#sorry to all of you who love jer

[thefabulousfab-3]

“Jeremiah cheating was so out of character”

[sissylittlefeather]

If I Can Dream: Chapter 3

A/N: I hope you are all enjoying this one! I love Jo so much and this story is about to really heat up. Head to my Masterlist for the first two chapters!

Summary: It's 1975 and Jo Bellamy has been in love with Elvis for 20 years. She doesn't even care that they haven't met yet. All she needs is a chance and she's determined to get one

But Elvis doesn't feel much like Elvis anymore. What happened to the man he used to be? He's pretty sure he's long gone.

Can a chance encounter with Jo change the ill-fated trajectory of his life?

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, we've reached the smut! Oral sex, p in v sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, also erectile dysfunction frustration

Word count: ~4k

But he misses her in his arms, the big bed feeling cold and empty.

******

Jo drags herself through work on Thursday, coming home to immediately get in the bath with a bottle of wine. She puts on an Elvis record, the B side to Promised Land, and sobs to the sound of his voice. She knows it's silly to be sad over something that never really happened, but she'll never stop loving him. The record stops and she gets out of the tub, wrapping herself in a fluffy robe and resetting the needle. It’s Midnight plays again and she lays on the bed crying with the album cover in her arms. She's in this position when Evelyn calls.

“Oh, Jo-Jo, surely you knew it wasn't going to go anywhere. The man dates beauty queens and Playboy bunnies.” Jo takes a big gulp of wine.

“Yeah, but you weren't there when we woke up on the couch together. We talked for hours.” Evelyn sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Okay, you're right. But will you give it up now? You met him. You went to his house. And now it's done. So please, ask Alan to the wedding. I don't want you to be the only one without a date.”

“Yeah.” Jo takes a deep breath and sighs. “Yeah, I'll ask Alan tomorrow.”

******

Elvis spends the whole of Thursday in bed. The aching loneliness is back and he just can't seem to find a reason to do much else. At around 1am, there's a soft knock on his door.

“Who is it?” Jerry pokes his head in the door.

“It's just me, boss.”

“Hey, Jer.”

“You alright?” Jerry enters the room and sits on the end of the bed.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Elvis doesn't move from his position in the bed on his side. Jerry looks at him silently for a while. He's not sure what to do to help, but he knows he needs to try something. An idea comes to him; it's risky, but he has to try.

“What happened to that girl?” Elvis tries to keep his breathing even.

“What girl?” Jerry rolls his eyes. He knows Elvis knows who he's talking about.

“Jo? Wasn't that her name?”

“She's gone.” Elvis closes his eyes and tries not to picture her, think about her laugh, or the scent of her hair.

“I thought she lived in Memphis.” Jerry knows he's pushing his luck here, but he's not going to give up.

“She does! Leave me the fuck alone, Jerry!” Elvis sits up and yells, cringing with the stiffness of having been in bed all day. Jerry purses his lips.

“All I'm sayin’ is you were happier in those 24 hours with her than you have been in years. Maybe it's worth givin’ her a call.” He stands and walks from the room, slamming the door behind himself.

Elvis lays back down and tries to think of anything but Jo, but it doesn't work. Eventually, he sits up and stares at the phone. He picks up the receiver no less than four times before he gets up the courage to dial her number.

Jo’s phone rings and rattles her from her deep slumber. Her head already hurts a little from the wine, but when she realizes what's happening, she takes a deep breath and grabs the phone.

“Elvis…”

“Hi honey.” She looks up at the ceiling and tries to keep her tears in her eyes. “Were you, um, were ya sleepin’?”

“Yeah, I was. It's almost 3am. Again.”

“Oh…” Elvis starts to lose his nerve, thinking this was a terrible decision. “I'm sorry; I-I'll leave ya alone.”

“No! It's okay. I'm… glad you called…”

“Are ya?” She laughs softly.

“Yeah, of course I am.” He smiles and relaxes into the conversation. His first instinct is to ask her to come over, but he stops himself before he does. He's afraid that might send the wrong message.

“You workin’ tomorrow?” She sighs.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” He nods, forgetting that she can't see him. And then it just slips out before he can stop it.

“You should come over when you're done.” He cringes a little, knowing that this whole thing is probably a mistake.

“Elvis, I'd love to, I really would, but I promised my niece I would take her to see Christmas lights.” Jo curses under her breath, hating the idea of turning down a chance to see him again. “Why don't you come with us?”

“Oh, honey, I-I-I-” He stumbles over his words trying to come up with an excuse.

“I've just decided. You're coming with us. I think you need to get out of that house.”

“Jo, honey, I don't-I can't-”

“What? Ride in a car? Yes you can. I'll pick you up around 5:30.” Something about the way she says it makes him feel like he couldn't say no even if he wanted to.

******

At about 5:45pm, Jo pulls up to the Graceland gates with her niece Amy in the backseat of her old pea-green car and asks to be let in. Jerry is so happy to see her back that he's practically bouncing when he opens the front door.

“Hey, Jo! He'll be down in a second.” She nods and they wait in the foyer. Eventually Elvis comes down in a two-tone blue suit. He had originally had on one of his tracksuits but decided to change at the last second, and he's glad he did. Jo is so cute in her little cowl-neck sweater dress and boots that he almost hopes photographers will find them. She lights up when she sees him and he can't help but smile too.

“Hi! This is my niece-” The little girl sticks out her hand.

“Amy Louise Jenkins.” Elvis smiles down at her and takes her hand, shaking it gently.

“Elvis Aaron Presley. It's a pleasure to meet you.” Jo has to physically stop herself from melting on the spot. “How old are ya? You seem about the same age as my Lisa Marie.”

“I'm seven, but I'll be eight in May.” He nods.

“I was right. Lisa will be eight in February.” She smiles and turns to Jo, taking her hand in one and Elvis's in the other.

“Let's go see some lights!” Elvis looks at Jo over Amy's head and shrugs. Jo suppresses a grin and they make their way out to her old, beat-up car. Elvis looks at it and turns to her with his eyebrows raised.

“Not all people drive Cadillacs.” Jo whispers.

“No, honey, I know that. It's fine.”

The rest of the evening passes with all three of them belting out Christmas carols as they drive around the wealthier neighborhoods in Memphis looking for lights. In the beginning, Elvis wouldn't sing, but with some gentle cajoling from Jo and Amy, he finally breaks down. When Blue Christmas comes on, he sheds any last hints of nervousness and puts on a full show. The girls both applaud wildly and he has to grab the wheel when Jo almost crashes into a parked car in her enthusiasm. When he does, he unintentionally puts his arm behind her on the seat and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“You want me to drive, honey?” He speaks softly, enjoying the feel of her so close to him.

“Yeah, do you mind?”

“Not at all.” She parks the car and he replaces her in the driver's seat. He's surprised but pleased when she settles onto his shoulder again.

By 8 o’clock, Amy is snoozing soundly in the backseat and Elvis follows Jo's directions to her stepsister’s house. When they get there, Jo looks into the backseat and sighs.

“I'm not sure how I'll get her to the door without waking her up.”

“I got ‘er.” Elvis is not sure where his confidence comes from, but she's no bigger than Lisa Marie and he carries her all the time. They get out of the car and he scoops Amy into his arms, walking up to the front door. For a second, he forgets who he is until Jo's brother-in-law answers the door and his jaw drops. Jo realizes what's happening and interjects.

“Hey, Rob, this is Elvis.” Her brother-in-law scoffs.

“Yeah. I know.” Elvis tries to smile genially.

“She fell asleep in the car. Hope this is okay.” Rob nods, still a little starstruck and takes Amy from him.

“Thanks…”

“Goodnight, Rob.” Jo takes Elvis's arm and turns him around to head back to the car. She can only keep her giggles under control for a few feet before she lets them out. He looks at her, amused.

“What's got you tickled?”

“His face! I forgot who you were for a second.” He chuckles.

“Honestly, so did I.” They get back in the car and she leans on his shoulder again for the drive back to Graceland.

When they get back to the house, Elvis parks Jo's car in the driveway and his stomach sinks at the thought that she'll go home soon. Again, he wants her to stay, but he's nervous about her expectations in the bedroom.

“Can I come in?” He raises his eyebrows, surprised at her boldness.

“Umm…”

“I'm just not ready to go home yet. And I feel like every time I leave, the likelihood of seeing you again decreases.” He swallows, knowing that she's right. The more he allows himself to think about it, the more he worries whether this should continue. But when she's here right in front of him, it's hard to turn her down. He feels himself nod.

“Yeah. I dunno what we'll do-”

“We'll find something. Let's go.” He has to admit, her happy-go-lucky attitude is infectious.

They get into the foyer and she looks around the house while he stands there awkwardly.

“Umm…”

“You don't have a Christmas tree.” He hadn't even realized. Usually he's instructed someone to set it up by now, but this year he forgot.

“No, I guess I don't. I'll have someone set it up before Lisa Marie comes.”

“We’ll do that!” He looks at her confused.

“Tell someone to set up the tree?” She purses her lips.

“No, ya brat, we’ll do it ourselves and decorate it.” He scowls.

“I ain't a brat.”

“I know. So quit actin' like one. Let's get the tree. Where is it?”

“I think it's in storage somewhere. Mary probably knows.”

“Well, okay then. Let's go.” She walks towards the kitchen and he follows her. He's quickly learning that when she puts her mind to something, she's going to make it happen regardless of the obstacles. In general, he's not used to this level of agency or determination in a woman, but at his age it's kind of nice to not be in charge for once.

With Jerry and Mary's help, they manage to locate the tree and boxes of decorations. It takes them a while, but after lots of direction from Jo and laughter from both of them, they manage to get it done.

“Okay, plug it in!”

“Yes ma'am, miss bossy.” He gives her a little salute and she giggles. The sound of her laugh warms him from the inside out and he thinks to himself that taking her instruction is worth it for this feeling. The thought gets even stronger when he plugs in the tree and she squeals with delight.

“Oh, it's so pretty! Elvis come look!” He stands and walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist instinctively. Maybe he could just let this happen.

“It is pretty.” He murmurs in her ear.

“You know the best way to look at a Christmas tree, right?”

“This seems like a pretty good way.”

“C’mere.” She moves away from him and he decides he needs to get her back in his arms as quickly as possible. He watches as she lays down on the floor with her head up under the tree. “Ahhh, get down here. It's gorgeous.”

Shaking his head, he lowers himself to the ground and grunts as he arranges to be under the tree. He's not sure how he'll get up again, but when he sees her with the colored lights shining on her face, he decides he doesn't care.

“Isn't it pretty?” She looks over at him and he brings his hand up to her cheek, running his thumb across it gently.

“Beautiful.” He can no longer stop himself as he leans over and presses his lips to hers.

The kiss is soft and sweet, but when he pulls back to look at her, his heart skips. He hasn't felt like this about a woman in a long time and it scares him. She leans in to kiss him again and he backs away.

“You wanna tour?” He smiles awkwardly and she blinks a few times.

“Oh, yeah, I guess.” She's completely confused by his quick shift, wondering if she's done something wrong, but she follows his lead as he moves from under the tree. It takes them both several tries and quite a bit of grunting, but eventually they both make it back to standing. He holds both of her hands in his and looks down at her. Almost against his will, he leans in and kisses her softly. There it is again, the heart skip that makes him so nervous. He pulls back from the kiss and just looks at her. She's completely perplexed by his kisses and subsequent hesitation, but before she can say anything, he wraps an arm around her waist and starts to lead her through the house.

The last place he shows her is the pool. He realizes it hasn't been drained and curses Jerry. It's freezing outside, so he holds her again from behind with her head against his chest.

“We should jump in.” She says quietly. He laughs and presses his lips to her temple. Why can't he keep himself from kissing her? He’s torn from that thought when she speaks again. “I'm serious! I've heard it's good for you. Let's do it.”

“Honey, you're crazy.”

“Am I? I'm doing it.” She pulls away from him and walks to the edge of the pool.

“Jo, no. It might be dangerous.” Putting her hands on her hips, she turns to face him.

“Nah. And anyway I thought you were a daredevil? What happened to the guy who had firework fights?”

“He had to grow up.” There's a hint of bitterness in his voice. She shakes her head, walking towards him and resting her hand on the side of his face.

“No. Time passed. Growing up is optional.” He leans down and kisses her again. It's like he can't get enough. She mumbles against his lips. “I refuse.”

Then, she turns and takes off running, jumping into the pool fully-clothed. The cold water overwhelms her body with sensation, shocking her system.

“Jo!” When she surfaces she lets out a little scream and shivers.

“Come on! Don't make me do this by myself!”

“You're fucking crazy, honey.”

“Yeah! And you're a pussy.” He scowls again, his masculinity offended.

“No, I ain't.” Her teeth chatter, but she refuses to back down.

“Prove it.” He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.

“Damn it, honey.” She giggles as he walks to the edge of the pool. He looks up at the sky when she gestures for him to join her. The stars twinkle down on him and he wonders: what if he does take this plunge with her? Would it kill him? Unlikely. And if he doesn't do it, what is he choosing instead? Suddenly, he's not just thinking about the pool. He looks back down at her, shining with life and sparkling like the stars. “Alright, fuck it.”

And then he jumps. His whole body screams when the icy water crashes into his skin. But he survives and feels more alive than he has in years. He surfaces and pulls her to him, kissing her deeply. This time when his heart skips, he leans into it, slipping his tongue into her mouth and pushing his body against hers. Every part of him buzzes with life and need and something he can't quite put his finger on. She shivers in his arms, not sure if it's the cold from the water or the heat from the kiss that's running through her. He pulls back and runs his fingertips down the side of her face.

“Honey, you're shakin’. Let's go inside.” She nods and kisses him deeply again.

They manage to get out of the pool and run through the house to the upstairs bathroom, giggling like teenagers and dripping all over the carpet. He starts a hot shower and they both start stripping off wet clothes. When they're down to their underwear, he grabs her and pulls her to him, crashing his lips into hers in a full open-mouthed kiss. They tumble into the shower together and moan as the hot water touches their skin. He doesn't stop her when her hand drifts below his waist, dipping into his underwear. To his own surprise, he's hard as a rock and he groans as she strokes him gently. His hands move over her whole body, unclasping her bra and pushing her panties down frantically.

“Bed?” She mumbles as she removes his underwear, leaving them both naked. He's so relieved she suggested it, he nods vehemently without moving his mouth from hers. A decade ago, he would've just bent her over in the shower, but now he needs something a little more stable. What he doesn't know is she does too. She might be 4 years younger, but she's no twenty-something and the thought of getting on her knees in the shower is not appealing. They quickly dry off, still pressed together, and he walks her backwards into the bedroom, where she lays on the bed and he crawls on top of her, dropping hot kisses on her skin wherever he can reach. She spreads her legs and he goes to push into her, but the move from the bathroom was a little too much for him.

“God fucking damnit!” He curses loudly and she grabs his face.

“It's okay.” When he tries to protest, she shakes her head and pushes him onto his back. “Do you think this is the first time this has happened to me? It's okay, Elvis.”

He closes his eyes and leans his head back, but he whips them open again when he feels her mouth around his soft cock.

“Honey, I don't know if-”

“Shh. Let me work. You just think about what it would feel like to fuck me. Focus on the sensations of it. Tell me how my pussy feels, babe.” She goes back to moving her mouth on him.

“Jo…”

“Tell me.” He sighs and closes his eyes again. What she's doing does feel really good and imagining having sex with her is easier than jumping in the pool was, so he tries to think about it.

“It's tight… wet…”

“What else, babe?”

“It's… squeezing my cock just right…” He starts to get into it, losing himself in his fantasy and the way her mouth and hand feels on him. “I can feel you cum; you're so sexy when you cum for me.”

He moans softly and she tries not to smile as he begins to harden in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his sensitive head and takes his balls in her hand to massage them as she works.

“Fuck, yeah baby. God that's good.” In another few seconds, he's as hard as he was in the shower and she sits up, stroking him with her hand.

“You wanna actually feel me now? See if your imagination was right?” She hovers over him, dragging the tip of his dick against her entrance to cover it in her arousal.

“More than anything.” He grabs her hips and she whimpers as she starts to sink onto him, moving slowly to give herself the chance to adjust.

“Oh god… fuck.” She groans as he fills her fully, his cock so deep inside her as she grinds against his hips. She starts to pick up a steady rhythm of sliding him in and out, bouncing and rolling and moaning.

“Better… it's better…” He groans, running his hands up to cup her breasts. She arches her back as she pushes him even deeper, his cock hitting her g-spot with every movement.

“Fuck, Elvis…”

“You've got a dirty mouth, honey.” She laughs.

