#they really do love each other the mostest

[klance-daydreams]

happy spooky season!!!! i bring you vamp lance and witch keith >:)

[seeingivy]

the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader 

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you. 

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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives 

an: alright. feast my children. pls keep ur little memes and drawings and funny comments coming bc I love them (and they incentivize me to write chapters faster so I can seem more of them LOL) - also @togemayo and @rebeccawinters your connie and reiner cameos have ARRIVED, love you da mostest 

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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.” 

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.” 

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.” 

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.” 

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.” 

“Okay. Are you sure?” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?” 

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.” 

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you. 

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university. 

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there? 

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed. 

All the more reason to do this. 

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today? 

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up. 

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol. 

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries 

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home 

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it? 

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth. 

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him. 

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Jean.” 

“What are you wearing?” 

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan. 

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” 

“You wore the rival's colors.” 

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.” 

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.” 

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.” 

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side. 

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.” 

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come. 

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.” 

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?” 

“How much did you hear?” 

“None of it. Did I miss something important?” 

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.” 

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…” 

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.” 

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium. 

“Um so-” 

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.” 

“You have to change. Like now.” 

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.” 

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.” 

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss? 

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on. 

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.” 

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.” 

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand. 

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.” 

“Mine. Thanks Armin.” 

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?” 

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.” 

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on. 

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.” 

“It’s just a color.” 

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.” 

My girl. 

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.” 

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” 

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium. 

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.” 

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.” 

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.” 

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you. 

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.” 

Asshole. 

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?” 

“Give me the jersey, Eren.” 

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes. 

“So.” 

“So.” 

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.” 

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.” 

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so. 

- 

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you. 

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?” 

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks. 

So this is where Eren gets it from. 

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.” 

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too. 

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game. 

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair. 

You tap him on the shoulder. 

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.” 

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you. 

“His roommate? Since when?” 

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.” 

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.” 

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?” 

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while. 

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?” 

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.” 

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously. 

“I’m Sasha.” 

“And I’m Connie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.” 

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently. 

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?” 

“Sure.” 

“How did Eren become your roommate?” 

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.” 

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you. 

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?” 

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.” 

“I might have an idea.” 

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of. 

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?” 

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?” 

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat. 

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?” 

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.” 

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what? 

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?” 

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.” 

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours. 

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.” 

“What playlist?” 

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game. 

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street. 

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches. 

“So. Is it about you?” 

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.” 

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation. 

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?” 

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?” 

“Hm.” 

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha. 

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?” 

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.” 

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?” 

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes. 

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them. 

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked. 

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?” 

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.” 

“We have his wallet.” 

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids. 

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears. 

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?” 

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news. 

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.” 

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.” 

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them. 

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.” 

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you. 

So you don’t. 

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.” 

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug. 

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating. 

-  

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads. 

“Ren?” 

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium. 

“Everything okay, kitty?” 

“Uh. I might have messed up.” 

He stops, turning to face you. 

“What did you do?” 

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?” 

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.” 

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling. 

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them -  and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.” 

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips. 

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?” 

“Yes.”

“That’s it?” 

“What? 

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.” 

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.” 

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?” 

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

“Yeah. How’d you know? 

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.” 

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk. 

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.” 

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?” 

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.” 

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead. 

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.” 

“Bullshit.” 

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.” 

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice. 

- 

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[rjmartin11]

Faded Love

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: After finding out about Elvis infidelity, you decide to have one final decision before you walk out the door for good.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Infidelity, lies, crying, SMUT, cussing

Material is not suitable for people under 18 years of age. Viewer discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: I had a dream about this one. It was weird and amusing, too. This could have a happy ending if I write another chapter...

・ʚ♡ɞ・💙・ʚ♡ɞ・

You dated Elvis for three years, and you have been happily married for two years. There's nothing Elvis wouldn't do for you. He was your baby boy as you were his Satnin.

Life with Elvis wasn't perfect, but it was damn near close. You two shared everything together. He made love to you after knowing you for a week. He showed you things he had never ever shown anyone. You were head over heels in love with this lovely, blue-eyed man. He had your soul fly, and your heart sang.

When he proposed to you, your mouth was frozen. You almost forgot to say yes, but Elvis has a way of moving your tongue. The first week of marriage, you two were stuck in your room, never making it out. Room service delivered around the clock. Life was so sweet with Elvis by your side.

Elvis was the man of your dreams. Yet in the last month, you felt him drifting away from you.

Elvis would kiss you in the morning and whisper in your ear, "Good morning, my love." He would always hold your hand whether people were there or not. Now, it seemed he'd hold your hand for appearances sake. Lovemaking slowed down, and he stopped holding you in bed. It was all so random to you.

You feared the worst happened. He found another lover. Someone prettier, kinder, and more fun than you.

Someone who could give him the baby you couldn't. You tried. God knows how much you tried to give him that blue-eyed baby. He told you that he never worried about it. That the both of you could just spoil each other. He'd be your baby, and you'd be his mommy. Still, you wanted to give him more.

You saw him staring at a random beauty when you two were at the studio. You didn't pester or gripe. You simply just took his hand, getting his attention. He looked at you, and you leaned, placing your foreheads together. You whisper to him softly, "I love you the mostest, babe."

"Forever," Elvis says, kissing your lips gently.

