's not completely reduced to the role of 'the boyfriend', but he is completely defined by Alexander - his behaviour, his impulses, his career are all attributed more to being 'philalexandros', than to any genuinely displayed individualistic motives. Again, it's not a bad thing, but for my Hephaistion-loving gremlin heart it can be dissatisfying if I don't turn off that portion of my brain a bit.

All of which is my very rambling way of saying: yes, I've read Renault's Alexandriad, and yes I genuinely do love those books - for what they represent, for what they do and just for the sheer joy of reading them. But I do have some slight quibbles. None of which are enough to put me off of them, only to say that I think as a reader I have to temper my expectations and meet the books where they are (for what they are). They are beautifully written, and I do think they do something rather unique for the Alexander mythos.

One other book I'd recommend - purely for the sheer delight of it - is Aubrey Menen's A Conspiracy of Women. Written around the same time, it's very different and deals primarily with a moment in time during Alexander's campaigns. It is a satire (not particularly historically motivated), and it pokes fun at quite literally everyone. Whilst not at all romantic in (either sense of the word) the way Renault's writing is, I do love the fact it takes aim at Alexander, and the Alexander mythos (along with a more generally satirical approach to the concept of empire building).

I also love Menen's Hephaistion, who is possibly the driest, wittiest takes-no-nonsense-from Alexander character:

Few men could face an angry Alexander and remain in control of themselves. But one of these was Hephaestion. He glanced at his friend the King, smiled and then said, "Alexander, if you continue to glare that way, the poor man will die of fright. Bathyllus," he said, "for the moment only His Majesty may wear Persian robes. Maybe one day we shall all do so. But His Majesty has not yet made up his mind on the subject."

This being the exact truth, it made Alexander angrier than ever, as Hephaestion knew it would, but with him and not with the unfortunate Bathyllus. Alexander turned his back on Hephaestion. "See that he is brought to my tent," he said, and strode away.

"See that you bring yourself to His Majesty's tent," said Hephaestion to Bathyllus. "I am in no mood for his imperial tantrums this evening..." (pg.19)

Or:

"Hephaestion," he said, "am I really as vain as you say?"

"Did I say you were vain?"

"You said I was in love with myself. Just now. When I boxed your ears."

"Ah," said Hephaestion. "Yes. You are."

"You must tell me when I get vain."

"I do," said Hephaestion.

"Yes, you do," said Alexander. "And I am grateful."

"You are usually remarkably cross," said Hephaestion. "But I shall go on telling you."

"It's strange," said Alexander. "We have conquered a world together, but our friendship is as strong as ever."

Hephaestion made no answer.

"You must find me very hard to bear sometimes, Hephaestion."

"Sometimes," agreed Hephaestion.

"When?" asked Alexander.

"When, for instance, you say things like 'We have conquered a world together, but our friendship is as strong as ever'." Hephaestion echoed exactly the touch of pomposity that Alexander had put into his voice.

Alexander smiled. He reached out and put a hand on Hephaestion's shoulder as they rode together." (pg. 101)

Hephaistion my beloved.

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taking requests for each >w<)b !!!

♡ ┆ stuff i will write ┆ ♡

★⋆ DRUMROLL PLEASE... THE MAIN REASON I WANTED TO MAKE THIS BLOOOG... transmasc reader content!!! 🎉🎊🥳 with warnings on what terms to be used on the naughty bits, ofc!!

with that being said....

★⋆ DDLB :3 tee hee!

★⋆mayhaps some gender neutral reader stuff!! no pronouns other than 'you',

★⋆ if i write nsfw with GN reader, i'll have separate sections for when u have afab/amab anatomy and how characters i write with would interact with em !!

so the format would go like

˗ˏˋ ꒰ König with a chubby S/O ♥ nsfw!! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

♡ ┆ headcanon

if you have AFAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur coochie, gender non-specific

if you have AMAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur pp, gender non-specific

most of my fics/drabbles would be gender neutral unless stated otherwise !!

plz note!!! in cases like Ellie who is explicitly and canonically a lesbian i will also only write in fempov, everyone else i write about automatically becomes readersexual meaning theyre attracted to the reader regardless of gender, appearance, etc etc so for example if ur super mad i made your big strong masculine military man a cocksucker das on u, go cry ab it somewhere else thanks (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

★⋆ BIG GIRTHY AGE GAPS… but readers in my stories should always b regarded as 20+!!

★⋆ and ofc hand in hand with that comes a corruption kink BAHAHAHA and as a heads up i place a heavy emphasis on virginity !!!

★⋆ yandere/obsessive content bc im a sucker for it :((

★⋆ pet play/hybrid stuff… sometimes human but most of the time it comes w the reader having animal characteristics!! (ex. bunny reader, cow reader, puppy reader etc) ONLY LIMITED TO STUFF LIKE EARS/TAIL/WINGS THO and maybe heat cycle stuff bc im a sucker for that too

★⋆ A/B/O content and dynamics

★⋆ stepcest probably???

STUFF I WONT WRITE ABOUT... no cute format for these ones LMAO 'm just gonna lump all of them together

actual incest | zoophilia content (YES I KNOW DOL IS RIFE W/ THAT BUT I ALWAYS TURN OFF BEAST TOGGLES SJHDS) | scat/piss/basically any bodily fluid aside from CUM LMAO (i'd probably make an exception 4 squirt tho,,,, 👀) | gore

das about all i can think of for neow heheh!! btw i may like and interact w blogs that have dark content or even the content i said i wont write, please be aware of that in case the posts i've liked show up :<<

i'll eventually come up w/ a list of characters im comfy with writing for, as well as a general idea of how i would write them for requests n such!! if the character u like isnt there, im still looking into how i would write content for them :>

IF U READ THIS FAR ILY BYEEEEE ♡♡♡

[foreverdolly]

hii i just wanted to say thank you for existing because your blog is stunning AND YOUR WRITING IS GORGEOUS LIKE THE DUNE STORY IS SO BEAUTIFUL OAJSKANSK. alsooo i'm like stalking your masterlist and i have never been so excited to read such long fics AHH!! :3

cheers to all the future nights i won't be sleeping because i'll be crying and reading your stories!!

also wanted to say thank you for being like one of the writers that brought back that inspiration to write again... i don't think there's any words to describe that feeling of finding that love for writing (especially fic writing because omg?? why is it so hard??) after all these years omg

wow this is really long i am so sorry but yeah das it!! wishing you the best love!!

p.s. i just realized we're virgo twinnies lolol :3

okay now i'm really done lol. skansksnsn bye heh

i’m gonna die this is such a sweet message.

whenever i write i tend to get overexcited, hence the super long oneshots. keep me updated about which one is your favorite! and awe, shucks! i’m glad you think the dune fic is beautiful! i’ll be writing some paul x reader oneshots soon as well!

goodness, this is such a compliment. i feel beyond blessed knowing that i helped to reignite any kind of spark in you. writing is so fun when you don’t put too much pressure on yourself!

and you’re a virgo! are you a september or august baby? my bday is september 7th! feel free to message me! i’d love to be friends 💗