“You didn't seem to mind when it was wrapped around your cock.” He blushes a little, still unaccustomed to women who own their sexuality. His hands move down to grip her hips as he helps her move on him.

“Careful. Keep this up and I'll fill that pretty little mouth again.” He grabs her chin and runs his thumb along her bottom lip. She pulls his thumb into her mouth and swirls her tongue on it.

“You promise?” She smiles mischievously and he grabs her, pulling her down onto his chest.

“Gonna fill this pretty little pussy with cum first, honey.” He whispers in her ear as he starts to thrust up into her from underneath. She whimpers, the change in position pushing her to the edge of an orgasm.

“Yes! Oh god… I'm so close…” He feels her walls flutter around him and grunts.

“Come on, honey. Cum on my dick. Let me feel it.” That's all it takes for her to tumble over the edge into oblivion, her pussy pulsing around him as the pleasure runs through her body like lightning. The feeling of her throbbing around him is enough to throw him over the edge too and he holds her tight to his chest as his orgasm rips through him, his cock emptying deep inside her.

They lay there for a bit trying to catch their breath, both of them trembling. Eventually he loosens his grip on her and they relax. She lets him slip out of her and then rearranges to lay next to him in the crook of his arm. Her fingers run through his chest hair and he kisses her forehead.

“Hey, honey?” He turns a little to look down at her.

“Yeah?”

“What is this?” She lifts her arm when she feels his fingers on the skin of her ribcage. He lifts his head a little to try to see what he noticed when she was on top of him.

“It's a tattoo.”

“I didn't know women got tattoos.” She rolls her eyes a little.

“Janis Joplin has one.”

“What's it say?” He tries to read it, but he's at the wrong angle.

“‘To live would be an awfully big adventure.’ It's from-”

“Peter Pan.” She looks at him in awe.

“Yes, how did you-?”

“I read a lot, honey.” He runs his fingertips over the words softly. “You know, you've always reminded me of someone. Now I know who it is.”

“Who?”

“Tinkerbell.” She laughs and kisses his nose. He looks into her eyes and she stops laughing. The reality of the situation hits her like a ton of bricks and all of a sudden her eyes fill with tears. She squeezes them shut to try to keep the tears from falling and buries her face in his chest. “Hey, hey. What's wrong?”

He finds her chin and makes her look up at him, the tears sliding down her cheeks. She desperately searches for a way to express what she's feeling, but the words aren't there. Finally, she's able to choke out something.

“Nothing’s wrong. It's good. Isn't it? It can't be this good.” He softens and kisses her forehead, pulling her in close.

“Oh, Tink. It is good.” He looks down into her face, holding her cheek in his big hand. “It is good.”

Too good, he thinks as she nods and settles against him. Too good to last.

******

What will happen next?

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[awkward-writes-shit]

Hi Awkward! I love your work! Could you please write TF2 mercs x clingy reader? Thank you so much!

Wait no I love this prompt-

(Sorry that some of them are short, started running out of ideas.)

Mercs x Clingy Reader

In this order (Medic, Spy, Scout, Heavy, Pyro, Demoman, Sniper, Engineer, Soldier.)

Medic

Dudes a bird parent, do you realise how much attention birds need?

More than willing to give you that attention though.

You wanna cuddle when he’s in the middle of removing Scouts organs? Scout can wait.

He is at your beck and call 24/7

Spy

You know this man spoils you. Both with attention and gifts.

After battle hang outs in his smoking room any time you want.

Always invites you to go with him. (LIKE A GENTLEMAN)

French nicknames 💯💯💯💯💯💯

Scout

…More than him…? Impossible.

You were made for each other.

“Jer… Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“… Would you still love me :(“

I ain’t sure about you, but I f-ing love the clingy couple dynamic.

Heavy

Loves it. Loves it so much.

I headcannon that he enjoys carrying around his S/O

More than willing to have you constantly following him around like a lost puppy.

Pyro

Much like Scout, he’s also really clingy.

You know what it looks like when a child picks up a cat? Yeah that’s him picking you up.

Randomly kidnaps each other. It’s almost like a game of who can kidnap the other first.

Demoman

My dude is a sucker for attention.

Hand holding, following him around, getting drunk together, everything.

Drunken rambling about how much he loves you.

Sniper

Not used to affection at all.

Not against it, but sort of just… Freezes.

Not really into PDA like some of the others are, but will hold your hand.

Engineer

Much like I said in the laughing gas headcannons, he gets really flustered really easy.

Loves it when you spend time with him in his workshop. It makes him feel so special and smart.

Like Sniper he’s not really into PDA, but will super secretly link pinkies with you.

This one was fun to write! My brain is just melted to so I might update it later.

[blue-jisungs]

Helloo first of all merry christmas and happy early new year (or whatever holidays you celebrate)!!!! I don't know if your OPLA requests are still open, but i would absolutely LOVE a stabilished relationship sanji x (gn) reader where reader is kind of an ambivert who tends to be embarassed to speak their mind when they're uncomfy or when they need something, so sanji always keeps an eye on them to check if they're okay. Sort of like a couple who has their own language that no one else understands, just reallyyyy fluffy stuff

If you don't feel like writing it it's totally okay!!! Have a nice day<3

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author's note. hi anonnie!! sorry for such a late reply <\3 i don’t celebrate but thank u hehe i hope u had a nice time too ^^ to be honest i’m not really happy with how this turned out but i couldn’t think of anything else :( either way, i hope you enjoy it even a little bit :D

it was no secret that you have the tendency to get shy, especially when asking for something. it’s been always a struggle of yours, more often than not ending up in a position you didn’t want to find yourself in simply because you failed to ask for something… or deny.

which you were fine with, technically. sure, no one enjoys being in uncomfortable situations but you got used to it.

however, dating sanji was a turning point in your life. previously, your family and strangers would ignore your needs or just assume that if you didn’t deny anything, you were fine with it. this bad habit of yours took sanji a while to crack.

just like when you turned in the baratie for the first time with a friend of yours.

“anything else, pretty?” the handsome (your future to be boyfriend, not like you knew) blonde man asked with a charming smile. your friend shook jer head while you blinked. sanji used this opportunity to persuade you into ordering more “may i offer something?”

you were absolutely full, no more space in your stomach whatsoever. it was sure you wouldn’t fit more but–

“maybe dessert? such a sweet person deserves a tiramisu to end their day” sanji’s pearly whites glinted in a warm smile. and you nodded shyly, almost awkwardly.

he didn’t pay attention to it then but at the end of the day, laying down before sleep… his memory recalled the resistance in your eyes but a fake smile of acceptance.

since you dined at baratie quite often (yes, he was one of the reasons) sanji started to recognize your habits. that you ordered even if you were full or didn’t like a certain dish… and how you sometimes even forced yourself to eat it because you didn’t want him or the cooks to feel bad.

which made his heart clench – both with worry and because of how cute you are.

with him being your boyfriend and lots of free time on the going merry, which you joined because you two couldn’t stand the possibility of being far away from each other and luffy not minding at all (“the more the merrier”, he said), sanji promised himself to work on it. for your own good because he hated the fact that some people could get advantage of you.

like usopp.

“hiyaaaa y/n! would you mind cleaning the crow’s nest for me?” usopp asked, the usual wide grin adorning his face. you blinked, embarrassed to deny yet…

“wh… um…” you started and the great captain put the broom in your hands, patting your arm

“thanks! i’m sooo tired, you know?” he stretched dramatically, eyes closing. you had plans – you were supposed to help sanji in making dinner… but now…

“they’re not cleaning anything, usppp”

the boy’s eyes shot open and he jolted upon hearing sanji’s voice. the cook didn’t look so friendly – arms crossed, cold look in his ocean eyes.

“oh yeah, right! no problem… it was a joke you see!” usopp chuckled nervously and took the broom back.

“joke my ass. do not use them like that or next time the broom is getting shoved–”

“woah, woah, woah… i got the message” usopp squeaked and ran away to the crow’s nest. you pouted.

“sorry…” a sigh escaped your lips and sanji stepped closer, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“no, no. don’t apologize, there’s no need. but we need to work on that, darling” he smiled tenderly and pecked your forehead.

one day after telling sanji that you’re just too embarrassed to say no or speak your mind, he came up with an idea – that you have a secret code. obviously if you were too shy, you’d just tap him or wink twice. at first, you thought it was silly. but sooner than you imagined, you came to a conclusion that it’s a pretty brilliant idea.

additionally, even if you didn’t know about that, your boyfriend always kept his eye on you. scanning your face and reactions so he could barge in anytime; as creepy as it sounded because of that sanji knew you like the back of your hand and sometimes even without using words, he knew that you were uncomfortable.

“so, so, so! we should head out! there’s no time to lose!” luffy announced on a random monday morning, almost jumping off the walls “we’re going to y/n’s family island!”

your eyes widened as you watched the captain terrified, sanji instantly tensing.

“w… what? why?” you stuttered and luffy stopped in his tracks.

“it’s famous for its sewing arts, right? we need new clothes… and it’s gonna be fun! we’ll meet your family!” luffy grinned.

you felt sanji’s hand on yours, tapping your thumb twice. “are you okay?”, that’s what the gesture meant. you looked at him, hesitantly shaking your head.

“d-…” you didn’t even manage to choke out, puffing your cheeks.

“do we have to? we can get clothes everywhere” the blonde asked, moving his thumb in a soothing motion. sanji asked exactly what you wanted to. maintaining eye contact, he nodded. “i’ve got this”

“but y/n’s family…” luffy whined, pouting.

“y/n should speak for herself on this matter, luffy. maybe she doesn’t want to see them?” sanji hummed.

luffy has a golden heart and pure soul but sometimes could get a bit too much… and doesn’t understand some human reactions. and it’s not like you hated your family – you just left in a hurry, a tense atmosphere in the household. and you just weren’t ready to return.

“so?” luffy asked, rising his eyebrows. sanji squeezed your hand, encouraging you.

“i don’t really want to… see them. right now.” you mumbled shyly “sorr–”

“no, no. don’t say sorry, i just… wanted to surprise you” luffy smiled, his eyes twinkling. he came up to you and patted your head “we’ll go there once you’re ready. just tell me!”

nodding shyly, you watched luffy leave. sanji grinned and cupped your face.

“what? was it bad?” you asked, blinking.

“no, darling. you were very brave” he cooed and placed a soft kiss on your lips “i’m proud”

then sanji moved his hand to your back and drummed a melody, signalling that usopp is coming. you snickered and pecked his cheek, being met with a loud whine coming from the boy who just entered the room.

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[snowdrop-ivy]

Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 3

Summary: After the meet, you reminisced.

WC: 2141

T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.

You stared at your ring while sitting on the coffee table. You wiped the tears that have been streaming down since you left your dad’s place. It’s been streaming non-stop. You hitched a breath and bawled your eyes out till you heard your phone ring. It was Phillip, your fiance, calling.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey, babe,” He sounded happy. You covered your lips so he won’t hear you crying. “Just wanna check up on you. How was the party?”

You bit your lip. “It was fun. Jer had a blast.”

“That’s good to hear. Sorry I had to miss it.”

“That’s okay,” You replied. “There’s always a next one.”

“Yeah,” He sighed. “Well, just called to check on you but I gotta head out now. I just stepped out to call. I’ll call you later. Love you, babe.”

You felt the tears fall down as the call dropped. You went to your bedside and opened it. There you saw the ring Carm gave you. It’s a silver halo ring with your birthstone in the middle. You smiled when you remembered when you got engaged and when you told your families. How happy you both were back then.

“So, you guys, wanna hear the story?” Mikey asked as he’s washing his hands on the sink. You’re at their family house cooking up lunch for the Sunday barbeque.

“Yeah, Mikes, go ahead,” Carm answered. You sat beside Richie on the counter with your hands inside Carm’s jacket so you can hide the ring.

“All right, here we go,” Richie started while munching on chips.

You and Nat both rolled your eyes together before laughing. Nat’s leaning on the counter beside you, topping up the pizza. Richie was already laughing even though the story’s not starting yet.

“All right,” Mikey added. “So we’re at Ceres, right, which was the bar at the bottom of the Board of Trade Building. It was just this little bar in the lobby, right? The place opened at 6:30 in the morning, so that when traders lost their ass when the market opened they could just walk over and just get hammered in this little fucking bar.”

Carm wiped his hands as he turned to listen to his brother’s story. He looked at you before kissing you then leaned on you. You wrapped your arm around his arms and leaned on his head.

“Anyway, the name “Ceres” was named after the Goddess of Agriculture, sorry, and…” Mikey belched.

Nat went up to him. “You and your fucking Ceres…”

“Someone’s jealous you weren’t invited?” Mickey mocked her.

You laughed then gave Carm a kiss on the temples. He stood between your legs and held your free arm to wrap around his waist. You propped your chin on his neck, giving him a light peck which tickled him.

“I would not have gone. Thank you,” Nat striked back and grinned.

“You would have gone,” Mikey emphasized. “Carmy, grate some parmesan.”

Carm kissed your hand before slipping out. “I got ya,” He tapped Mike on his shoulder.

You smiled at them bickering, seizing the moment you have together. After this, you’ll go back to San Francisco for Nursing School. Who knows when you’ll see each other again.

“You’re jealous,” Mikey snickered to his sister. “Anyway, on top of the building, there was a statue of Ceres and her back, for all of you historians, was facing towards the east. And that’s because all the trading had just moved to the Midwest.”

“Oh, really?” You mockingly asked. Mikey eyed you up which made you laugh. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“So, the architect John Storrs, legend has it that he built this statue as like a big ‘fuck you’,” Mikey continues while sprinkling some parmesan.

“Christ,” Richie laughed. “Wake me up when the story starts and the fucking class is dismissed.”

All of you laughed at him. Mikey gave him a finger. He gave one back before drinking his scotch.

“Tell the story!” Nat urged him as she stirred the marinara sauce.

“I’m trying to tell the fucking story,” Mikey said as she tasted the sauce which earned a grunt of Sug.

“Anyway, so, the point is, we’re out all night, we’re drunk as shit, we’re fucking high as shit,” Mikey went on and faced everyone. “We figure the only place that’s still open of course is…”

“Ceres,” You both answered. He gave you a salute and you winked at him. Richie jumped down to taste the pizza Nat made while Carm garnished the beef.

“And being 6:45 in the morning, we are right to assume that the place is gonna be a fucking ghost town,” Mikey implied. “Fuck off,” he grabbed the raisins Nat was waving at him.

“Get outta here with those raisins,” Richie said with his mouth full.

“Mum always added raisins,” She stated.

“We are not doing raisins,” Mikey screeched while waving his hands.

Nat sighed in disbelief before looking at you. You gave her a smile and a shrug.

“Anyway, cousin, was it a ghost town?” Rich asked.

“Oh, we’re not done yet?” You blurted out.

“Baby doll,” Miked called you. “Shush your mouth.”

Your eyes widened and sized him up. Mikey gave you a smile before joining Richie laughing.

“Hey,” Carm called his brother. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. Mikey apologized before resuming his story. “No, it was not a ghost town. Not only was it not a ghost town, it was a fucking rager.”

Carm finished and went back to his previous place. He smiled at you before giving you a squeeze on the thigh. “It was fucking packed,” Mikey bragged, his veins popping out of his neck. “It was just like…” He made an explosion sound. “Right? All fucking Blackhwak fans, and cousin, who’s there?”

“Savvy,” Richie yelled out.

“Get outta here,” You and Carm laughed.

“Dennis motherfucking Savard,” Mickey roared then flexed his Savvy. They both yelled out mundane stuff about who they saw that made you all burst out laughing. Mickey went on to tell that they also saw Belfour and how Savvy was inducted to the Hockey Hall of Fame and they walked to his going off party and when Savvy saw the Ceres pamphlet, he changed his outgoing message as Goddess of Agriculture.

“That’s stupid,” You laughed with them.

“Fucking stupid,” Carm agreed.

“So dumb,” Nat added.

The air filled with laughter as you watched Carm roll the beef and stick it with toothpicks. Mikey continued to tell stories on who they saw, which this time was Bill Murray. You smiled at the view you had. How everything was so light, calm, and you were all truly happy. Nat continued to force smiles and mocked his stories that you sometimes joined. You got down and had a beer with your ringless arm then joined Carmy on rolling the beef.

“Is the story done now?” Carm asked, wiping his hands before turning to everyone. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tighter. “We have a story to tell as well.”

“Okay,” Mikey crossed his arms. “Shoot, bear.”