This was your special thing with Elvis. It was your secret hand shake, password to love, and lover's coat of arms in one. At one time, it was your code for let's go upstairs and get naked. Now, it's an affirmation of love.

Tonight, Elvis had a one night only show in Memphis at the Orpheum. Elvis was on fire. He nearly brought the house down, and he looked astonishing in his black and green jumpsuit with the gold buttons. You screamed and cheered along with the crowd. You knew that Elvis was truly alive when he was on stage.

You danced to all the classics. That's Alright, Mama, Jailhouse Rock, Blue Suede Shoes, All Shock Up, and Hound Dog. The newer additions like Little Sister, and you swayed to sweet, slow songs like Love Me Tender.

Elvis started his joking segment and had the Memphis crowd laughing.

"He's incredible, don't you think?" The young woman beside you asks.

"Yes, very," you answered, your hands folded together over your heart.

"One of his guys asked me if I wanted to meet Elvis backstage, and I was like, "Who wouldn't?" She tells you. "I'm going to meet Elvis Presley."

You take a really good look at her. She's a blonde with beautiful blue eyes. Not as beautiful as Elvis's eyes, but beautiful nonetheless. She has to be about nineteen or twenty years old. Flawless skin and a nice figure. Her smile is pretty. Altogether, you understand how Elvis could be drawn to her charms. It's not her fault he requested her. Does she know who you are?

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be spreading this, but I'm here by myself. All my friends are on Beale Street, and I wanted to be here. God, I'm I lucky."

"Yes," you reply. "You are a very lucky girl."

"I'm Daphne," she says, extending her hand to you.

"It's nice to meet you, Daphne. I'm... Y/N," you say, trying to compose yourself.

"You are beautiful, Y/N. Have I seen you somewhere before? Like a magazine? Are you famous?" Daphne asks you.

"No. I'm no one special, but thank you for saying that. I needed that nudge of confidence."

A moment or so later, Jerry comes to take you backstage. Elvis was already in the middle of his final song, and you had to make a run for it. You politely say your goodbyes to Daphne, running away to get to Elvis.

As you run backstage, you formulate a plan to be the one in Elvis' arms tonight. He is your husband, after all, and there's not a sin that's has been committed against your marriage.

Confidence brims through you. You know what to say to Elvis. As you wait for him to get out of the shower, you catch up with the Sweet Inspirations. They have always been so... sweet and kind to you. They liven up the background of the show, giving it that lady's touch and soulful edge.

Five minutes later, Elvis emerges looking gorgeous in his all black jumpsuit. He was coming off of his high from the performance, and his cheeks are aglow. You can tell. He's absolutely breathtaking. You want him.

After shaking a few hands, Elvis makes his way to you. Excited, you jump into his arms to embrace him. You both laughed. You inhale his manly musk, allowing your senses to become aroused by him.

"My love, you were incredible tonight," you whisper in his ear.

"Thank you, baby," Elvis says, kissing your cheek.

He places you down on your feet, allowing you a moment to grasp his face in your hands to place a tender kiss on his soft lips. Elvis seems taken aback by this action, but he kisses you back. You take this as initiative to lean more into this kiss. You open your mouth to let him slip his tongue in your mouth. You taste each other, and Elvis pulls away slowly.

"What was that for?" Elvis asks, curiosity plaguing his mind.

"Do I need an excuse to love you?" You ask him.

"Not at all, Y/N," he says, combing a strand of hair behind your ear with his fingers.

He stares into your eyes for a moment.

"Darling, you seem tired? You ready to go home?" Elvis asks.

"If that's code for, let's go home and have fun. Yes, take me home, baby."

"I'll walk you to the car," Elvis says, taking your arm and escorting you to the black stretch limo.

He walks you to the private alley where the getaway limos are located for fewer fans to come swallow the car.

A few members of the Memphis Mafia are around for protection purposes. Elvis opens the door for you to get in.

"Wait," you say. "You aren't coming home with me?"

"No, I'll be home soon. I got some business to take care of first at the studio, then I'll be there."

How could he lie to you to you so effortlessly? You won't call him out on it, though. He hasn't done anything yet.

"Elvis. I want you. It's been a month since we've been physically intimate. I miss that part of us. Why are you pushing away?" You question.

"I'm not pushing you away. I'm... I'm just busy with work and this latest record. The Colonel's on my ass. I'm tired..."

"Are you tired of me?"

"Baby, never. Why would you think..."

"I want you to come home with me. Now. Please, Elvis," you beg.

"I told you I can't."

"The last month feels like you have been pushing me away. It's like you don't love me anymore."

"That's not true, Y/N," Elvis says, trying to convince you.

"Then come home with me. I'll give you that baby I promised."

"I'll be home before midnight, baby."

"Elvis, if you don't come home with me, something's going to happen," you say quietly.

"Jerry will be there with you. Nothing's gonna happen."

Elvis gives you a kiss on the forehead. Desperate, you grab his face and kiss him one more time.

"I love you the mostest, babe," you whisper.

"I know, darling. I know," he whispers back. "I'll see you when I get home."

He kisses you once more and walks back inside. You're left there wondering what you've done wrong. A second later, you get into the back of the limo, with Jerry sliding in behind.

"Jerry, can you please ride in the other car?" You ask. "I need to be alone for a little while."

"Y/N, I don't think..."

"Please!" You shout.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, opening the car door, exiting the vehicle.

Once the door is shut and you're alone, you begin to cry. Your heart shatters into a million pieces. For the man who was promised to be yours rather be with another woman.

The car starts to pull off, making its way to Graceland. You cry the entire ride home. You don't know what to do. You're speechless.

The car stops at the front door, and you start to pat the tears away from cheeks. The car door opens, and you get out heading to the house.

Once inside, you head straight to the kitchen for a bottle of wine and a glass. You're pouring your sorrows in this bottle tonight.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jerry asks.

"Just fine," you answer.

You move past Jerry, heading upstairs. Your mind wonders, and you have the most evil thought come to your mind.

"Jerry?" you say.

"Yes, Y/N?"

You look at his face. You look into his eyes. For the very first time, you realize Jerry has hazel eyes. He's always been attractive. He's not Elvis, though. That's a betrayal you can't even fathom. You breathy laugh at the thought of taking out your sexual frustrations out on Jerry.

"Y/N..."

"Thank you, Jerry," you interrupt him. "Thank you for being so kind. I'll never ever forget that. Take the night off and go home."

You make your way upstairs and pour yourself a drink as you sit on the bed. The tears begin to form in your eyes as you contemplate your next move. You don't bother taking off your dress.

You think about his lips and all the sweet things he used to say to you. Is he saying those same loving terms to her? These thoughts plague your mind as you glance at the clock.

12:35am...

No Elvis.

You refuse to sleep until you give him a piece of your mind.

As dawn approaches, you lift the wine bottle in your hand to see if there's any left. There's just enough to fill the glass that sits on your bedside table. You don't bother pouring it. You just put it back down on the floor by your feet.

As you look up, Elvis walks through the door. He sees you sitting there with the bottle at your feet. You look over at the clock and see that it's 6:05am. Six hours later than Elvis told you he'd be home. You look back at him.

"Baby, what are you doing up so early?" Elvis questions you.

"Did you have fun last night?" You ask. There's no time beating around the bush.

"What?" Elvis comes in the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Did you have fun last night? With her?" You restate.

"Baby, you've been drinkin'."

"Yet my mind is completely clear. Answer me. Did you have fun with her last night?!" You raise your voice.

Elvis doesn't take this lightly. He demands respect and doesn't appreciate being spoken down to. You don't know where you find the courage to speak to him like this, but you do.

"Watch your tone speaking to me like that, Y/N. I give you ever gawd damn thing you could want..."

"Except for your respect," you cut him off.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. There was no her," Elvis explains.

"Her name is Daphne. She's a petite blonde with blue eyes, and she loves a good time," you tell him.

Elvis freezes in place. How could you know what her name was or what she looked like? Did someone say something to her?

"How... did you know?" Elvis asks quietly. "Y/N, I'm..."

"I just want to know one thing, Elvis."

You stand up from your position on the bed and slowly walk over to him. Your blood boils as the tears wail in your eyes again. Elvis doesn't know what to expect from you, but he's prepared to be scolded.

"Was she good?" You ask.

"What?"

"Was she good in bed? Was she fun? Did you tell her all your secrets? Did you tell her about your spot right behind your neck? How you like it kissed? Licked?" The tears pour down your face as you approach him, kissing his lips.

Elvis, out of breath, folds to your advances. It used to be so easy for you and him. A simple look. The brush of your hand. The sparkle of your eye. The sound of your voice would drive to nuts about you. Now you have to cry to get his attention.

You unbutton his shirt and slide your hands down his hairy chest. You smell her all over him, which adds fuel to the fire within you.

"Does she know how you like you dick massaged?" You ask him as you undo his chucky belt from around his waist.

You drop the belt to the floor. You kiss his lips as you undo his pants, sliding them down his slender hips. As his cock springs forward, you get down on your knees in front of him.

"Did she kiss it like this?"

You ask kissing the head of his cock. You lick it the tip of him as he drips with precum, and he shivers. You slowly take him in your mouth, measure by measure. You moan and suck him off just the way he likes. Elvis holds the back of your head as you drive him deeper into his mouth. You pop him out of your mouth, then tend to his balls, licking and swirling them with your tongue.

Elvis is beside himself with lust. He recalls all the times you two made love. No one he's been with has ever made him feel this good or this pleased. You knew his body like no other.

After Elvis comes, you look at his face as he goes slackjawed. You know how to make him weak in the knees to get whatever you wanted from him sexually.

You stand up and push him on the bed. You take his pants off his legs and slide your dress off your shoulders, leaving you bare before him.

You climb on top of him, pumping his cock softly until he's good and hard.

"Does she know you like to be called Daddy?"

"No," Elvis sighed, catching his breath.

"You tell her about our baby talk, Daddy? Needs you, baby girl does. Miss you much, daddy waddy," you whisper to him as you lower yourself on top of him.

Unable to answer, Elvis shakes his head.

"Daddy in need of baby girl. Daddy need her," Elvis whimpers.

You slowly rise in fall on his hardened dick. You roll your hips so his tip touches the part inside of you that only he knows. You inhale sharply when he touches it just right that it drenches you completely. Excited, you start to push yourself off and on his penis.

You lean forward, looking Elvis in his eyes. You always get lost within his eyes. This was the way you glazed into the very soul of this incredible human being. This is when he showed you the real him. There was so much love within him give.