You all looked at their eager eyes waiting for your story. Nat crossed his legs and leaned on the counter. You watched as their faces were filled with confusion. Rich held his beer intently. Mikey lightly shrugged with his arms crossed. You slowly showed your left hand with a bright smile along with Carmy who’s hugging you tightly.

“We’re getting married!” You screamed, jumping with joy.

The screams echoed through the wall with congratulatory marks. Rich choked on his beer which splattered a little on Mikey. Nat’s eyes welled with tears as she hugged you both. Mikey had an awe on his face, it took him a moment to say something.

“Aww, guys, this is so awesome,” Nat stuck out her bottom lip as she examined your ring before giving you a hug once again. “This is so exciting!” She exclaimed.

“Mike, you okay, bro?” Carmy called out his brother who had tears in his eyes. Mike slowly approached Carm and pulled him to a tight hug and shut his eyes off. “Woah, okay, buddy.”

Rich turned to you and hugged you as well. “Oh, please, don’t get divorced.”

You jokingly slapped his shoulder and rolled your eyes. Nat hugged you from the back as you watched the brothers hug. You smiled at Mikey when he opened his eyes. You saw the happiness lingering on his eyes and how he’s trying not to let out his tears.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am for you,” Mike said as he pulled out of the hug. He cupped his little brother’s face. “Don’t mess this up.”

You laughed at what he said. Carm shook his head before nodding. “No messing this up,” He acknowledged his brother.

Mike then turned to you and gave you the warmest hugs. You felt him kiss the side of your head as you heard him sniff. “I’m so… so happy for you.”

A smile slowly formed on your face and the tears started to well up on how happy you felt to hear that. “Thanks, Mikey,” you whispered and kissed him on the cheek.

You all went to the Sunday barbecue where you drank champagne, danced til midnight, and had endless laughter from the many stories Mike and Richie had. You went home to your shared apartment and sat on the coffee table that your dad gave as a gift for Christmas. You gave Carm a glass of water while you had a cup of warm milk to help you sleep. Both of you sat in a calm and safe space of silence. Your feet were on Carm’s legs as he massaged your toes from the heels you wore. The only noise coming from you were the sips you both took and the breeze coming from the window.

“When should we get married?” Carm suddenly asked, still looking and massaging your toes.

You let out a chuckle. “When would you want?” You emphasized.

“Up to you, babe,” He answered, giving you a smile.

You shrugged. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not?” He raised a brow.

“You letting me decide,” You raised a brow back. From the beginning, Carm always lets you get what you want as long as it makes you happy. From the movies you want to the majority of the furniture in your apartment. “Oh! I know a fun way how to decide! We should play a game!”

“Are we basing our wedding decisions on a game?” Confusement gazing on his face.

You stuck out your bottom lip. “Maybe.”

Carmy took a sip of water while staring at you. “Shoot.”

“Okay, you go first.” You sat straight. “Clear your mind. Take a deep breath. We get to ask five questions about the wedding and we answer as fast as we can. No thinking.”

Carm closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You asked if he’s ready and he nodded. You grinned at his seriousness. He’s really taking this seriously since he wants the wedding to be perfect. Just like how perfect you are. He wants to give you the wedding you want and deserve.

“Flowers?” You quickly ask.

“Pink petunias.”

“Cater?”

“Mikey.”

“Color motif?”

“Dusty blue and sage green.”

“Food?”

“Italian and Japanese.”

“Date?”

“November 11”

“Carmy!” You called him out. You raised a brow at him while he had this sneaky grin on his face. “That’s all of my favorite things!”

He let out a chuckle. “I know. It’s your wedding day. I want you to have all the things you want.”

“It’s your wedding too,” You stated, eyeing him.

“I know,” He replied, placing his chin on his palm with his elbows propped on the table. “I just wanna be married to you.”

You pursed your lip trying not to smile. Carmen Berzatto is your death. You can’t help but to squeal and jump on his lap. You grazed his head to his chin while looking at his intense, warm blue eyes. Your hands settled on his chin, drawing circles on it. You saw him lean, so carefully slow. You weren’t sure if you two were breathing or now and you know you can hear your hearts breathing. You felt a shiver as we inserted his hands on your jumper and spelt his name on your waist. You can’t feel whether it's cold or not because at the moment, all you can feel is him, everywhere, filling everything with him.

“I love you so fucking much,” He whispered.

Then he kissed you, gently and passionately.

His lips were the softest thing you’ve ever known, soft like a new bought pillow, like biting into a cotton candy, like floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, just like how he is.

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[inadvisablebutinevitable]

what time period accurate songs do you think jeremy would be listening to in tsc? 👀

Miss California by Dante Thomas

Anon I love you so much because you have no idea how much I ask this to myself on a regular basis. A couple weeks ago I was walking to work whilst brainstorming Jeremy Knox music headcanons and almost died to the tune of Believe by Cher while crossing the street. (Embarrassing, but also, what a way to go)

after changing my mind about 700 times, I decided that Jeremy, at least on a surface level, will dance/sing to literally any popular song with a good beat, (whether or not he actually sings the right lyrics is always 50/50) but he does love to sing. This comes from a tumblr post I saw like years ago saying that Jean takes a video of Jeremy singing Kylie Minogue’s “Your Disco Needs You” at 3am, and now that’s just canon Jeremy to me.

Jeremy was a kid in the 90s so TONS of 90s nostalgia stuff, all upbeat. Song 2, All star, What is love, Baby one more time, Tubthumping, all the catchy earworms he would hear on the radio and belt out as a kid. (It’s @kevinsdsy’s fault song 2 was the first on this list. The Jeremy Knox blur brainrot is real)

Jeremy, having heard these songs as a kid, knows all the lyrics just by memory. Even he doesn’t know about this until Cat plays Ricky Martin on her boombox and all of a sudden Jer is on the table with a solo cup microphone.

(“isn’t he only attracted to men?”Jean whispers to Cat as they watch Jeremy belt out ‘She Bangs’ in the most enthusiastic way possible.

“Honestly, l didn’t even think about that. I’m just pissed that they’re only playing the English version”, Cat whispers back)

Jeremy is also notorious for dancing to other team’s entrance songs when they walk on the court. The Breckenridge Jackals, for example, walk on court to Who Let the Dogs out, and Jer unironically uses that as pump up music. He aggressively nods his head to the beat of Let’s Get it Started when Penn State walks out. This leads to many (many) YouTube compilations titled something along the lines of “10 mins straight of Jeremy Knox shaking ass to his opponent’s anthems”

BUT also, privately, on his little 2006 iPod Mini (lol remember those), Jeremy listens to more alt rock (modern-day dad rock), like Muse, The Killers, Queens of The Stone Age etc… (this is based on a lighter version of the style of music Nora assigned to Andreil in the EC, and also my personal taste from that time period). I think it’s what he listens to on bad days, either bc he needs to drown out his depressing thoughts after seeing his family, or bc he isn’t quite mentally ready to fully process the insane truths Jean reveals on a day to day basis. Also days where he’s feeling more in-tune with his emotions and stuff.

anyway, I’m sorry, this got really long. I guess the tl;dr would be: imo, In TSC Jeremy loves to sing and dance to literally any popular 90s/early 00’s song bc that’s just who he is but privately on bad days he likes 2000’s alt rock.

[humblequestvinyl]

halloween

HALLOWEEN, FISHER!BROTHERS X SISTER!READER

APART OF THE ‘WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER SERIES’ 

SUMMARY: when it’s susannah fishers favorite holiday, the youngest fisher tries to honor her mother, but it’s impossible when she feels haunted by it.

inspired by halloween by noah kahan

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lowercase intentional! wc: 1.7k

warnings: implied/written in age (because it is the youngest fisher) HEAVY drinking, fem love interest! a breakdown, mentions of death, swearing

a/n: HELLOOO this is connecting to the view between villages blurb, so if you haven’t read that pls do! if you don’t no worries either!! loving this series so far omgomgomg also this desc isnt great (sorry) & BACK TO DECEMBER TV IN THE TRAILER IM LOSING IT.

IT WAS LESS THAN A WEEK LATER WHEN SUSANNAH’S FAVORITE HOLIDAY CAME,

and it would be the first year the fisher siblings wouldn’t be able to spend it with her.

it was late in the afternoon as y/n sat down on the beach, sipping on the only beer conrad had picked up the entire time they had been in cousin’s, waiting for her brothers to come back from the store.

it had been over an hour since they had left, and throughout that entire time, Y/N had stayed in the same place, drifting off to a place she always feared. she had seen it happen to other people, and always heard about it but had never experienced it herself.

the girl broke out of her thoughts as she heard footsteps heading towards her, and her head snapped behind her, seeing conrad walking towards her with a beer in his hand.

“is that for me?”she questioned as he sat next to her, and he chuckled before shaking his head and taking a sip of it. “you’re not even supposed to be drinking that.”

“maybe don’t leave beer where the sixteen year old can get it.”y/n shrugged, before the two sat silently, with an understanding that’s how it had to be right now to even try and get through the girl.

conrad and y/n always understood each other. maybe it was because they both had aquarius sun’s, or it was conrad knew how y/n felt when she quit volleyball just because of their father. ruining the one thing she truly loved the most besides her mom and cousins beach.

the two watched as the waves crashed against the sand, and fizzled out, representing the feeling the two felt.

y/n always joked that when they were talking about what taylor swift songs represented them, he was the archer, and she was the one who was trying, while jeremiah a mirrorball.

the three fisher siblings; the one who never grew up, the one who got wasted like all of her potential, and the one who when they break, it's in a million pieces.

“what do you think belly, laurel and steven are doing right now?”y/n asked quietly after a while, and conrad chuckled, taking another sip of his beer before the two heard a voice behind them.

“laurel’s probably writing while belly’s with taylor, and steven i know for a fact is with their dad.”jeremiah spoke up, and y/n watched as he sat next to her, sipping a can of coke the fisher boys had picked up at the store.

“what are our plans for tonight?”jer questioned, and y/n looked back towards the water, with emptiness filling her.

“there’s a party going on down the shore at michael’s.”y/n spoke up, and she saw the look both of her brothers were giving her, knowing where she was talking about was some weird guy who was only popular because his parents had money.

“after last summer you still wanna go there?”conrad questioned, and y/n shrugged, not really caring as long as there was alcohol, “i’m going either way.”

the two fisher brothers watched as she stood up, and walked back towards the house with an empty bottle of beer in her hand, and more grief than anyone could have imagined.

“we’re both in agreement she’s not going to that party right?”jeremiah questioned, watching as conrad took a sip of his beer, before doing a quick nod.

“absolutely.”

—

SOMEHOW WITHOUT HER BROTHERS KNOWING, Y/N ENDED UP AT THE PARTY.

with a red solo cup in her hand, and shitty synth-pop music blaring through the speakers that were in the living room, the h/c felt like she had succeeded in her mission of escaping her brothers.

she was sick and tired of their worried looks, and them wanting her to be okay when in reality nothing was okay. it was in absolute shambles, and scattered everywhere in little shards, almost like a mirrorball.

memories that once glimmered and brought the girl so much joy, now stabbed her and opened up a new wound everytime she thought about it.

like dress shopping for the deb ball.

this year was supposed to be her year to do it. this was the year she was supposed to pick out her white dress, learn how to courtesy, how to have the proper manners, and to be escorted out and to dance with whoever she chose. as her mother always said, it was her turn to be ‘in bloom’.

instead, she felt like she was shriveled up and dead. she felt like those flowers that you had left out in the sun for too long, never gave any water to, and when you finally remembered that you had them, they were depressing looking, with the petals falling apart.

taking a sip of whatever alcohol she had in her cup, her nose scrunched as it burned going down, knowing this was a constant cycle of today. y/n didn’t know how many she had already, and she didn’t really care as long as it ended with her being passed out drunk later that night.

she had been there for almost two hours, and the room was already spinning on her. stumbling towards the kitchen, the girl finished her drink before going to pour another before blue eyes met hers, and she stopped.

“how many have you had already?”the girl in front of her questioned, and y/n placed the bottle of vodka down on the counter, and pursed her lips as she stayed silent for a few moments.

“who cares emerson.”y/n finally spoke up, watching as the girl in front of her pulled her brunette hair back into a low ponytail, just like she always did.

emerson scott. the girl from last summer y/n had spent as much time as she could with, when both girls weren’t working or at the beach. the girl who had shown up for her when others didn’t.

the girl she loved the most.

“well, obviously me.”emerson pulled the red solo cup away from the girl, and leaned on the counter, “i don’t want you to get alcohol poisoning.”

“yeah well i do.”y/n stated as emerson handed her a bottle of water to try and lessen the girls hangover, “at this point, i’d love it.”

“well too bad.”emerson told her, and y/n rolled her eyes, not really giving a shit on what the girl in front of her thought.

“will you let me take you home?”the brunette questioned, causing y/n to glare at the sixteen year old, not wanting to leave and go back to the beach house she was convinced was haunted.

“absolutely not.”y/n denied, before starting to walk away, but emerson was right by her side, “emerson i’m serious.”

“i know you are n/n.”emerson told the youngest fisher as she walked through the house to get towards the exit, and started to walk out, “if you’re going to leave can you at least let me get you ice cream or something?”

“why!”y/n threw her arms up in frustration, wanting nothing more than to be left alone and down her sorrows, “i’m not going home and i’m sure as hell not in the mood for you to say we’re not going back to my house and then we end up fucking there!”

“y/n,”emerson gently grabbed ahold of the girls hand, trying to make sure she didn’t stumble into the street in her drunken state, “i’m being serious. if you don’t want to go back we won’t. i wouldn’t lie about that.”

“everyone fucking says that!”the h/c cursed, as her bottom lip quivered, “first it was conrad who told me last summer that everything was fine, and dad just had to go on a trip on the fourth when in reality my parents were getting a divorce because my dad is a piece of shit!”

“next it was my dad who claims he’s not disappointed in me for quitting volleyball when every time he looks at me it’s filled with disappointment and makes me feel like a failure!”she yelled, ripping her hand away from emerson, as she continued on her rant, “finally it was mom who said that her cancer wasn’t back, but guess-fucking-what! she lied because now she’s six feet under in some cemetery in brighton!”

“i’m sick and tired of being lied to because everytime someone lies to me, it ends up going to shit!”she screamed, before a sob escaped her lips, and emerson wrapped the girl in a tight hug.

“i can’t do it anymore emmy.”the girl cried, clutching onto the brunette tightly, “i can’t continue being fucking lied to.”

it was awhile before the e/c girl sobs turned into cries, and those cries turned into whimpers, and emerson was able to get the girl into her car, with taylor swift playing softly in the background.

my tears ricochet started to play, and y/n looked out the window as emerson had started to drive away to god knows where, but y/n didn’t care. she watched as they exited out of cousin’s, and towards the city y/n adored so much.

boston.

the remaining fisher girl watched as a murder of crows flew over the skyline of boston as they entered it, and the city of boston reminded y/n of a ghost town. 

as they entered the city, presumably to just drive around and get the girl away from cousins, her eyes started to become heavy, and she slowly fell asleep as the sound of taylor swift’s voice reminded her of a soft lullaby.

emerson looked over at the girl, seeing her finally be relaxed since her mom had passed, and a small frown was placed on the blue eyed girl’s lips.

it wasn’t halloween, but the ghost of susannah fisher knew how to haunt y/n.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

I was grazing through the jervis x reader tag when I stumbled across your account. I read over your rules and what fandoms(characters) you write for and was wondering if I could either get headcanons or just a story, whichever is easier, if Jervis tetch (Benedict Samuel’s version) spotting fem or gn reader who has dwarfism( and if you’re not sure with writing this, it can just be a really short reader), hanging about with Jim (Either can be Jim’s sibling or close friend up to you) and is instantly just “😍🫣”. This can be during the breakout episode with the j squad. He starts trying to get close to them without getting arrested by Jim, leaving rhyme like letters for them, flowers, etc. Reader takes the letters to Jim who instantly knows who it is cause who else rhymes like that? Reader is then unsure about Jervis’s actions, thinking they aren’t real feelings since he is technically mad and messed up in the head and they are hella shy and insecure for obvious reasons.

I just realized I’m reflecting a little here. Sorry 💀. Basically I have dwarfism and it’s lovely to read others interpretations on people who have it. Not just readers who are short but actually have the disability.

You can either continue from here or cut it to an ending btw. Sfw or NSFW is both fine with me. Thank ya tons! And I’ll understand if ya can’t or just don’t want too!

'WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW,

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X DWARF!READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Jervis is intrigued, obsessed, and very deeply in love.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x dwarf!female reader. Anon who sent this- thank you for entrusting me!! I absolutely love obsessed Jervis teehee. warning for pretty obsessive behavior. (jer has no sense of boundaries)

♫ “Tonight, you're mine completely. / Can I believe the magic of your sighs?” Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? by Amy Winehouse

You've heard the whispers from Jim. He's been freaking the fuck out, for lack of better words. Not just one mad man on the loose- but three. You tell him there's a mad men on the loose every other day...it's Gotham. He just sighs.

Three of the big bads escaped Arkham last night- only one of which who you'd met personally a few months back. Though, you remember it like it was yesterday.

You were in the GCPD with Gordan and Harvey when it happened. You typically avoided the place- the guys there were assholes. You heard all the same comments before, about how you looked. Thank god for Harvey and Jim- especially Harvey, who had chewed a cadet out for laughing.

Jim had holed himself up with a girl named Alice Tetch. He had advised you came to the GCPD that day, horrible idea, you had to admit. "It's for your own protection." He said, but had left you out of the interrogation room by yourself.

You facepalmed as you watched the officers do there work awkwardly. Every now and again you'd catch one staring and you'd grimace.

It came to a head when you heard a strange circus-like music playing. And then your jaw dropped when two wrestlers stood up on the desks, followed by the loud intercom of a voice overhead.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is with great excitement that we welcome you to our show..."

And then a cop fell from the top floor and splat on Harvey's desk. Yep. Great idea Jim.

You felt yourself shaking- watching the scene unfold before you in chaos and horror. You backed up into the door- unable to move or run.

Suddenly- turning to your left, a man came into your vision. You had to look up to see him; tall and dark with a top hat.

He cocked his head as he looked down on you, eyebrows pulled together. You swallowed, and after a beat of silence, a strange smile broke out on his face.

He seemed to be studying you, paused in his movements.

"Hello." He greeted, curtly. It was as though he was making a mental note of you. Before you knew it, you were being pushed to the side- and made his way right into the interrogation room.

You feared for Jim, but he always had it handled. So...you ran towards a back exit and booked it.

Your luck would have it that now, in the present, Jervis Tetch (that's what you eventually learned his name was) was fiending for a new obsession. That just happened to be you.

The Arkham breakout happened just earlier last night, and you've found numerous letters, flowers, even an antique pocket watch, and light blue dress tailored to your size. Every where you went in your day-to-day a gift was tastefully and subtly placed.

"With every beat, my soul's unrest,

In dreams of you, I am obsessed,

In Gotham's night, you're my desire,

My precious door-mouse, in this world of fire."

Okay- well, a bit cheesy. The letters read...interesting poems. You found it strangely flattering.

You hadn't figured who it was until you begrudgingly went back to the GCPD to tell Jim- who gaped at you. At first, he was hellbent that this was Jervis trying to lure you in, kill you as punishment for the whole Alice situation.

You too found the whole situation confusing. But as the days continued to go by with more and more and more unique gifts and oddly heartfelt poems, it was getting a tad too real.

No, Jervis was most definitely infatuated with you.

Now, you're in your apartment. And you hear a gentle knock at the door.

You open a single latch, allowing you to peak out the creak before letting the visitor in.

You have to look up once again to see him, and you're blood runs both cold and hot and the man. He must stand at least two feet taller than you- looking deep into your eyes with the smile of a gentleman.

"May I come in?" He chirps, gleefully. Against your better judgement, you step away from the door, standing on your toes to unlock it.

He makes his way in, hands clasped together. He scans your apartment, noting his gifts strewn about. Even the flowers he bought you in a vase. His smile widens.

"Hello, my dear." He turns to you, happily. "I see you've gotten my gifts."

"Um, yeah." You manage to speak, sucking your teeth and fidgeting. Before you know it, one of your small hands is being engulfed by his own. He kneels down before you, so you're on the same level.

"Well?" He prompts, squeezing your hand gently. "What do you think, my dear door-mouse?"

"They were....really nice, actually." You speak- and flinch out of his hold. His brows furrow when you do this.

The first thing to run through his mind is that you don't reciprocate the feelings of infatuation. That's how Alice was. He wouldn't have any qualms hypnotizing you, that's for sure. But it would be nice to be appreciated.

You can tell by the offended look on his face what he's thinking, and rush to explain.

"No, no! I...I loved them. I guess, I'm just not sure why you're interested in me?" You nod to yourself. Not just referencing your disability- but your lack of any real conversation with the man.

His face lights up again in understanding.

"Ah! Trivial, my dear. On the contrary, I find you maddeningly lovely." He speaks- and forces his hand onto yours again.

All you can do is nod- a million thoughts racing in your head. You're sure he's crazy, but you find it...kind of nice.

He's incredibly handsy, sitting on his knees in front of you, manhandling you a bit. Before you know it, he's pulling you into him, spouting words of affirmation and nuzzling into you like a cat.

Briefly, you think of what Jim might have to say if he finds out about this and tense.

You realize this is just the beginning.

[writeandsurvive]

Doubts ~ Alden Parker 2/2

Summary: Alden Parker reconnects with his first love and it gets him all confused  Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader Words count: 5.5k Warnings: age gap relationship, pregnancy talk, mention of dissociation Author's note: it's been a while since I wrote for Alden and I definitely didn't expect for it to be this long, nor take this way either but here we are. I'm giving myself to opportunity to write sequel fics with that ending, cause you never know. I hope you're enjoying it <3 love!

Around lunch time, he received a text from Jeremy. 

‘Wanna come over with your lady tonight?’ He didn’t answer immediately because he didn’t know. 

A couple hours later, it was your turn to text him. 

‘Jer is inviting us for dinner tonight. I’m down! You?’

He can leave Jeremy on read but he can’t do it to you. 

‘Not sure, day’s a mess.’

More like his head is a mess. 

‘Is it okay if I go anyway? You can join if you leave work early enough.’

‘Of course, go! I’ll keep you posted.’

‘Works. Love you, Superman! ❤️’

‘Love you too’

“You look miserable, Parker.” Nick Torres informed him as he grabbed a pastry still sitting on Alden’s desk.

“Thanks, Torres?”

“I bet it’s past days haven't been easy for you. When are we going to meet the future Mrs Parker?”

“Don’t know. We got some stuff planned already.”

“You know she can just stop by.” Jess chimed in.

“Been there, done that. Nope.”

“Alden” it was Tim’s turn to join, “We’re not jerks from the FBI, you know?”

“I don’t worry about you guys. But—“ his hand gesture showed off the entire headquarters, meaning everyone else. 

“I know what’s going on!” Jess interjected, earning puzzled looks from her coworkers. “You’re gatekeeping her.”

“Gatekeeping?”

“Kasie told me how pretty she is. And she’s younger than you.”

“We established that.”

“You are afraid someone in here, in her age rank, will try to swoop her away from you.” 

Alden let out a humorless laugh. “Trust me, Jess, I’ve seen many people try and fail. Right in front of me. I’m not worried about that.” 

“Or maybe she’s just good at hiding it.” Nick grinned at his team leader. 

“Torres, shut up.” 

“Gatekeeping.” Jess said, again. And Tim and Nick repeated it as agreements.

Alden Parker wasn’t sure what drove him to Joy’s house once again. He didn’t even know why he drove for two hours before going there, just to get her favorite pastries from when they were kids. The case is done, and he should put this behind him like it’s been all of those years. But when she opened the door and welcomed him inside, he smiled. 

They settled at the table with coffee and pastries, and started to talk. It was about the case this time, it was about them. Their past, what happened, how they felt. What their lives became from there. He learned that his ex wife Vivian visited Joy after their divorce because she “wanted to see the woman she fought against through the entire marriage.”

“That’s very stupid.” He said “And I’m sorry she actually came to see you.”

“It’s okay, at least I knew about how your life turned out. But it was fifteen years ago. What happened after that?”

You. He met you several years after his divorce, but that was the only answer he wanted to give. You happened, and you made his life a thousand times better. 

“I'm getting married in two months.” 

“Oh! I didn’t—well, congratulations, Park. Kids? Stepkids perhaps?”

“No and no.”

“Do you regret not having kids?”

Alden rubbed his face before answering. “I’m sorry, maybe you don’t want to talk about—“

“She’s younger than me. Young enough to get pregnant, so—“

“Okay, back up. When you say younger than you—?”

“Ryan’s age.”

“You kidding me right now?”

He shook his head no.

“Park, what the hell! Are you seriously getting married to a girl who could be your daughter?”

“Please, don’t, Joy. I’ve had this conversation too many times, I’m not having it with you.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s—“

“Wrong? Bad? Sick? Perverted? Trust me, I heard it all.”

“No, I was just going to say that—it’s too bad.” He looked up to her. “I was hoping you were single.”

He felt her hand on top of his. He knew he should’ve moved his hand away. He should’ve told her to back off, tell her that he wasn’t, and he was very happy about his life and upcoming wedding. But he let her. He let her intertwine her fingers with his. He even squeezed and she softly smiled. She got closer to him, and he didn’t move away. He saw her face approaching his, and he stayed there. Her lips touched his and he didn’t pull away. 

When his phone buzzed, he basically jumped from his seat, stepping away from Joy. Confused and lost, he grabbed his phone and saw that Jeremy was calling. He cleared his throat before answering.

“Hey pal.” He tried to sound casual.

“Uncle Alden! Where are you? Are you coming?” Eli.

“Buddy, hey! I’m still at work, but I’m coming soon, okay? I hope you didn’t start eating without me?” 

“No but hurry, you’re gonna miss the beginning of the game!” 

“I’m on my way! I’m hurrying up!” 

“Okay! But auntie said "drive safe.””

“Always.”

Joy was sitting at the table again. “My godson.”

“And he’s waiting for you, from what I understood.”

“Yeah, dinner and a baseball game.”

He grabbed his coat to put it on. 

“Is she his godmother?”

“No, Eli was five when I met her. But I really don’t want to talk about her with you, Joy. That kiss shouldn’t have happened.” He started to walk towards the door. 

“But it did and you didn’t fight. Not even for a second.” 

And he hated that. He hated himself. 

He opened the door. 

“Maybe that wedding shouldn’t happen.” She said. 

He closed the door. 

It was probably one of the worst drive of his life. How could he let this happen? How could he do this to you? He never faulted when he was married to Vivian, or any other relationships, but he did it with you. You’re the most amazing thing that ever happened to him, the most precious person he could ever meet, and he betrayed you. And the worst part of this? He wasn’t sure it wouldn’t happen again. Because catching up with Joy does something to him. It makes him feel things he thought long gone. He makes him wonder a lot of things, and pretty much puts his whole life into perspective. What if he changed earlier and her parents didn’t move away? What if she answered his letters? What if life hadn’t separated them? 

What if…

What if it was their second chance?

Alden knocked at the door and let himself in as usual. Eli came running to hug his godfather. Jeremy’s wife greeted him with a hug, the men greeted each other with their handshake, and his eyes laid down on you. You stood up from the couch with a soft smile. But he knows you well. He knows there’s sadness behind this smile. You probably could feel his internal struggle and was worried about it. But you were trying to hide it. “Hey you.” You whispered. 

To your surprise, Alden pulled you into a hug before kissing your forehead and then your lips. It was brief, but nice. 

You all settled in the living room, as the game was about to start. Jeremy’s wife had prepared some toasts and snacks to pick, and she served a beer to Alden. Eli was sitting next to his godfather, wearing his Cubs hat and you were on Alden’s other side. The game started, the conversations went from what you were watching to catching up with one another. Your fiancé and Jeremy talked about work here and there. You and his wife talked about the wedding, and she showed you some stuff she saw online. Lots of DIY. 

“Let me just say it. Sweetie, my lovely wife here is just waiting for you to ask to do all those things for the wedding.” Jeremy said.

“Jer!!” His wife interjected. 

“Do you really want to do all of this for us?” You asked her. 

“Kinda. I mean, I love weddings and I didn’t get to plan ours cause I was very much pregnant. But yeah, I’d love to. If it’s okay with you of course.”

“Of course! I mean I’m good with planning, but decorations, ambiance, that’s not my strong suit.”

“Don’t worry about that then. I’m handling it.” 

You hugged her and looked at Alden. He was physically there, but his mind was far away. You could tell. 

“Den, you good with Becky taking care of the decor?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” He forced a smile. “Thank you Beck’s.”

You spent the rest of the game looking at your fiancé who was clearly avoiding your eyes, or actually you altogether. He was focusing on the game with Eli, shouting at the TV here and there. Becky made small talk with you and you answered, doing your best to hide how you were really feeling. At half time, Jeremy invited Alden to the backyard. “You good, man?”

“Yes, just tired. Long week.”

“Meeting again with your first love.”

Alden didn’t take the slug he was about to. He stopped, staring at his best friend. 

“She told you?”

“Of course. She’s worried, Alden.” Jeremy waited for Alden to say something but he just stared at his beer. “Is she right to be worried?”

He looked up to his best friend but this time, he had tears in his eyes. Still unable to say anything, he just shook his head. Not as “no”, but as defeat. He was lost, and lost for words. Jeremy wheeled closer. “Did something happen?” He whispered. 

“We kissed.” 

“Alden.”

“I know, Jer. I’m—horrible. Doing this to her? I hate myself for it, I would kick my own ass if I could.” 

“Look. If it was just a kiss, I’m sure she can get past it. She’ll give you hell for it though.” 

Alden stayed silent again. 

“Was it more than a kiss?”

“No, no! Just that. But—“

Jeremy was starting to understand. 

“Parker, don’t tell me you’re questioning everything right now?”

“I’m lost, Jer. I love Y/N so much, she’s my world. But I can’t shake the feeling that— Joy reappeared for a reason. You know?”

“And that reason was her stupid ass son.”

“He’s a good kid.”

“Don’t. I’m not going to support this bullshit, Alden.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means—if you end it with Y/N to get back to Joy, you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You’ll regret it faster than you can imagine and believe me, I’ll be right here to say “I told you so””

“Thanks for your support, friend.”

“You’re my brother and I love you, and it’s my job to tell you when you’re being the biggest idiot.”

Alden drank the rest of his beer in one swallow. Jeremy wasn’t moving. He was waiting for his best friend to come to his senses. 

“Will you take care of her?” Alden asked. 

“What?”

“If I— make the biggest mistake of my life. Will you take care of her?” 

Jeremy only saw Alden crying twice. After the accident, and at this very moment. He seemed heartbroken and genuinely torn apart by what he was feeling. Jer wanted to shake him off, but realized there was no point. 

“Yes. We will.” He reassured him. 

Inside the house, you were playing on your phone with Eli. When the commercials were over, he stood up to get his dad and goddad but came back quickly without them. “Auntie. Uncle Den is crying!”

“What? Are you sure?” 

He nodded so you rushed to the backyard. Eli was right. Alden was crying. You immediately kneeled down in front of him, and grabbed his face. “Alden baby, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” 

He loosely wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You looked at Jeremy for some answers but he avoided your eyes. 

“Sorry for that? Alden, look at me. Talk to me.” 

“Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you what? What do you want me to forgive you for?”

You tried to grab his face to make him look at you but he fought off and kept his head in your neck. 

“Joy.” You simply said. 

Alden didn’t answer but he held you tighter. As if he knew you were about to pull away from him. Jeremy was still avoiding your eyes. 

“Did you sleep with her?” 

You were getting angry at his avoidance. You shouted his name, so he would stop hiding in your neck and holding you so tight you couldn’t escape. “Answer the goddamn question. And fucking let go of me.”

His hold loosened a little, and his face rose up. He looked pitiful. “Did you sleep with her?” You repeated, sharper this time. 

“We kissed.” He whispered, avoiding your eyes.

You didn’t react immediately, just took some sharp deep breaths. He kissed her. He kissed someone else. It was breaking your heart, but at the same time, maybe it was better than him sleeping with her like you thought. You could get over a kiss, right? You could forgive him for being lost for a moment. 

“Was that all?” You asked, afraid of the answer. 

He nodded, but kept avoiding your eyes.

“Fucking look at me, Alden.”

He did. Slowly. You were mad at him, hurt and felt betrayed. But you loved him beyond words, and most importantly, you didn’t want to lose him over a kiss.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I’m lost.”

“What do you mean, you’re lost?”

Alden was nervously rubbing his hands and he looked down at his feet again. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Stop stalling.” You were getting angrier and angrier. 

“I just–I don’t know what to say, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the kiss, for doing this to you. I hate myself for it.” He gently grabbed your hand that was still on his face and covered it with both his hands. “But I– I don’t know what I want anymore.”

You instantly took your hand off his despite the grip he had on it and you leaned back. Away from him. The tears that had been frightening to fall were now rolling down your cheeks.