Elvis grasped your hips, forcing himself inside you deeper. He has felt this good in a long time. You knew him so well. You knew how to make feel alive when he was off stage, yet you knew how to bring him peace.

"Her wet for Daddy?" He asks.

"Daddy, waddy ever had it this wet?" You ask.

"No, baby. No," he answered. "Daddy cumming fast."

You speed up your rhythm a bit, chasing the orgasm within you both.

"Oh, Elvis, Daddy," you moan.

And like a count down. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two...

You fall over the edge of pleasure into the space of oblivion.

"Holy fucking shit, Y/N!" Elvis shouts, releasing his seed all over your walls as they pulse around his dick.

One.

Elvis holds you close as you both catch your breath. He kisses your lips, taking all you give him. You sit up on his chest.

"Was Daphne that good, daddy?" You ask him.

"No, baby girl. No where close. She doesn't compare to you," he says.

"If that's true... why would you even fuck someone that's not better than me?" You say.

Elvis is left speechless yet again by you this morning. You climb off of him and head to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

"Y/N, baby," Elvis calls out to you, but you ignore him.

You clean yourself off and wash your face. You dress yourself in your jeans and an old tee shirt.

"Y/N, c-can we talk?" Elvis asks from the other side of the door.

You open the door and look at him.

"What about?" You ask. "There's nothing left to say. I begged you to come home with me last night, and you refused me. You lied and went to be with that girl."

"I'm... I'm..."

"I'm done, Elvis."

"Done? Done with what? Where are you going?" Elvis asks.

"I'm leaving you! You've broken my heart. You promised me you'd never do that. I'm gone!"

"Y/N, baby. Please don't go," Elvis begs you.

You push past Elvis, leaving him standing there completely naked. You run down the stairs and out the front door. You hear him yelling for you to stay, but ignore him. You run to the front gate, asking Uncle Vester to open it. You run down the sidewalk and stick out your thumb to flag some down.

An old truck driver in a navy blue pickup stops and picks you up. You ask him to take you to Union Street near Beale. He kindly helps you to your destination.

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Confessions

Description- Mattheo Riddle is your boyfriend. Although he can be quite nasty to others around him he has a soft spot for his friends and an even softer spot for you. When you have a big confession about yourself he is all ears. This leads to you ending the night with a warm bath together.

It was a chilly Saturday evening, you and Mattheo were sitting in your shared dorm as the two of you snuggles close. He had made you both hot chocolate with marshmallows to sip on while you two talked. It was a long day for both of you and you needed this moment together to relax. "Hmph. That will teach that fool to ever touch you again!!" He said as he told you about a fight he had gotten into earlier. He won of course.

you lift his hand to kiss his knuckles "i know mi príncipe, i just don't like seeing you hurt"

"I'm alright, mi amor," Mattheo responded, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I'll always protect you, no matter what." He took a sip of his hot chocolate and leaned back against the pillows, pulling you closer to him. "But enough about that, how was your day?"

"it was good..." you say meekly

Mattheo noticed your tone and turned to face you fully, concern etched on his face. "Is everything alright, mi amor? You know you can talk to me about anything." He placed a hand on your cheek and brushed his thumb gently across it.

"i know but- its just i miss you when your not with me"

Mattheo smiled softly and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I miss you too, mi amor. But we're always together, no matter the distance." He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss. "And we have each other now, that's what matters."

"have i told you how much i appreciate you mi Principe" you say looking into his eyes

Mattheo smiled warmly at you. "You don't have to thank me, mi amor. I do it because I love you." He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. "You mean the world to me, and I will always be here for you."

you move closer to him trying to get more skin contact

Mattheo smiled and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'm here, mi amor. Always." He held you close and ran his fingers through your hair, enjoying the feeling of your closeness. "I love you."

you look up to him "i love you the mostest" you say with a dopey grin

Mattheo chuckled and kissed you gently. "I love you even more than that, mi amor," he said with a warm smile. "You bring so much joy and love into my life, and I am grateful for you every day."

"even if i had a secret i'm scared to tell anyone?"

"Of course, mi amor," Mattheo replied, his voice filled with reassurance. "You can always tell me anything. I'm here to support you and love you, no matter what." He held onto you tighter, wanting to show you that you could trust him completely. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

"but what if it really serious" you say tears welling in your eyes

Mattheo wiped away your tears gently and held your hand. "No matter what it is, mi amor, we'll face it together. You can trust me, and I promise to always be here for you." He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss, trying to comfort you. "I love you, and nothing can change that."

"whatifidontfeellikeagirlsometimes?' you mumble into his shirt

Mattheo listened carefully and pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. "That's okay, mi amor. People feel all sorts of things, and it doesn't change who they are inside." He took a deep breath and gave you a reassuring smile. "You are who you are, and I love you no matter what. You don't have to fit into any specific mold. Just be yourself, and I will always be here to support you."

you look up at him through your eyelashes "even if i feel like a boy sometimes?" you whisper, scared of his reaction

Mattheo took a deep breath and looked into your eyes with love. "Yes, mi amor. Even if you feel like a boy sometimes, I will still love you and support you." He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Gender is a complicated thing, and it's okay to feel confused or unsure. The most important thing is to be true to yourself, and I will always love you for who you are, no matter what." He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "You are my mi amor, and that's all that matters."

"can we research this tomorrow because there is a lot i don't understand but want too?" you whisper feeling exhausted after your guys talk

"Of course, mi amor," Mattheo replied, his voice gentle and soothing. "We can research together and learn more about it. I will always be here to support you and help you understand." He pulled you closer and ran his fingers through your hair, trying to ease your worries. "You don't have to face anything alone, mi amor. I'm here for you, always."

you sit up long enough to take your bra off the lay right on top of Mattheo.

Mattheo smiled at you as you laid back down on top of him. "Feeling more comfortable now, mi amor?" he asked with a playful grin. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, enjoying the feeling of your warmth and closeness.

you gently tap his arm "fyi yes much more comfy" you say with a giggle.

Mattheo chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head. "I'm glad to hear that, mi amor," he said, a smile still playing on his lips. He held you close and ran his fingers through your hair, enjoying the feeling of your closeness. "Is there anything else you want to talk about, mi amor?"

"are you sure you want to sleep in your school uniform or do you want to take a bath together?"

Mattheo blushed slightly at your suggestion. "I wouldn't mind a bath with you, mi amor," he said with a smile. "But we better make it quick, don't want to get in trouble for being out of uniform." He stood up and took your hand, leading you to the bathroom.

"that's not what i meant i just want a hot relaxing bath with you... no funny business tonight" you say looking at your feet so he cant see the deep blush on your cheeks.

Mattheo chuckled softly and placed a hand on your cheek, lifting your face to look at him. "I know, mi amor. I was just teasing," he said with a warm smile. "A hot bath with you sounds perfect." He led you to the bathroom and started filling up the tub with warm water.

you turn towards the sink to light a smoked vanilla candle

Mattheo watched as you lit the candle and the sweet scent filled the room. "That smells amazing, mi amor," he said with a smile. "It's the perfect atmosphere for a relaxing bath." He added some lavender essential oil to the water and stirred it gently, creating a soothing aroma.

you turn towards him with a smile "gracias mi principe"

Mattheo smiled back at you. "De nada, mi amor," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "Anything for you." He took your hand and helped you into the warm bath water, settling in next to you. The warm water and soothing scent of the candle filled the room, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

you turn so you can lean back against him with a smile feeling relived that he didn't hate

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, enjoying the feeling of your closeness. He rested his chin on your shoulder and took a deep breath, relishing in the soothing scent of the lavender and smoked vanilla. "This is perfect, mi amor," he whispered softly. "Just the two of us, relaxing and enjoying each other's company."

" i love you mi principe, thank you for always being there for me"

"I love you too, mi amor," Mattheo replied, his voice filled with affection. "I will always be here for you, no matter what. You mean the world to me, and I will do anything to make you happy." He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and held you close, enjoying the peaceful moment together.

"you are my world if anything happened to you i would burn everything if it meant that you would be ok" you say relaxing even more in is arms

Mattheo's eyes widened at your words, realizing just how much you cared for him. He hugged you tighter and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "I would do the same for you, mi amor," he whispered. "You are my everything, and I would do anything to protect you and keep you safe." He held you close, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the moment.

you tilt your head to the side and gently kiss his shoulder

Mattheo smiled at your touch and leaned his head back against the tub, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling at peace in your arms.

[y2dolle]

◟    (   𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓   )  :   love can touch us one time, and last for a lifetime    ┈┈    MY HEART WILL GO ON , CELINE DION

ʚ ї ɞ  ⠀ ┈┈  ⠀ PAIRING . yoko tanaka x gf!reader

ʚ ї ɞ  ⠀ ┈┈  ⠀ SYNOPSIS . staying warm and cuddling with yoko

ʚ ї ɞ  ⠀ ┈┈  ⠀ WARNINGS . suggestive but no smut. mby slightly ooc!yoko

you dislike the fall at nevermore. any warmth dissipitates immediately and suddenly it’s ridiculously cold. much to your distaste, the dorms don’t have heaters, and instead you’re left putting on an absurd amount if layers.

you feel almost envious of your girlfriend and her inability to feel the cold as she sits next to you, smiling wide and completely unbothered by the chill of your dorm.

it’s not fair.

“sometimes, yoko, hate you,” you mumble, lips pursed. “i really do.”

her smile doesn’t falter, and she just presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “i don’t know how you can feel so cold when your skin is basically burning.”

“i hate nevermore. s’too cold.” yoko pouts sympathetically, wrapping her arms around you to offer some warmth. “your skin is dead cold, yoko.”

“shh, it’s the thought that counts.” her hands gently stroke along your back, and she pulls you closer. “let me make you nice and toasty, my love.”

you don’t really feel any warmer, but you choose not to say anything as you appreciate yoko’s attempts. you’re still shivering though, and the cold nips uncomfortably at your skin.

soft lips find your neck, leaving gentle kisses. yoko pulls you in even closer, although her hands have left your back and now rest on the curve of your hips.

“yoko–”

“just let me warm you up, love. you’re freezing.”

her teeth gently graze over the skin of your neck, tongue tracing shapes. you shiver, although this time not from the cold, and you can feel yoko’s lips form a smirk.

her hands slowly travel from your hips to your thighs, rubbing small circles on the skin. your face grows hot, your former discomfort long forgotten.

yoko’s lips meet yours in one final kiss before she pulls away from you. “join me in bed,” she affirms. you feel your cheeks burn. yoko flicks your forehead. “not like that, you perv. you’re pretty warm right now, so we should try and preserve that under the covers.”