“You don’t know if– you want to be with me or with her?” You sum up.

“Baby, I–”

“You’re telling me that– you’re ready to throw everything away. The past two years we’ve had together, our upcoming wedding, projects we have– for an ex, that you hadn’t seen in forty fucking years? That’s what you’re saying, Alden? You saw her only days ago, but you’re willing to risk losing me over her?” You didn’t know how you manage to say all of this despite feeling your throat closing in. You were choking up, but you needed to understand. You needed him to speak up, no matter how bad it could hurt. 

“I just need some time.”

At this moment, you stood up so fast your head spinned for a second. Or maybe it was the shock of what was happening. 

“Time? You need time?” You started to move like a lion in a cage, fighting off your tears as much as you could. Alden stayed seated, looking down at his shoes again. “Look at me you fucking coward.”

You knew this word would get a reaction out of him. He stood up too, grabbed your face to make you stop moving.

“I love you.” he choked up. “But I need closure.”

Those words broke your heart. You knew what it meant. 

You pulled your face off his grip, looked down at your engagement ring for a moment before taking it off and putting it in his palm. “Go for it.”

You walked past Jeremy, Becky and Eli - who didn’t understand what exactly was going -, grabbed your stuff and left. 

~

It’s been a week.

A week since you last saw Alden, a week since he broke your heart into thousands of pieces. A week since you walked home and trashed his greenhouse, because you couldn’t control yourself nor your pain. You knew it wasn’t a way to react, that it was impulsive, but when you got home to get some stuff, you looked around in tears. You saw pictures framed of the two. You didn’t mean to throw it on the floor at first but as you held it, you got madder at his face. His smile. You couldn’t hit him, but you could destroy that picture. From this, you completely dissociated, walked into the greenhouse and broke everything. Throwing the pots on the floor, ripping his flowers, destroying his expensive telescope. In retrospect, you’re mad at yourself for doing all of this, and even considered apologizing to him via text. But you never brought yourself to do it. Not even when he texted to check up on you or tried to call. 

You considered going over to Tay’s house, but decided against it and found a hotel to stay in. You didn’t want to see anyone, face anyone. You couldn’t face reality. For an entire week, you stayed in, barely ate, only texted Tay and Jeremy to let them know that you were indeed alive. But that was it.

Alden has been miserable through the entire week. Barely slept or ate, he wasn’t even bringing pastries to his team anymore. He met with Joy a couple of times but it didn’t feel right. He didn’t push her away when she kissed him, but stopped her when she wanted more. She said she understood it wasn’t easy for him, that she’d give him time to process the breakup, but the next minute, she was all over him. This wasn’t going the way he imagined. He was more lost than a week prior, because living without you felt impossible. He knew he couldn’t have it both ways, that he needed to make up his mind and stick to it. But all he’s been wanting to do was seeing you and holding you. 

He remembers coming home after that night at Jeremy’s and finding the pictures framed all over the floor and the greenhouse completely trashed. He deserved it. He spent hours cleaning, saving what could be saved. He tried to repair his telescope, even asked Tim for some help but his younger coworker told him he may as well buy a new one. 

The team was worried about their leader and they were thinking about interfering. They didn’t know exactly what had happened, but they were investigators so they figured out the big lines. 

“No pastries today?” Nick asked Jess and Tim as he walked into the bullpen. He saw Parker’s coat on the back of his chair so he knew the senior agent was already in.

“Nope. And he’s in a mood.”

“Did you find his fiancée?” He asked Tim.

“I didn’t like doing it, but yeah, she registered in a hotel last weekend. Been there since.”

“So they are officially broken up?” Jess joined.

“Looks like it.”

“Boy, I hope he’s not seeing this Joy woman.”

Of course, this was the sentence Alden heard as he came back from accounting. “Gossiping about my love life? Seriously, don’t you have anything better to do?”

“We’re just worried about you, Parker.” Nick told him.

“I don’t need you to worry about me! I don’t need you to figure out where Y/N cause I already know! And I most definitely don’t need you to do something about it! Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” They all agreed.

He stayed a long time at the office after everyone was gone. He didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment. It still smelled too much like you, your presence was overwhelming as all your stuff was still there. Not that he wanted you to come get them. 

It was the middle of the night when he got back to the apartment. And when he heard noises coming from the bedroom, he immediately reached for his gun and slowly walked towards the noises. “Federal Agent!” He called out. “Come out with your hands in the air!”

As he was about to reach the door, it opened to you. You were completely unbothered by his gun pointing at you, just walked past him to go to the bathroom. But you were stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. He whispered your name, shocked to see you here. “Wh–What are you doing here? How are you?”

“I live here.” You just answered. “You want me gone? Then throw me out.” You tried to keep walking to the bathroom but Alden didn’t let go of your hand.

“No, no! I don’t want you gone! I–I’m not throwing you out. Wasn’t in the first place. I’m just–I didn’t expect to see you here. You’ve been ghosting me.”

“Oh and that surprised you?”

“I guess not, I just– I didn’t want things to happen the way it did.”

“Look Alden, I’m about to pee myself here. So let me tell you why I’m here. I’m not going to make this easy on you. You want to see her? Fine. But you’re not doing it here. You’re stuck between me and her? Too bad, I’m not leaving my spot. Also, you’re making all the calls for the wedding. You’ll call the guests, the caterer, the venue, the minister and tell them you’re canceling it. You should deal with the consequences and I’ll make sure that you do.”

You pulled your hand away and he let go. You really needed to pee. And when you got out of the bathroom, he was still there. Leaning against the wall, jacket off and gun pulled away. He looked miserable. But it was all his fault.

“I’m not seeing her.” He informed you. “I just said I needed time.”

“So what? I should’ve stayed here, and waited until you may or may break up with me? Sit here and wonder if you’re coming home late because you’re with her?”

“Isn’t that what's gonna happen now that you’re here?”

You let a humorless laugh. “You didn’t get it. I’m here because this is my home. My name is on the lease, I pay half of the rent, my whole life is in here. I’m not giving that up, whether or not we’re broken up. And if that causes you trouble, then perfect.”

“So, we’re like what? Roommates?”

“If you want to put a label on it. You ruined my heart, Alden and I’m letting you ruin my whole life.”

“I never asked you to leave, Y/N!” His voice rose up, as he was getting angry. “I never wanted you out of my life! I didn’t even want to cancel the wedding, okay? All I needed was to figure things out!”

“But it wasn’t figuring out what suit you’re going to wear! It’s figuring out if you want to be with me or with her! Do you honestly think I would marry someone if I’m wondering if he really wants me?”

“Wait–” he stayed silent for a second, taking a deep breath. “Are you saying that–if I tell you I still want to marry you in two months, you wouldn’t want to?”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if you’re still thinking about her.” You didn’t know why but your voice got softer at this moment.

His eyes started to watered. “I kinda feel like you’re actually breaking up with me, right now.”

You silently cried for a moment. “You broke my heart, Alden.” you whispered. “I felt betrayed and rejected, like I’ve felt my entire life until I met you.” 

Alden fell down against the wall until his butt hit the floor. He was silently crying, hating myself even more. “Then–Why are you here?” He struggled to ask.

You kneeled in front of him. “Because I’m pregnant.”

Alden’s brain froze for a very long moment. Did he hear you right? or was he hallucinating? Was it a dream? Were you really pregnant? With his baby? He stared a blind spot for several minutes, but finally looked back at you. He wanted to smile. Despite the horrible circumstances, despite how you got to this point. You were pregnant. You were carrying his baby. Silently, he extended his arms, tentatively trying to touch your stomach. But you stopped him. “Don’t just yet.” It hurt you more than you could’ve imagined to say those following words, “I’m considering abortion.”

His brain froze again for a moment.

“Wait, what? No!” He got on his knees. “Princess! No. I know it’s your body, but I probably shouldn’t be doing this but please, let’s talk about this. You’re pregnant.” More tears fell down his cheeks, but it wasn’t sadness. “You’re carrying our baby.”

“Alden—“ you choked up. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, please.” 

“I can’t let you have abortion without talking it through. I can’t.”

“I said I was considering it.” This time, he managed to hear his hands on your stomach and you didn’t pull away. You were ugly crying by now. “That’s not how I imagined this would go. It should’ve been the most amazing news of our lives, but now—it feels wrong.”

“Wrong? That’s the furthest thing from wrong.” He gently held your face. “It’s far from ideal, it’s—messy if you want to put it that way. But we can figure it out. We can make it work, one way or another.”

“I don’t want to do the coparenting thing, Den. I want to raise my baby with its father, my husband.” 

“And I want to kiss you right now.” He whispered.

“Please don’t. Don’t choose me because I’m pregnant. I could never be happy with that.”

“I understand. Really, I get it.” Silence filled the room again, except for sniffing and deep breaths coming from both you and Alden. “How about we get up now and sleep on it? You can take the master bedroom.”

You followed his lead and stood up. “Did you really think I’d sleep in the guest room?”

He chuckled softly. “Of course not. I just need my shorts and phone charger.” 

Neither of you slept. 

You didn’t want to tell him about the pregnancy just yet, nor like that. You wanted to wait a little and see how things were, see if being around him could help you make a decision. But he knows now, and it may have been easier if he said he didn’t want this baby.  

But Alden wanted this baby. He’s never been this close to being a dad. No woman has ever been pregnant with his baby. And the fact that it’s you—he wants to erase those past two weeks. Erase his doubts, erase his behavior, erase the hurt and pain he caused you. He never doubted his love for you, though. He knows what happened in his mind, he’s known before tonight. Maybe he should just face it and admit it to you. 

You woke up in the morning to the smell of food. Your favorite breakfast food and it both made you hungry and nauseous. You rushed to the bathroom as soon as your eyes opened, and Alden immediately joined you as he saw you running. He kneeled down next to you, holding your hair as your morning sickness hit. He gently rubbed your back. Once you were done, you sat on the floor against the wall. “I’ll get you water.” 

“No. Give me my toothbrush first.” 

He stood up, grabbed your toothbrush that you left there (you only packed a few clothes the week prior and bought the rest), added some toothpaste on it and handed it to you. You brushed your teeth while staying on the floor. 

“Do you want me to carry you to the couch?”

“I’m pregnant, Alden, not invalide.”

You walked to the kitchen with your baby daddy on your toes. 

“I cooked but I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to eat. Or maybe you want something else? Any cravings?”

You sat at the kitchen island and buried your face in your hands. “Alden, stop. Don’t act like your usual loving and caring self.”

“Ooookay. What am I supposed to do then?”

“I don’t know.”

He put a big glass of water in front of you and sat on the stool next to yours. He made you spin so you were facing each other. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You took a deep breath, “I’m listening.”

“I always knew I’d come back to you.”

“What?”

“I needed closure with Joy. Subconsciously, I was hoping you’d let me—“

“Do your thing with her and wait patiently until you come back?”

He sighed. “It’s horrible, I know. It was selfish and wrong, and just plainly— jerk behavior.”

“I’d say asshole. Dumbass. Dickhead.” 

He sadly chuckled. “Whatever word you want to use, they are all valid.” 

“Basically, you wanted me to give you a pass on this.”

“Something like that, yeah.” 

“When did you reach that conclusion?”

“A few days ago. I ran into Max and his mom, and poor little guy was so upset at us—“

“Oh my god! His game!”

“Yeah. We missed it. And I tried to explain to him that we had some issues, and after he stopped pouting, he actually listened. I told him I’ve had a problem in the greenhouse and that I’d loved his help to get it back the way it was. And I guess from what I told him, he understood that you were temporarily away. And he told me, “We have to make the apartment spot clean for when Y/N comes back.” From there, my mind—“

Alden watched you as you stood up and went to get something from the closet. Then you walked towards the front door with a gift in your hands. “Where are you going?”

“Apologize!”

He didn’t move until you came back, which wasn’t long after and the gift was still in your hands. “They are not home, I’ll try again later.”

“He’s not mad at us, I made sure of it.”

“I know, but we promised we’d be there. And we didn’t show up, he probably felt so sad.”

Your emotions overwhelmed you and you started to cry there, sitting on the couch. Alden sat next to you, hesitating for a moment before hugging you. You didn’t push him away. “He still loves us.” He assured you.

“I still love you but it doesn’t make it okay.” 

You regretted saying it as soon as it left your mouth, but Alden uncontrollably smiled. Silver lighting. 

You let Alden hold you for a moment, because it felt nice on some levels. You still couldn’t believe what he put you through though. “We were doing so good.” You whispered. 

“I know. I’m not even sure I understand myself.”

You stayed silent once more. 

“So, you didn’t—sleep with her?”

“No.”

“Well—maybe you should.”

“Wait, what?” Alden shifted, clearly taken off guard. He gently grabbed your chin to make you face him. “Are you seriously telling me to sleep with someone else?”

“Yes.” You said with eyes full of tears. “Maybe that way you can totally put it behind you.”

“That’s—crazy. Absolutely crazy.” He moved down to his knees. “I couldn’t go that far, princess. I did see her and we—made out, if we can call it that. But it felt wrong, so wrong. I wasn’t kissing the right person. When she was touching me, I kept thinking that only you can touch me. Only you know how to touch me. My entire world felt out of place. I think the sixteen years old in me wanted it, but fuck I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m a stupid old man, who’s so in love with a woman too young for him. A woman who definitely deserves better, because she’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I failed her.” He held your face in his big soft hands, and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me.” He kissed your nose. “I’ll make sure our little one knows how precious their mama is and that we are the luckiest.” You were both crying. “Please.” He added. 

“You know those Moroccan pastries we had in a little shop in New York?”

“Sure. Kaab al ghzal.” He said in his best accent possible. 

“I’m craving them.”

He chuckled softly. “Then I guess I’m going to New York.” 

“Actually, I, um—there’s this new musical on Broadway—“

“Then I guess we are going to New York.”

“Two different bedrooms, Alden. Connecting at best.”

“I can deal with that. What else?”

“Your treat.”

“Obviously. That it?”

“You leave your phone here.”

Dilemma. He wouldn’t do it in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for his work. He’s technically off for the weekend, but being a Federal Agent comes with a lot of inconvenience, and being called at any time any day is one of them. But he saw in your eyes how serious you were. It wasn’t about his work, which is something you’ve always understood and were mostly okay with. It was about him showing you he meant every word he said. 

“Let me just inform the team.”

[gothamslostboy]

Could i get Jerome headcanons if he were to find out his male S/O was a notorious criminal/killer?

Ofc bud! Thanks for the request:] it was really easy to write and I had a great time with it, hope you enjoy

Jerome W/ Killer S/O

He was intrigued the moment he met you

Jerome had seen you before

He knew he had

But couldn’t quite place it

That didn’t matter to him all that much

He was much more interested in the fact the you weren’t scared of him, no, you actually flirted with him

That was something he’d never seen before, and boy did he like it

The flirting happened at times he wouldn’t expect, like bumping into eachother while he flees a murder scene

It didn’t take long for you two to make it official

Which is when Jerome started to put pieces together

For all his insanity and blabbering, he had quite the keen eye

He notices how little you talk about your life before Gotham, giving vague answers or avoiding the questions entirely

He notices the way your eyes light up while he explains the various crimes he commits

Your hands twitching on top of your bouncing knee as you wait for more details

How you seem to have endless ideas for what he should try next

Jerome took these to mean you were just a killer in waiting, that he will have to be the one to help you accept these thoughts and turn them into actions

Until the news station managed to get you on camera one night

Even briefly, it was enough for police officers from several states to identify you and call Gordon

He had shown up at your apartment the next night

Coincidentally the same night you and Jerome were enjoying date night

Jerome heard Jim call out for someone, a Y/N L/N, to come out with his hands up, and figured they had the wrong place

That’s not the name he knew you by anyways

But as soon as he looked back at you, a grin broke out on his face

“Ooooohhh, what ya been hiding Doll? Has to be interesting enough for you to change yo-“

Jerome finally remembered where he knew you from

Years ago, while still at the circus he had read a news paper

A boy his age going all across North America, torturing and killing at least 5 close ones of the most well respected police officer in every place they travel

Jerome was buzzing with excitement as he followed you to a safe hidden in the bed room

“Sorry I Never told you Jer, was trying to get to Gordon under the radar ya’know? So he wouldn’t see it coming”

Meanwhile he’s bouncing on his feet, laughing maniacally as you hand him one of your guns

“I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING IN YA! I KNEW IT DOLL!”

The two of you manage to escape the apartment, you aiming a shot at Bullock and hitting his knee

When you get back to Jerome’s hide out, he immediately pulls you into a passionate kiss

When y’all are done, Jerome wants to know everything about your crimes

How many have you killed?