“that doesn’t sound any better, yoko.” she rolls her eyes at your immaturity.

“cuddle with me.”

you smile, kissing her forehead gently. “of course, my love.”

the two of you comfortably settle under the covers, arms wrapped around each other for extra warmth. yoko’s hands once more stroke your back, and you melt into her touch.

“i love you,” she murmurs.

“i love you too.”

“well, i love you more,” she states. “more than you love me and more than anything in the world.”

“sure.”

“it’s true!” she smiles softly, pulling you close. “i love you the mostest.”

you don’t think you’ve ever felt warmer than in that moment.

[starbabyg]

Surprise | Braden Schneider Instagram edit

Y/n and Braden have a surprise for the fans <3

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yourusername: hey, hey, hey daddy c;

kandre.miller: 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤍

reavo7five: woahhh guys. a lil too much PDA ☝🏽

user1: couple of cuties ❤️❤️

jacobtrouba: There’s only one daddy and that’s Daddy Troub 👨‍👧‍👦🫃🏼

— reply to jacobtrouba bradenschneider: That emoji tho??

—— reply to bradenschneider jacobtrouba: Shhh baby Troubs 🫃🏼👨🏼‍🍼👨🏼‍🍼

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“Just get in!” Braden shooed y/n into the old timey Photo Booth. He followed in after her, having to squish in due to the small space. Y/n shuffled a bit and ended up on Braden’s lap.

“Jesus I can’t even see how I look,” y/n whined, looking into the lense of the camera. It was a straightforward Photo Booth with no screen to show how the pictures would come out. Vintage and a bit decrepit. Braden argued that the old thing had charm though.

“Oh stop it, you look fucking amazing,” Braden squeezed her cheek and went in for a kiss. The couple laughed in between each peck, high off of happiness. “This is the happiest day of my life don’t ruin it by saying dumb things like that.” He smiled at her, y/n truly was the love of his life.

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bradenschneider: mom and dad 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💞

yourusername: you look so yummy here 😋

kandre.miller: my parents look so good in this 😌🤞🏽

reavo7five: babies are all grown up 🥹🥲 miss y’all!!

—reply to reavo7five bradenschneider: miss you too bro, gotta come down and visit us!

—reply to reavo7five yourusername: I miss you the mostest Ry!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

user2: Mom and dad?? Hold on 🧐

—reply to user2 user3: No cause I noticed that too o.O

—reply to user2 user4: you don’t think…

—reply to user2 user5: It’s all making sense from y/n’s post now this! 😶

jacobtrouba: BABY TROUBS!!! 🫃🏼

—reply to jacobtrouba bradenschneider: Hey grandpa 👴🏼

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Back again at the Photo Booth, Braden entered first, not wanting to squish y/n this time. She plopped herself on his lap, adjusting the bandana on her head.

“More pictures from the Photo Booth where I don’t know if I look good,” y/n joked. Although there wasn’t a mirror or screen to look at, she still did small touch ups as if there were one.

Braden started to put the coins in the coin slot, “Mhmm. We’re gonna start taking a picture here every month. Just to see how time moves by.” The Photo Booth started to make those familiar clicks which let you know it was time to get ready.

“Awe baby, you’re such a sentimentalist,” Y/n cooed as she placed a kiss on Braden’s cheek. She loves that about him, how much he cared about the little things. He always made the most of their time and memories.

“Well you bring it out of me,” Braden turned his face and brought her in for a kiss. And then another one. And another one. Y/n heard the clicks from the camera, knowing they only had one more picture left.

“Oh my gosh, we’re gonna ruin our photos cause you wanna make out!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s do a lil silly one just to make up for it,” Braden laughed as he got into his final pose.

“Im gonna look silly regardless cause you messed up my makeup!!” Y/n gasped realizing she was wearing lip product. She hid her face with a peace sign.

Soon the pictures came out of the photo slot, Braden grabbing the warm paper. He tapped it, smiling at the final product. “These came out perfect.”

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bradenschneider: Surprise! 👶

kandre.miller: not really, I could tell from those weird concoctions of food y/n would be eating

—reply to kandre.miller yourusername: hey!! 😡 you said the Doritos and cottage cheese with lime tastes good!!

——reply to yourusername kandre.miller: errrr I lied bc lately you’ve been a little mean bookie. I understand now it’s just pregnancy wrath 🫣

nyrangers: Congratulations to the Schneider fam!! 🎉🎉🎊

—reply to nyrangers user1: it should’ve been me 😩😩

reavo7five: My lil dawg is all grown up now 🥲👶🏽

—reply to reavo7five bradenschneider: been bigger dawg wym 🧍🏻‍♂️

——reply to bradenschneider reavo7five: Two inches does not count allat much 🙄🙄

jacobtrouba: BABY TROUBA IS HAVING A BABY BABY TROUBA 🫃🏼🫃🏼

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“And one, two, three,” Braden counted as he held the camera up to his eye. You stayed in the exact pose he told you to, you had to translate his vision perfectly. Braden had bought a camera just to take pictures of the pregnancy journey. There was nothing he was more excited for than seeing his baby grow. Both you and the actual literal baby inside of you. He got up and showed you the photo he had just taken.

“Oh my gosh, Braden,” you gasped happily, “the picture came out perfect. You really have an eye for photography.” You we’re so proud of him. I’m everything he does he just excels. His hockey career was flourishing. Obviously he was amazing at his new hobby. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be the perfect father.