How’d you kill them?

Did the other cops get destroyed?

Who are your targets this time?

As soon as you say Bruce’s name he gets really excited again

Making plans right then and there for you guys to kill him together

Overall he absolutely loves the fact you’re a criminal

Loves that you’re as insane as he is

Jerome’s gonna provide all the help you need to shatter James Gordon into a million pieces

I mean, what else are boyfriends for?

——— TAGS ———

@g4ywastaken @britany1997

[amboy2007]

Power yoga much?!

Beverly Hills-8:11pm.

Woman: I just love Kung-fu Fondue a good workout and a fabuoulos meal.

Man: Its the hottest on the Beve hills scene.

A noise.

Woman; What was that?

Man: I dont know but lets not stick around to find out!

They went into there car.

And try to start it.

The kiddnapper grabs them.

Both: Screaming!!!!!!!!!!

Title: Power Yoga Much.

Beverly hills high school gym 3:28 pm.

The boys are climbing.

Timmy Nex Riven Brandon and Sky climb up easliy.

All exept one boy Helia.

Nex: Hey come on Helia dig dig.

Helia: Yeah im trying, im trying!!!!!

Riven: Well try harder!!

Brandon: Yeah rub some elbow greesse.

Male Gym teacher: Ok time up fabulous Timmy, great work Sky, A+ for Nex, way to climb Riven, nice techinchg Brandon. Okay everyone hit the showers.

Helia jumps off. As they went to shower the stops him.

Male Gym teacher: Not so fast Helia im afried if you dont climb yet you wont pass this class im afried i'll hate to do this. Im gonna have to put you in the uncoodinated students.

Nex: You mean your putting poor him with the dorks!

Boys: Gasping!!!!!! NOT THE DORKS???!!!😱😱😱😱😱

Male gym teacher: We perfer to call it D.O.R.K.: The deveolpment for over rembial kids class. Its for you own good.

He left.

Brandon: Woah tough break.

Helia: B-B-But i dont wanna be a "Dork"!

Nex: Then you gotta learn to climb.

Timmy: I start liking climb when were you know. * wispers* S.P.I.E.S.

Riven: Man you rule with the 7.09 bungee belt/ static cable Bungee belt and killer moves with the Laser nile file and a cool flyer with our Jetpack backpack so how come know ?

Helia : I had infinte acess to wepons and tools so its easy but when gadgetless.

They tease him a bit.

Boys: (teasing) Oh, Gadget Boy! Can't even climb without his toys!

Helia: You guys are giving me an earache pleasre try to be quite!☹️ 😡

Nex: 😂 Oh, come on Helia! We're just joking around! Don't be so sensitive! 😜

Riven: 🤣 Yeah, Gadget Boy can't handle a little teasing! 😂

Brandon: 😂 Hey, Helia, don't get your circuits crossed! 😜

Timmy: 🤣 Yeah, chill out, Helia! We're just messing with you! 😂

Sky: 😂 Hey, guys, lay off Helia! He's already having a tough day! 😊

Helia: 😡 You guys think you're so funny, but I'm not laughing! 😤

Timmy walks up to the towel.

Timmy: Nast when was the last time these towel washed!

Nex: Gross, Timmy, don't touch that! Who knows how long it's been since those towels were washed?!

Riven: Yeah, it's probably been infested with gym bacteria!

Brandon: Ugh, don't even joke about that! I don't want to think about what's living on those towels!

Timmy: I'm serious, guys! This towel smells like a combination of sweat and despair!

(Suddenly, the gym teacher walks by, overhearing the conversation)

Gym Teacher: Ah, ah, ah! What's going on here? You boys having a problem with the towels?

Nex: Uh, no, sir! We were just, uh, admiring their... um, unique aroma!

Male Gym Teacher: (shaking head) Alright, alright... Just remember, boys: cleanliness is next to athleticism! (walks away)

(The boys share a laugh)

Timmy: (whispering) I think we just got out of towel-duty!

Riven: (grinning) Nice save, Nex!

Nex: (smirking) All part of being a master of distraction!

Brandon: (laughing) Yeah, and a master of making up ridiculous excuses!

(The boys chuckle and continue to get changed)

Suddenly the boys were Woohped.

Towel tornado varient.

Boys: AWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHH JERRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Nex: I dont know how many times do we have to tell Jer no Woohping in gross places????!!!!

Boys: Bwahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

They landed in Jerry office.

Brandon: Could you just wait till we take a shower?! We totally reek!!!!

The boys gave him death stares.

Jerry: Im sorry boys but danger dosent wait for hygenie. There's a rash of disappearing people in the Beverly hills area!

Sky: Huh?

Brandon: Huh?

Timmy: They look famlier do they go to Bev High?!

Riven: Dont know but i guess they fail a lot of classes.

Timmy thought to him self your the one who's flunking.

Jerry: Your gonna need something for you mission.

Nex: (exasperated) Jerry, focus! Can we please just shower first? We're covered in gym sweat!

Jerry: (serious) I'm afraid not, boys. Time is of the essence. Now, let's get to the mission briefing.

(Jerry hands each of the boys a high-tech gadget)

Jerry: These are advanced tracking devices. They'll help you locate the missing persons.

Brandon: (examining the device) Whoa, this thing is sweet! But what's the plan, Jerry?

Jerry: (serious) Your mission is to infiltrate the suspected location of the kidnappings and gather intel.

Timmy: (concerned) Suspected location? What do you mean?

Jerry: (grimly) I mean the old abandoned mansion on the outskirts of Beverly Hills.

Riven: (skeptical) That place is creepy! Are you sure that's where the kidnappings are happening?

Jerry: (firmly) That's where the evidence points. Now, gear up, boys! You have a mission to complete!

Jerry: Oh G.L.A.D.I.S. oh dear!! I mean the amazing G.L.A.D.I.S.!!!!!!

Nex: What?!

Sky: Oh!

Jerry: G.L.A.D.I.S. has a new hobby she's learning magic tricks please humour not heckle boys.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Welcome one and all lets see for our first gadget hey wait do we have here?!

She pulls somthing behind Jerry's ear.

Jerry: Hey

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Five multi function charm bracelets.

Nex: (impressed) Whoa, nice one, G.L.A.D.I.S.!

Riven: (amused) Yeah, Jerry, you're a great prop for her magic show!

Brandon: (laughing) Five multi-function charm bracelets? That's awesome!

Timmy: (excited) Amazing what do they do again?

G.L.A.D.I.S.: (smiling) Ah, of course, my dear boys! (presses a button on the bracelet) Behold!

(The bracelets emit a bright light, and suddenly, the boys are equipped with various gadgets, such as grappling hooks, laser cutters, and more)

Jerry: (proudly) Ah, G.L.A.D.I.S., you're a genius!

Nex: (grinning) Alright, let's get moving! We've got a mission to complete!

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Now watch as i take this simple coin and turn it into. Tada!! Hot and Spicy gum it allows the user to sweat extevily!!

She had 6 hot and spicy gum.

The boys clapped one of them are clapped while being sarcastic

Helia: Hot and Spicy gum W.O.O.H.P. lab must be seriously understaff.

Nex: (laughing) Oh, Helia, you're such a skeptic!

Riven: (chuckling) Yeah, come on, Helia, it's just a little gum!

G.L.A.D.I.S.: (smiling) Ah, but this is no ordinary gum, my dear boys! The Hot and Spicy gum is a highly advanced tool, capable of inducing excessive sweating in the user!

Brandon: (impressed) Whoa, that's actually kind of cool!

Timmy: (excited) Can we try it? Can we try it?

Jerry: (sternly) Ah, no, no, no! The Hot and Spicy gum is for emergency situations only!

Helia: (sarcastically) Oh, yeah, because nothing says "emergency situation" like a piece of gum that makes you sweat a lot...

She has a black hat.

G.L.A.D.I.S: Now for our must powerful inventions.

Sky: Is it the Nuclear meltdown curling iron??!!

G.L.A.D.I.S.: No.

Sky: Whatever.

The boys make puns at Sky.

Nex: (laughing) Hey Sky, it looks like your guess was a bit of a "meltdown"!

Riven: (chuckling) Yeah, you really "ironed" out the competition with that one!

Brandon: (grinning) Sky, you're a real "hot head"!

Timmy: (giggling) I think Sky just got "curl-ed" into a ball of embarrassment!

Helia: (smirking) Yeah, Sky, it looks like your guess was just a "hair-brained" scheme!

(Sky looks embarrassed, but the boys are all laughing and having a good time)

Sky: They never gave us im a careful spy unlike you guys!😡🤬

Nex: (teasingly) Oh, Sky, you're just jealous because we're the ones with the top-secret spy training!

Riven: (laughing) Yeah, Sky, you're more like a "sky's-the-limit" kind of spy – always getting caught up in the clouds!

Brandon: (jokingly) Hey, Sky, don't worry, we'll teach you the ways of espionage... but first, you have to learn how to make a decent pun!

Timmy: (giggling) Yeah, Sky, you're always "flying" solo, but with us, you'll be part of a "team"!

Helia: (smirking) Yeah, Sky, we'll make you a spy... but only if you promise not to "crash" the mission!

(G.L.A.D.I.S. clears her throat, interrupting the teasing)

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Ah, boys, I think it's time to focus. We have a mission to brief, and I have one more invention to reveal...

G.L.A.D.I.S.: Abracadbra!!

A black cloath appear.

Boys: Uh.

Brandon: Does it make us ugly?

Nex: What does it do? Besides make us look ugly.

Jerry: This tool is called the black belt. It ties to or more people together and copy moves.

Nex: So the others will use my running side kick or Brandon and Timmy gymnastices back flips and punck.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: (smiling) Ah, yes! The Black Belt is a very useful tool for teamwork and synchronization. With this belt, you'll be able to move in perfect harmony, anticipating each other's actions.

Riven: (impressed) Whoa, that's actually really cool! We can use it to take down enemies with ease!

Brandon: (excited) Yeah, and we can also use it to perform some sick combos!

Timmy: (giggling) I can just imagine us doing a synchronized backflip kick!

Helia: (sarcastically) Oh joy, because nothing says "stealthy spy mission" like a group of people tied together with a magical belt.

Jerry: (sternly) Helia, this tool can be very useful in the right situation. Let's just hope you boys can learn to use it effectively.

G.L.A.D.I.S.: (smiling) Now, let's see... who shall we pair up first? Ah yes, Nex and Brandon! (ties the Black Belt around Nex and Brandon's waists)

Nex: (nervously) Uh, what's going to happen now?

Brandon: (grinning) Don't worry, Nex! We'll make a killer team! (both Nex and Brandon suddenly jump into a perfectly synchronized backflip kick)

Jerry: You can also learn moves from movies, series, video games and etcera. Nex Brandon play time is over. These might cause head aches so be careful.

Timmy: So cool Jer i love advanced tech i love these things.

Sky: Yeah.

Aleart aleart.

Jerry: Good hevens!! A beverly hills teen boy your age just called 911 on his cell phone!!!!

Sky: Its go time boys!!

G.L.A.D.I.S.: AND NOW FOR MY GRAND FINALE NOW YOU SEE THEM NOW YOU DONT TADA!!!!

She made them disapper.

Jerry:*faceplams* Oh dear!

The scence shifts to the boys on thier Motorcycles.

Totally spies unreleased Action 2 from the episodes Its how you play the game and Feng shui is like so passe music plays

Helia Nex and Sky were the fastest the others catch up.

Riven: And they say my driving's bad.

Nex: Your driving is the worst of all!

Riven: All of you are just chickens and hypocrites.

Sky look at his X-Wallet.

Sky: Looks like the call is right around here.

Nex and Brandon: Gasp! Guys look!

Helia: What.

Nex and Brandon: Its Kung fu Fondue!

Riven: The biggest workout eatery in Beverly Hills.

Helia: Eating and workout at the same time awsome.

Sky: We have to get reversions!

Timmy: I hear you can stand do a handstand and eat with your toes.

Brandon: NAST!!!!! GROSS

BOYS: LAUGHING!!!

Sky: Someone's reading to many hoax and gossips!

(The scene continues with the boys laughing and joking as they arrive at Kung Fu Fondue)

Nex: (teasingly) Yeah, Sky, you're such a believer! Handstands and eating with your toes? Come on!

Helia: (laughing) I think Timmy's been reading too many weird food blogs!

Riven: (jokingly) Yeah, next thing you know, he'll be trying to eat a whole pizza while doing a backflip!

Timmy: (excitedly) Ooh, can we go in? I'm starving! And I want to see if they really have fondue that's "kung fu" approved!

Brandon: (dramatically) Alright, let's gear up, guys! We're going in for some serious fondue action!

Sky: (smiling) Alright, alright. But let's keep our eyes peeled for any signs of trouble. We don't know what we're walking into.

(The boys nod in agreement and enter Kung Fu Fondue, ready for whatever adventure awaits them)

A boy screamed and shouted HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOWWW!!!

Sky: Time to dash boys!

In an ally way they look at their mystery boy.

A woman and a man sorrinded him with yogawear.

Timmy: Its Ryker and he's in truble.

Sky: We need desquies like sunglasses and head scafs boys.

The boys used there X-Wallet.

Brandon: Styling and profiling!!!

Sky in a deeper voice: Dont worry mr man will save you.

Ryker: Fine whatever freaks and make it quick!!

The two people outmunver them.

Nex: I cant belive we felt for the oldest trick in the book.

Ryker: Are you sure you know what your doing?

Brandon in a deeper voice: Dont worry little boy we save you.

The yoga people put five boys execpt Helia in the trash.

Brandon: First no shower now this! This is the most hienous afternoon ever!

Ryker: Get your paws off me or you be hear form my lawyers ARRUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The scene continues with the boys, except Helia, trapped in the trash, while Ryker is still being held by the yoga-clad individuals)

Nex: (muffled from inside the trash) This is humiliating...

Brandon: (also muffled) Shut up, Nex. We're trying to come up with a plan.

Sky: (grumbling) Stupid yoga people... outsmarted us...

Riven: (sarcastically) Yeah, great job, guys. We're really living up to our spy reputations...

Timmy: (whispering) Guys, I think I see Helia sneaking up behind them...

(Helia is seen sneaking up behind the yoga-clad individuals, a determined look on his face)

Ryker: (still struggling) LET ME GO, YOU CULTISTS!

(The yoga-clad individuals just laugh and continue to restrain Ryker, as Helia prepares to make his move)

He starts climbing.

Timmy: * deadpanned* Uh why dont you use your 7.09 bungee belt? Puh lease!

Helia: No i cant i need to climb without gadgets.

(Helia continues to climb, grunting with effort)

Nex: (whispering from inside the trash) What's he doing? Why isn't he using his bungee belt?

Brandon: (also whispering) I think he wants to prove a point or something.

Riven: (skeptically) Yeah, because nothing says "stealthy spy" like climbing up a wall without any gadgets.

Timmy: (deadpanned) Yeah, I mean, who needs gadgets when you've got... um, arm strength?

(Helia finally reaches the top of the wall and pulls himself up, panting)

Helia: (proudly) See? I told you I could do it without gadgets.

(The boys in the trash look at each other, unimpressed)

Nex: (whispering) Yeah, great job, Helia. Now can you please get us out of this trash?!!

Brandon: Lets celebrate that mr i sue you in court is kiddnapped or mr im have the latest oufit is not even released yet.

Sky: No Brandon we cannot do that Ryker is a disser and rich jerk. But we have to help him !!

Timmy: Yeah even if we hate him we need to help him.

Nex: (whispering from inside the trash) Yeah, because being a rich jerk doesn't mean you deserve to be kidnapped.

Riven: (also whispering) Besides, if we don't help him, his lawyers will probably sue us for not saving him.

Timmy: (giggling) Can you imagine? "You're being sued for not rescuing me quickly enough!"

Brandon: (laughing) Yeah, okay, okay. Let's go save the rich jerk.

Sky: (serious) Alright, let's get to work. Helia, can you keep an eye on things from up there?

Helia: (nodding) Got it. I'll keep watch.

Sky: (to the others) Alright, let's get out of this trash and come up with a plan to rescue Ryker.

Helia: Analyse that shoe print it look down there one of people that take Ryker.

Sky: Your right and boy its kinda familier.

Nex: (excitedly) Yeah, I think I've seen that shoe print before too!

Brandon: (intrigued) Where?

Nex: (thoughtfully) I'm not sure... but it looks like it might be from a high-end fashion brand.

Riven: (impressed) Whoa, Helia, you've got a keen eye for detail!

Helia: (smiling) Thanks, guys. I think we might be onto something here.