“Yeah, if I don’t make it to the big leagues in hockey I can always just be a photographer huh,” he joked. But his eyes never left the picture that was displayed on the screen. He could never explain how he felt in words, but it felt like his heart was glowing and radiating. Just pure joy.

“You can give your resignation today when you post that picture on Instagram, tell ‘em you’re done and you wanna take photos of pregnant ladies all day,” you joked back, now laying back on the bed because carrying a baby in your stomach all day was tiring.

Braden’s head whipped back at you, “You mean… I can actually post it? Let everyone know now?” He was like a big ol’ kid who could finally let out a secret.

“Yes, Braden, you can. Besides, they’re gonna start suspecting something when I come to the games. I’d rather them know I’m pregnant than think I’m sneaking snacks into the arena.”

[lilveeblog]

summer games

jj’s little play group holds some summer sports games

obviously jj and emily become super competitive

“Jay! It’s time to go baby, come on,” Emily shouted, grabbing the car keys.

“Coming mama!” JJ shouted back from the living room. She skipped out of the room with her bunny in her hand.

“Bunny stays here angel,” Emily said gently.

“Oh please mamaaaa, I leave her in car,” she whispered softly, fluttering her eyelashes at the older woman.

“Hm, okay fine. Come on then!”

Emily and JJ were off to their little’s playgroup today. This was a small group, with only about 6 littles in it, but it was JJ’s happy place. Luke was in it too, with his caregiver Garcia. JJ loved going every other week. When she missed it because of work - she got really upset. Today, was their summer games! Emily and JJ, being super competitive were very excited to win all the games.

They arrived and JJ skipped up to her little friend, Elle. They wrapped their arms around each other and gave each other big cheek kisses as usual.

“Me an mama gone beat you so hard!” JJ teased and Emily laughed, wrapping her arm around JJ’s shoulders.

“Let's not be cheeky,” she warned gently but Elle smiled widely.

“Nuh uh.. Me an dada are going to win the mostest!”

Once everyone arrived, the teams got dressed in their colours. JJ and Emily went with purple. First up was the egg and spoon race - nice and simple.

“I got dis mama, I gon do super good!” JJ said gently, jumping up and down in front of Emily.

“Okay, you got this. A nice steady hand and fast walk yeah - like holding the gun,” Emily giggled. JJ gasped and covered her mouth, giggling quietly.

“I not gon shoot anyone with the egg mama!”

“You might need to if you’re losing,” Emily teased and JJ fell into more laughter.

“To the starting lines!” Danielle, the group leader bellowed. JJ kissed her mama quickly before running towards the purple stripe on the grass. She was handed her spoon and then her egg which she made sure was perfectly balanced before positioning the spoon correctly in her hands.

“That’s my girl,” Emily cheered from the sidelines and a wide smile spread on JJ’s face.

“I so gon beat you,” Elle giggled in her green t-shirt from beside the blonde.

“Nuh uh,” JJ giggled back.

“I gon beat you bofs!” Meg cheered.

“On your marks!” Danielle cheered. Emily watched as JJ wiggled her bum in anticipation.

“Go!”

Instantly, all the little ones set off. JJ, of course, was first. Elle wasn’t far behind. Megs fell to the back but being the youngest it was expected. Jordan was nearly catching up to Elle. Luke was third. The caregivers stood on the sidelines, cheering on their little ones.

“Come on Jay! Quick!” Emily chanted as JJ was about to cross the line. She came first with Elle just behind her.

“And first place goes to JJ!” Danielle announced and JJ jumped with joy. She dropped the egg and spoon, jumping into Emily’s arms.

“I did it, Mama!” She screeched.

“I knew you could baby!” Emily praised, giving JJ a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek.

The next race was a caregiver race. The sack race. They decided to let the caregivers do this one to avoid injuries to the little ones. Emily climbed into her purple sack, just beside Gideon and Kate who were in their own sacks.

“You’re going down old man,” Emily sneered, sticking her tongue out at Gideon.

“Oh don’t try me, Prentiss,” he laughed and shook his head, sending a wink over to Elle.

“I’ll have you know, I’m going to win for my boy!” Garcia mumbled from the end of the line.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kate rolled her eyes. “Good luck losers.”

The race began and all the caregivers began their sort of hopping/ jumping towards the finish line. There were lots of ‘mamas’ and ‘dadas’ being shouted from the overcompetitive little ones. JJ was feral, however.

“Go! Go! Go mama!” she screamed in a deep voice, clapping Emily along. Kate was first though, Emily not far behind. “Mama you got to win!” JJ continued. “I beeve in you!”

Emily, feeling empowered by her baby’s words, jumped harder. Then few more jumps and she crossed the finish line just before Kate did. However, in a sack, Emily fell face-first into the grass.

“Mama! You did it!” JJ praised, running up to Emily who was sprawled on the ground. She’d rolled herself onto her back and looked up as the blonde-haired beauty appeared in front of the sun.

“I knew you could do it, mama,” JJ giggled, leaning down to kiss Emily on the head.

“Thank you, baby,” Emily smiled.

“Now get up, it my race gain!” JJ laughed as she ran off in the direction of the little ones.

Next, was the obstacle course. The little ones had to hop on some spots, spin around the poles and do some skips on the skipping rope before balancing for three seconds on the balance beam and running back to the beginning.