Sky: (serious) Alright, let's get to work. We need to analyze this shoe print further and see if we can track down the owner.

Timmy: (excitedly) Can we use the X-Wallet's forensic analyzer?

Sky: (nodding) That's exactly what we'll do. Let's get to work!

Sky: Meanwhile lets head to our beach house.

Brandon: (excitedly) Yes! Our beach house! I've been waiting to hit the waves and relax on the beach!

Nex: (smiling) And maybe we can even do some surveillance from the beach house, see if we can spot any leads on Ryker's kidnappers.

Riven: (laughing) Yeah, because nothing says "stealthy surveillance" like a bunch of guys hanging out at the beach.

Helia: (smiling) Hey, it's a good cover. Who would suspect a bunch of guys just chillin' at the beach?

Timmy: (excitedly) Can we take the X-ATV? Pleeease?

Sky: (smiling) Alright, alright. We'll take the X-ATV. But let's keep our eyes peeled for any signs of trouble. We don't know what we're up against.

The specialists villa 7:07pm.

Totally spies ost investgation music plays.

Nex: I dont get it i dont know who wannt to abduct all those Bev Hills teens and collage students.

Timmy: I know right this is the wiredest case ever. A road to the middle of nowhere.

Riven:Yeah maybe someone with rage isues.

Sky: Like you.

Riven: Stop it Sky!!!

Brandon: Maybe they cant get in to Kungfu fondu wanted short on the waiting list. What do you think Helia ?Helia?

Timmy: Oh no do you think he's taken away by the kiddnappers lets call Jerry??!!

Nex look at a tree:* smirks* Hold the phone.

Its shown their friend is struggling to climb a palm tree.

(The scene continues with the boys rushing to help Helia, who is struggling to climb the palm tree)

Riven: (laughing) What's going on, Helia? Trying to get some coconuts?

Helia: (grunting) Shut up... and help me!

Nex: (smirking) Oh, this is priceless.

Brandon: (laughing) Yeah, Helia's stuck in a tree!

Timmy: (concerned) Guys, help him! He might be hurt!

(Sky and the others rush to help Helia, who is finally able to climb down from the tree, looking a bit disheveled)

Helia: (panting) Thanks... guys.

Sky: (teasingly) Anytime, Helia. Anytime.

(Just then, Helia's X-Wallet rings)

Helia: No time for ridicules the X-Wallet is buzzing.

Helia: (serious) Guys, it's Jerry. He's got some info on the kidnappings.

Helia: Yes Jer.

Jerry on the X-Wallet: Boys i have results on the X-Wallet. Its the symble called power yoga chi kwondo.

Sky: I knew it look fimilar i guess your high style spirit pep and good taste not to mention awsome hair knowlege was a was a bust Nex!!

Helia: Wait a minute we can tease Nex later thats the exercise class we took last year.

Brandon: Yeah until its passe news. I remember our mission were save the kiddnapped icicles girlz. It turns out Timmy's girl band girl candy was behind it. To save his dream from being crush we shorten there sentence.

Timmy: I was sad. Expecily when they think there yesterdays girl band. But i got there training cards.

Timmy: Anyway Shirley was strict untill she skipped town and it looks like she's back and worse than ever!

Nex: (defensively) Hey, my high-style spirit, pep, and good taste, not to mention awesome hair knowledge, are not a bust!

Riven: (teasingly) Oh yeah, Nex, you're a total expert on everything... except maybe getting us out of trouble.

Sky: (serious) Alright, alright, let's focus. Shirley's back, and it looks like she's behind the kidnappings.

Helia: (determined) We need to find out what she's planning and put a stop to it.

Brandon: (firmly) Agreed. Let's gear up and get ready to take on Shirley and her Power Yoga Chi Kwondo minions!

Nex: Her minions and Ryker our in our class.

Ryker appeard in yogaoutfit.

Sky: Ryker? What are you doing here?

Totally spies ost Black windons action plays.

Ryker: That shirt is so clashing with your shacra.

Brandon: Whats with the yoga speak?

Ryker: Your astral bodies is so last year! Haaaaaaaaayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!

He did some yoga ninga moves.

Riven: Gasp! Where did he learn that?!

Ryker jumps spin his legs and the 6 boys.

Ryker: Fear my cobra style!!

Helia: Stop it Ryker we dont wanna hurt you!

Brandon: But i do meet the snakecharmer ahhhhyaaah!!!

Ryker doges all attacks

Ryker: HA HA HA!!! Weak weak weak out of yoga fashion fossils!!!

Helia: Ok boys engough fooling around its gadget time!!!!

The boys used thier Multi function Charm Bracelets to shoot nets.

Ryker used a beach umbrella to dogde their nets.

Brandon: Outsmarted and captured by Ryker?! This is so isnt our day.

Ryker: You non-belivers are coming with me * evil laughter*!!!

The scence shifts to Ryker takes them in a room.

Ryker: Non-Belivers are in the den.

Several yoga minios appeared.

The boys found out and identified Bev hills teens and collage students.

(The boys look around the room, taking in the sight of the Bev Hills teens and college students, all dressed in yoga outfits and standing in various yoga poses)

Sky: (stunned) Oh no... it's all the missing kids from Beverly Hills!

Nex: (outraged) What has Shirley done to them?!

Brandon: (concerned) They're all brainwashed or something!

Riven: (grimly) This is some serious mind control stuff. We need to get them out of here, ASAP!

Timmy: (determined) Yeah, and we need to stop Shirley and Ryker!

(Ryker steps forward, a smug look on his face)

Ryker: (smiling) Ah, welcome to the Power Yoga Chi Kwondo dojo! You're just in time to witness the ultimate transformation... Ryker is also mindcontrol sence he is kiddnapped. (The boys realize that Ryker is also under mind control, and their expressions turn from anger to concern)

Sky: (sympathetically) Ryker, buddy, we're here to help you. You're not in control of your actions, are you?

Nex: (analytically) It's some kind of mind control technique. Shirley must have used it on all of them.

Brandon: (determined) We have to break the mind control and free them all!

Riven: (firmly) Agreed. Let's get to work.

Timmy: (concerned) But how? We don't even know what kind of mind control it is!

(The boys look at each other, determined to find a way to break the mind control and rescue their friends)

Shirley: Hmhmhmhmhmhm!!!!

Boys: Shirley!!!

Shirley: Well well well if it isnt my worst students that i ever taught!!!!!

Sky: Why all the hate Shirley?! Whats your problem?!

Shirley: My problem is that you 6 treated my Power yoga chi qwando class like a passing fad. You force me to close down my studio! And now its time for revenge!!!!

Timmy: Maybe they dropped out expecialy Ryker dropped out becasues they cant stand her!

Shirley: It had nothing to do with me you little brats are ungrateful!!! I tried my former students to eliminate the compition once Kungfu Fondue is gone forever i'll rule the Bev Hills exericse area!!

Nex; Way to think big Shiral.

Shirley: Ohhohoho i am thinking big soon ill turn all of LA into my fallowers!

Helia: What i dont get is how did you brainwashed everyone in our class?

Shirley: Good question one you'll be sorry to ask! You'll be happy to know i have something plan for the 6 of you boys!!!!!!

She pushes a button. Walk into the room.

Shirley: Hahahahahahaha!!!

Shirley takes the walk and her mindcontrolled ex-students followed her while kept the 6 male specialists/spies.

Shirley: Feast your eyes on my chi machine !

Boys: Gasp!

Shirley: Anyone who passes the chi machine will acheive 5 years without passes haha!!

Ryker and the brinwashed students.

Brandon: When was this when i took piano lessons.

Shirely: From here people can instantly learn how cultivate there energy and achevie devlop internal power of corouse puts them under control. Strap em in!!!!!

Ryker: As you wish.

(The mind-controlled Ryker and students move to strap the boys into the Chi Machine)

Sky: (struggling) No way! We're not going to let you brainwash us!

Nex: (resisting) This thing is twisted, Shirley. You're using it to control people's minds!

Shirley: (maniacally) Silence! You'll soon see the true power of the Chi Machine!

Brandon: (sarcastically) Oh great, because being mind-controlled and learning piano lessons at the same time is exactly what I always wanted...

Riven: (gritting his teeth) Shut up, Brandon. This isn't funny.

Timmy: (scared) Guys, what are we going to do?!

Helia: (firmly) Don't worry, we'll figure something out. We always do.

(Just as the mind-controlled students are about to strap them in, the boys hear a faint noise coming from outside the room...)

They left they got strapped.

Timmy: If we dont get out of here soon will be a chanting chi zombies if only the amazing G.L.A.D.I.S. would help us!!

Nex: I doubt G.L.A.D.I.S. cant help us but our gadgets can Hot and Spicy gum anyone.

Boys: Yes.

They taste it.

Timmy: Nast what is that gross taste!

Riven: Yeah ew it taste like chilli and garlic powder even i like spicy food.

Brandon: Taste like liver and onions.

Boys: EWWWWWW!!! NAST!!!!!!

Nex: Man it taste bad. Spicy is great tho.

Sky: Hope this bubblegum come in haddy.

Helia: Oh its not bad.

The other boys look at him.

Helia: What i like spicy food too you know?!

5 boys starts sweating.

Brandon: Its working we can slide out.

Nex: I havent sweat this much sence we red my bro Helia diary.

Helia: I hope you guys learnt your lesson.

(The boys start to sweat profusely, and the straps holding them to the Chi Machine begin to loosen)

Timmy: (excitedly) Yes! The Hot and Spicy gum is working!

Riven: (grinning) Time to make our escape!

Sky: (laughing) And leave Shirley's mind control behind!

Brandon: (sliding out of the straps) Come on, guys! Let's move!

Nex: (wiping sweat from his brow) I'm just glad we didn't have to read Helia's diary again...

Helia: Uh guys it didnt work for me!

Helia is still strapped.

They tried to stop it its too late.

Nex: Helia wake up are you okay?

He wakes up.

Boys:* sighs in relief*

Helia: * Evil smirk* Instant karma is gonna get you hehehehe!!

Timmy: Gasp!

Sky: Helia we can help you back at W.O.O.H.P.

Helia yelled on top of his voice: HELP NON-BELIVERS NON-BELIVERS!!!!!!!!!!!

(The boys are shocked and horrified by Helia's sudden transformation)

Nex: (stunned) Helia, no! What's happened to you?!

Brandon: (alarmed) We have to get him out of here, now!

Riven: (desperately) Helia, snap out of it! We're your friends!

Timmy: (scared) He's one of them now...

Sky: (determined) We can't give up on him. We have to find a way to reverse the mind control.

(Helia continues to chant and laugh maniacally, as the boys try to figure out their next move)

Shirley's voice echoes in the distance: (maniacally) You'll never stop the power of the Chi Machine! Yoggiess will rise!

Timmy: How many times does He( Helia) turned evil, brainwashed and kiddnapped?

Nex: (sighs) This is the third time, Timmy. First, it was the Mind-Bending Machine, then the Hypno-Disco, and now the Chi Machine...

Timmy: No its 19 times.

1. His memory erased

2. Childish

3. Gladitor man

4. Anti conusmerist

5. Brain shrinkage

6. A cats paw along with Sky has a lobster claw

7. Kiddnapped and locked by his metal clone

8. Dentist assitant with shiny teeth

9. Unable to play the accordioan by Paragam

Timmy: Even the tenth times i dont remember.

Brandon: These yoggies are streching my paticnce guys!

Riven: Tell me about it this isnt getting us anywhere!

Nex: And to think they turned one of us evil!

Timmy: Were have no ideas!

Sky: Wait i got it!* wispears* we have pull the rug.

Shirley: Give it up boys you are no match for power yoga chi kwando!

Nex: Actually your no match of pull the rug from under your feet techniquies!

They pulled the rug of thier feet.

The scence paused.

Actually they ran to an elvatoer when an Totally spies unrealeasd action ost plays.

Timmy: What. The button isnt working. This time i have a plan.

The 5 boys uses his multi function charm bracelet.

And kicked the door.

Brandon: Are nails maybe damage but its time to pick up the pase.

They saw thier guy( Helia mindcontrolled) with yoga brainwashed students and Ryker.

They ran and climb up to the pole of the elveator.

Riven: Why didnt we take the staires?!

Timmy: Helia cant climb up with out his 7.09 bungee belt( Static cable bungee belt) so there's no way!

Sky: Uh Timmy look down.

They saw him climbing all by him self.

Nex: I guess Shirley's machine fixes Helia climbing problem!

Brandon: Yeah he does need any grappling hook nor bungee belt!

They climb fast.

Helia grabs Nex foot.

Helia: Gotcha!!

Nex: And guys any reason why were not useing our 7.09 bungee belts?!

The 5 boys used theres bungee belts.

Brandon: Bye we promices will fix you Helia.

On the roof.

Timmy open his X-Wallet: Its time to send a 911 call to W.O.O.H.P.

A helicopter appeard.

Riven: That was quick!

Brandon: Do you think they condisering dilverering pizzas?

A ladder from the helicopeter.

5 boys climbed. Timmy: Whoohoo!!

[fanonimus]

So, Catwoman in my DCAU collection, huh?

Here we go!

Don't mind some wonky things, I'm doing this with my fingers.

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. When I was drawing her, my brain was playing this one hungarian song on repeat. It was hilarious.

So, back on topic.

I decided to leave her backstory untouched, because I actually like it.

She's a tief, we love that.

Okay, let's get into my thoughts. Why do I even bother with formatting.

In my AU, Selina is kind of a Robin hood character. She steals, and donates half of her wares to different underfunded facilities, such as animal shelters, soup kitchens, etc. She's a rich lady living in the diamond district, and she also has her own business, so the money she has won't be as suspicious. It's a fashion business. In my AU, she loves making clothes because it reminds her of her mother, who made all of her and her sister's clothes.

She met one Timothy Drake when she was robbing the boy's family.

She gets brought into the Batfam by the dark knight himself, not as a romantic partner, but as a co-parent. I am sorry, I just really want Bruce to have a patonic co-parent who can be a mother figure to his sons.

The reason for that is mainly because she had personal connection to each of the batkids at one point in their lives, and Bruce decided that he needed help. (Alfred is a godsent, and the boys listen to him, but he is often on the boys' side.)

She's also a meta, but nobody knows. She's just a bit too agile, always lands on her feet, sometimes you can almost hear her purr, and she has an affinity to cats. Catnip, in fact, does affect her.

About the design choices I made.

First, she's lean and tall because I wanted jer to look cat like.

And she does not wear higheels in her costume.

I swear I hate that design. You literally can not move silently in high heels, let alone pull of heists in them without blisters. I am often all in for cartoon logic, but this is one I am not willing to let go of.

I was heavily i spired by her 2004 the batman design.

Her suit has claws, and she still uses a whip which doubles as a tail, and I gave her a bag to keep her goods in.

She prefers cats over kids, but the birds grew on her over time. It happens.

[svtcupid]

Cluts

A home is a place where your family are they say. But...

'yah! Wake up or your going to be late.' the mother banged on the door.

'ehh. I’m awake.' the 15year old teen said in a scratchy voice as they left their room slouched walking towards the bathroom but before the latter could enter a force was pressed against the latter back as they landed on the wall groaned from the impact as the door to the bathroom was shut and locked causing the later to bang on the door in annoyance.

'Yah! Min! Gat out of the bathroom! You Jer-'

'No cussing!' the mother shouted.

'Eomma! Min is in the bathroom.'

'Then you should of went in quicker.'

the latter rolled their eyes before unlocking the door causing the boy in the shower to scream.

'Noona!!! Get out!!' The boy cried out to only go deaf to the girls ears who picked up her toothbrush and began her toth routine before doing her face routine seeing how long the boy was taking.

'Yah! Min if you don't come out in 2 mins. I am dragging you out of the shower.' The girl said coldly causing the boy to finish his shower and leave the bathroom not withiut cursing his sister.

After getting ready the girl bid her farewells to her grandparents who seemed to be in peaceful silence as grandfather read the daily newspaper while her grandmother was knitting a sweater as she likes to tell you the weather is getting colder or your growing and you need more clothes.

'Halemoni, habeoji I am going.'

'My granddaughter have fun and tell me if you meet any cute boys.' her halemoni said in a whisoher.

'what boys?! No boys!' Haboji ruled out as he glared at his wife playfully whilst the girl found the scene very amusing and loving.

‘Eomma, i’m leaving.’ The girl notified her mother who was busy in the kitchen.

‘What was the three rules?’ The mother quizzed causing the girl to whine.

‘Do i seriously have to recite it right now.’ The teen whined to only sigh seeing the stern look from her mother

‘Stay with my group and don’t get lost .’

‘Don’t talk to strangers and don’t accept anything from them.’

‘To take my meds on time if slight pain.’

happy?’she asked sarcatically

‘Hmm very happy.go.’ Mother said back sarcastically causing latter to grumble in annoyance as she left the kitchen to only be pushed again by the younger but the girl did not let it slide this time pulling the younger by his collar of his blazer causing the latter to gasp in surprise.

‘Asih. Noona let me go!’ The boy whined in annoyance.

‘While I’m gone take care everyone.

‘hmm. Don’t worry and stay there forever if you can.’ Said sarcastically

‘Hmm.sure.’ The girl rolled her eyes before messing the boys hair who groaned in annoyance.

The teen ran outside the house hearing repetitive beep of the horn causing the girl id her family once more before running towards the vehicle to see the culprit smiling innocently.

‘Driver, you serioulsy need to be fired from your job.’ The girlcomplained.

‘I’m sorry princess. I don’t meet your standard.’ Said sadcastically causing the girl to roll her eyes.

‘Is there water?’ The girl asked looking through the compartments of the car.

‘Hmm. There should be at the back.’causing the girl to reach at the back seat to retrieve a water bottle.

‘Did you not take your meds yet?’

‘I was rushing.’

‘Aish,how many times do i have to tell you to take your meds on time.’ Scolded the girl .

‘I’m sorry sir.’

after reaching the entrance of school the girl towards the driver and the and waved goodbye.

‘Na Jieun!’ Hearing her name the girl turned to see her friends waving at her

‘Bye appa.’ The girl shouted before running towards her friends.

‘Hmm. Have fun and becareful okay?’

‘Bye.’

Jieun and her class took the KTX to reach seoul then taking the coach to get to their hotel.

'You all must split into 4s and no mixing.' their teacher warned.

After getting comfortable in their hotel room, Jieun and her friends decided to go and window shop. Jieun was looking around in awe when she didn't see the person walking towards her causing the girl to stumble abit and same goes for the male teen causing the two to bow each other in apology before jieun left.

The girl was getting scolded by her friends for always being such a cluts, if only she stayed a minute longer.

The teen boy was about to leave when his eyes landed on something shining under the lights causing the latter to lift the shiny object before looking up to see the girl to only see no one.

Jieun was dragged into a hotpot restaurant where they decided to have their dinner little did they know, they were being surveillanced.

[mooodyblue]

I’d love to see CG!us or cg e deal with a tantrum from a very grumpy little you 🥺

wahhh i loved this one, ty for the request and inspo 💋💋 wrote this with cg!e bc i don't have many elvis requests in my asks rn!

wc: 962

masterlist

elvis's patience was being tested big time today. he knew you couldn't help it. sometimes you had your bad days, that's okay. that doesn't mean he liked the bad days though. most bad days were triggered by something frustrating happening with you during your day or you not getting enough sleep. it was definitely a mixture of both today.

maybe a lot of it had to do with him leaving you with jerry again for the third time this week. of course, you weren't little every time but today was just the icing on the cake for you. you woke up little, clingy and just needy for elvis’s presence. you had this whole day planned in your head for you and elvis which involved lots of snuggling. but unfortunately, your whole day was ruined when he said he had to finish recording today meaning jerry would be over to watch you today.

and jerry knew you didn't mean to be so….harsh towards him. he understood being away from elvis especially when you were little was frustrating for you. he did everything he could to keep you busy and to get your mind off of him not being there but it was all your mind could go to, elvis not being there.

the later it got, the more frustrated you were. elvis promised to be home at a specific time and he was late. you didn't like when he was late and honestly, it felt like he lied to you. he never breaks his promises to you and now here he is, not home when he was supposed to be. what kind of daddy does that?

you tucked yourself in a corner, bringing your knees to your chest as you angrily glared at jerry who was attempting to get you upstairs in bed. “c'mon, hon. don't be like that.” he sighed.

“i want daddy.” you complained. “no sleep till he's here!”

jerry scratched the side of his head, unsure of what to do. in his defense, he wanted elvis back too.

after attempting to coax you out of the corner several times, elvis eventually pulled up to graceland, causing jerry to jump up and meet him at the front door elvis wandered in with a tired smile, “how's my baby doin’?”

“well, they're mad at you. they've got themselves cornered in the music room so….leavin’ that up to you. good luck.” he patted elvis on the back and left before elvis could even respond.

“yeah, see you later.” he muttered sarcastically. elvis shut the door behind him and ventured off to find you, frowning at you in the corner. “now, what's goin’ on? why are you givin’ jer’ a hard time?”

“mad at daddy.” you said, hugging your knees tighter.

“baby-”

“no! daddy’s always busy! never has time for me, always goin’ off a-and leavin’ me with stupid jerry ‘n then lying about comin' home! daddy doesn't love me anymore!” you vented, stomping your feet angrily.

elvis shot you a stern look, a look that you didn't like very much. you knew what was coming. “y/n, that's not very nice.” he voiced. “we do not call our friends stupid, jerry is not stupid and you know that. jerry loves ya enough to come and watch you when you're feelin’ tiny when he doesn't have to, i don't think that's very stupid of him, is it?”

you pouted, looking down. “no….”

“i’m not just leavin’ you here with jerry for any ol’ reason, i got work i have to do, baby. i got albums to record, meetings and shows to do, you know that. i’m sorry if i’m runnin’ a little late but sometimes it happens, it's life. that doesn't mean you gotta go and treat other people badly for it.”

that made you feel bad, now elvis really didn't love you anymore. that was it, he was going to leave you for being stupid and silly and being mean and-

“and ain't no way in hell have i ever said i don't love ya anymore. i love ya to death, honey. you're my baby, you know that. all the plushies, the toys, the snacks-it's because i love you.” he crouched down, meeting you eye level and took your hands, looking into your glossy, tear filled eyes. “i hate leaving you. i really do. i feel terrible when i’m not home when i said i'd be, i don't do these things on purpose, y'know.”

tears fell from the brim of your eyes and you threw yourself onto elvis nearly knocking him down, hugging him tightly and crying into your shoulder. “‘m sorry daddy, i-i didn' mean to be so mean. i just miss you and i don’ think jerry’s stupid and i love you and i don't want you to leave me and ‘m scared you're gonna hate me and-”

elvis pulled away, a soft grip on your shoulders. “don't you ever say i’d hate you for anything. i could never hate you.” he said sternly. “i wuv you, yittle. with all my damn heart, i mean it. i just need ya to be a little nicer when jer’ does have to come by and i promise to call if daddy’s ever runnin’ late.”

you nodded and sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve. “c’n i apologize to jer’ tomorrow?”

he gave you a warm smile, “of course you can, thank you. he'd appreciate that. are we okay now?”

you replied with a nod, giving him a quick kiss.

“can we get you ready for bed? daddy’s all tired out.”

“mhm.” you stood up, holding your hand out for elvis as he got up too. “can you read to me?”

elvis chuckled, “yeah, alright. anything for my baby.”

[ellie-24]

Spilled wine and the consequences

Word count: ~ 1.2 k

Warnings: littlespace, little!elvis, mentions of alcohol, that's it I guess.

So @kiankiwi and I were talking about the book baby let's play house and how Elvis could be a very jealous man. I wondered how this side of him would show when he's little. So here's my take!!

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Elvis hadn't regressed for a long time now and it showed. The last few weeks were filled with rough concert schedules and he just didn't allow himself to slip at all during that time. He grew more and more agitated with time, getting annoyed and angry at the smallest inconveniences.

Once during a rehearsal he threw a tantrum because he almost stumbled over some microphone cord on stage.

Your attempts of calming him were met with a "Leave me alone dammit!" as he stormed off with another curse.

You wanted to help him regress multiple times but he'd always flee the room everytime he so much as saw that particular caring and maternal look on your face that you sported when he was little.

You and the rest of the Memphis Mafia were relieved when he had a few days off and you could just relax at Graceland for a little while. On the first evening him and his whole entourage including you sat together talking and enjoying the free time. Elvis sat in his armchair not really saying much the entire time, instead preferring to watch.

You sat on the sofa talking to Jerry as you sipped on your wine, occasionally glancing over at the raven haired man in the armchair next to you. He had been frowning for some time now, his eyes flitting over to you when he thought you weren't looking. When you laughed at something Jerry said so hard that there were tears forming in your eyes, Elvis' frown turned into a proper pout. You didn't notice though as you were still laughing and in a moment of clumsiness you accidentelly spilled some of your wine onto Jerry's jacket.

You immediately sobered up with a "Oh my god Jerry I'm so sorry, shit, sorry!" and grabbed a few napkins from the table in a weak attempt to clean him up. You tried patting his jacket dry with the paper napkins but quickly realized it was in vain.

"Of course it had to be red wine!" you groaned, throwing up your arms. "Sorry Jer, I'm gonna have to wash your jacket, give it to me." you stated. Jerry laughed at your antics and began to remove his jacket when a sudden movement behind you startled you.

You turned around and saw Elvis storming out of the room. You couldn't even react, you just winced when he slammed the door shut behind him. You turned back around to face Jerry who also immediately knew what was going on.

"Imma just-" you gestured behind you in the direction Elvis just disappeared.

"Go Y/N." Jerry smiled understandingly.

"I'll take care of the jacket I promise!" He just gave you a thumbs up and you left the room to follow Elvis. You went up to his bedroom and saw him hiding under the blanket of your shared bed.

You carefully closed the door behind you and slowly sat down on the edge of the matress. The blanket covered him from head to toe but part of his teddy bear peaked out from under the it, meaning he was definetely little right now, as the teddy would usually rest in his night stand.

"Elvie?" you carefully asked, opting not to touch him right now as you didn't want to startle him.

Then you heard a muffled "No!" from under the blanket.

"Elvie baby, what's going on? I want to help you sweetie." you spoke in the soft and tender tone he loved so much.

He softly whimpered.

"...Go help Jerry!" he then spat angrily.

You frowned. "Baby...what?"

"... M-mommy likes Jerry more than p-poor Elvie!"

"Elvie sweetie what are you talking about?" you asked, your heart breaking a little.

With a huff he threw the blanket away and turned to face you, fresh tears in his eyes and his face already red from crying.

"No one m-makes Mommy laugh like that!! Only yittle Elvie! Mommy mustn't take care of stupid Jerry and his stupid jacket!! Y-you're my mommy!! N-no one else's!" He ended his tirade with a sob and hid his face in the teddy bear.

You cooed and leaned over to him and gently ran your fingers through his hair.

"Elvie baby look at me please."

He only continued to sob into the teddy.

"Elvie was m-mean to Mommy when she tried to help!! No wonder she doesn't like him a-anymore!!" he cried, his bottom lip quivering in desperation.

"Sweetie that's not true at all. I know the last few weeks have been very hard for you. You had no time to relax, to be little when you needed it. I understand that you were angry and frustrated. Now please look at me, love."

After a few seconds he carefully peeked at you from behind his stuffie. You looked deeply into his sad baby blue eyes and placed a soothing hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear stains in the process.

"Sweetie you are my everything. I love and adore everything about you and nothing can change that. And just because I laugh with others or help someone else it doesn't mean that I forgot about you! You'll always be my widdle Elvie."

He thought about that for a minute until a slight pout formed on his face again.

"I'm sorry Mommy for being mean! I didn't want to!" he whined.

"It's okay baby I forgive you. I'm proud of you for apologizing!" you cooed, tapping his nose.

A small smile found it's way on his face, before he looked up to you with yet another pout. "I still don't like it when Mommy takes care of others. You are my Mommy." he insists as he crawls into your arms and rests his head on your chest. "My mommy." he emphasized again, nuzzling even closer to you and clutching you tighter in his arms to further prove his point.

"I know baby. I'll always be your mommy." you whispered and softly kissed his head.

"I am your best boy? Not stupid Jerry?" he asked hopefully.

You couldn't surpress a small chuckle as he kept calling one of his best friends stupid.

He raised his head and watched your smile with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"Mommy has the most beautiful laugh." he sighed lovingly, proud that he made you laugh again.

You chuckled once more and pressed light kisses all over his face, making him giggle. "Oh sweetie, you're the bestest boy ever! I love you so much."

"I love you more Mommy!" he laughed as he pressed his face back against your neck. Then he grabbed your hand and put it on top of his head. You knew what he was asking for and lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt and let out a peaceful sigh. "You only take care of your yittle Elvie tonight." he murmured and closed his eyes blissfully.

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I hope yall enjoyed it!! I don't know how frequently i'll write something, this idea was just stuck in my head and had to get out looool

[hansirilow]

alright. so this is weird. 

i logged into this account while i was looking for a bootleg post i had saved years ago. first time i've logged in here in like.... five years? i saw the names of a lot of friends i had on here. i saw some inbox messages too, i dunno how old they are. i saw some old posts and messages and just reminisced/spiraled a little bit. i used this blog religiously from when i was 14 to like 18ish. i went thru a lot on here. i had community on here when i was at my loneliest. i was volatile and so scared and trans and queer and i guess in some ways, nothing has changed. im 25 now, gonna be 26 in a couple weeks. i figured i could make a little post to update y'all. i dunno if anyone will read this. but i've been thinking a lot about my friends i made here lately.

i turn 26 in a little over a month. i'm still jasper, havent transitioned yet, but i might be the gayest i've ever been. my coming out process has been Awful to say the least. but my 9 year anniversary with my partner jer is coming up. i'm spending my 26th birthday with jer in salem, mass, my favorite city in the world. 

i have an associates degree in theatre and a bachelors degree in english with a creative writing concentration. not doing anything in those fields yet but i'm figuring things out. it hasn't been exactly easy. 

i'm figuring my life out i guess! i went thru a very traumatic falling out with a group of friends that abused me during the pandemic. i lost a lot of my college life to a horrible group of people, it's a whole thing i'm not gonna get into right now. in some ways i'm still recovering from that. in some ways i'm better than i've ever been. 

i'm like high key a furry now tbh. i have a fursona named salem who kinda saved my life i guess. he is everything to me. 

no shock here but i still love fall out boy with every part of my heart, maybe even more than i did when i was a kid. i got my first tattoo and it's a fall out boy one. i also got into a lot of other alternative bands! i adore ghost a lot, i'm seeing them in july. i also love sleep token, spiritbox, bad omens, linkin park, and poppy. music has gotten me thru the worst of the shit i've been thru. 

and despite everything, i still love musicals and andy and spring awakening and everything. i actually logged in looking for a wicked bootleg in the wake of the movie coming out. i saw andy as jonathan in tick tick boom in cape cod a couple months ago! front row in this old little local theatre, what a magical night it was. i'm planning on getting andy's handwriting tattooed on me still, and i want some other musical related tattoos eventually (i'll probably be covered in a couple years: gender affirming care). 

also i really love spiderman now but no one's shocked by that either, that's just transmasc rite of passage i think. 

i guess i'm still the same in a lot of ways. that weirdo little gay boy that felt too much and definitely shared too much. i am so sorry for being way too TMI when i was younger. i was way too young and unsupervised and lonely as hell. i'm happy to say i'm a bit older and a little less lonely and a little more reserved in what i share online now lmfao 

that being said, i do art and stuff still! i post my art on instagram (sometimes) at @/witchcityspider and on bluesky @/kingofpentacles if anyone wants to find me there. or if you want my discord or my personal instagram you can let me know. i made another blog at one point that i use here and there: @shadowacademy 

i've thought about reaching out to people i used to talk to here but i didn't wanna freak anyone out, so i'm doing this instead. 

i'll keep this blog up, check it here and there. in some ways i miss it. i miss the community i guess, having a place i belonged. i've gone through a lot and lost a lot of friends over the past couple years. i mean, hell, i went through a lot on here. it was a huge part of my life, somedays my little sect on here was all i had. and i hope that, even my friends that have deactivated or aren't active, i hope you all are well and happier than we were in 2015. almost a decade ago. 

i guess i just wanna hug my little 15 year old self and i wish i could warn him about what has happened to us since, but i can't. but we made it out. despite everything, it's still me. 

anyways. i'm around if you're looking to find me. i'm off trying to be cryptic and mysterious but just coming off as a certified yapper elsewhere. i don't wanna be weird and interrupt people that don't wanna see me again, but i do miss so many people from here. i wonder if they ever remember this or think of me and wonder where i've been. maybe it's selfish or maybe it's just human, i'm not sure. 

but i'm here. figuring my shit out, but i'm here. 

i love all of your lights. you are fabulous creatures, each and every one.

jasper morningstar 

or hanschen rilow 

whichever you prefer 

x