“You got this my baby!” Emily said to JJ softly, rubbing her shoulders as she stood at the starting line.

“I total got this mama,” JJ repeated.

Of course, JJ won again. She was the most athletic of all the littles and she flaunted that.

Next was another caregiver's game. They had to see who would jump rope the longest.

“Okay mama, you have to bounce bounce bounce - yeah?” JJ advised.

“Bounce - got it!” Emily laughed, cupping JJ’s cheeks.

“You got this my mama,” she said softly as Emily went to the skipping rope lying on the ground.

Emily won with Garcia close behind her.

“Mama!” JJ cheered again, jumping onto Emily’s back with glee. Emily laughed and held her girl close to her, soaking up the excited and sweet JJ she was receiving. There was something so pure about her little one being so free and innocent. She loved seeing her Jay like this, rather than built up with all her anger. “You the bestest,” JJ whispered, wrapping her arms securely around Emily’s shoulders and resting her head on Emily’s head.

The games all continued and JJ and Emily came first in every single one. JJ had stayed with the same enthusiasm and joy throughout the entire day but her winning streak was beginning to give her a big head.

“I win you lose,” she chanted to Luke during their lunch break. Luke made a foul face before stomping off. Emily sighed then, just as JJ turned to do the same to Elle and Megs.

“Jay,” Emily said softly, calling her girl over.

“Comin mama!” JJ cheered, skipping over to Emily. Emily was sitting on the grass and JJ sat at the side of her, leaning her head on Emily’s shoulder. Emily passed her her sippy cup which she gratefully accepted and then Emily began the slow, quiet lecture.

“You’ve done a really good job winning all the games today, angel. Mama is super proud of you,” she began. JJ giggled and nodded.

“I poud you mama,” she replied, kissing Emily’s shoulder. Em smiled before wrapping an arm around JJ’s waist, bringing her closer.

“You’ve done so well Jay but mama is going to ask you something, just once okay?” Jay looked up at Emily, furrowing her eyebrows. “When you win, I don’t want you to be cheeky and mean to the other people that didn’t win. It’s okay having some laughs with them, telling them you’re going to win but sometimes you have to take other people’s emotions into consideration with what you say to them.”

“Mama it just tease,” JJ tried to interject.

“Ah. I know some of it is but when you tell them that they’ve lost that upsets their feelings,” Emily replied.

“It doesn’t,” JJ argued.

Emily sighed, “Sweetheart, I don’t want to argue with you. You’ve had such a good day, all I’m saying is that you need to be nicer to your friends.”

“I is nice,” JJ huffed, crossing her arms.

“Just be careful what you’re saying to people, my love,” Emily whispered, pulling JJ closer to her.

The last race was a rally running race between everyone! Emily was going first and then JJ was to take the baton and finish it.

“We’ve got this baby!” Emily said happily, giving JJ big high-fives.

“We got this mama!” There was no doubt that JJ was the fastest in the BAU so never mind her little’s playgroup.

“On your marks!” Danielle announced. Everyone ran to their spots and Emily threw the baton between her two hands. JJ stood in position, ready to take the baton.

“Get set!”

“Go!” The first set of people began running and Emily went halfway around the track. She wasn’t first, with Jordan in front of her but she didn’t mind as she knew JJ would out run anyone. Emily reached JJ and handed her the baton. JJ set off immediately but in the next second, Luke crashed into her side.

JJ toppled to the side, falling hard on her hip and bagning the side of her head on the track. Not having enough time to stop, Elle came tumbling over JJ, kicking her in the back in the progress. Immediately, cries echoed around the track and the race stopped.

“Whoa!” Emily shouted, heading to JJ’s side. She helped Luke off the floor, who had tumbled onto JJ and she scampered around to see her little’s face. Her head was bleeding and she was crying in pain.

“Okay baby, can you sit up for me?” Emily whispered gently. JJ cried more and more people crowded around. Thankfully, Jj managed to roll onto her back, her head was really the biggest concern.

“Can you hear me baby?” Emily asked, stroking JJ’s cheek. JJ nodded. “How many fingers have I got up?” She asked again.

“Three,” JJ replied, sobbing to herself.

“Good girl, you’re okay,” Emily whispered, stroking her back. Danielle arrived with the first aid kit then, opening it up and taking out an antiseptic wipe.

“No no,” JJ cried as it touched her head, she moved away from it and closer to Emily.

“We’ve got to clean it up baby, it might have sand it in,” Emily sighed, wrapping her arms around JJ.

“Mama,” JJ sobbed into her mama’s chest. Emily held JJ’s head still whilst Danielle got to work on cleaning it. JJ cried more but stayed still, knowing it needed doing.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well,” EMily praised, kissing JJ’s head and stroking her back.

“It’s just a graze really, it will most likely bruise though,” Danielle said. “She’ll probably get a bump but she’ll be okay.”

“See you’ll be okay my love,” Emily whispered, rocking JJ in her arms, trying to calm down her cries. “Mama’s got you, it’s okay.”

Once JJ was up standing and off the track, the race began again. JJ didn’t want to run this time, feeling sorry for herself. She stood on the sidelines, scuffing her feet on the grass. She’d asked to go home, embarrassed but Emily and Danielle had asked her to stay for the awards at the end. They just had to finish this race and then they’ll get them. JJ and Emily had won the most points so were getting the top prize but they were doing participation pirizes too.

“We go sit down mama?” JJ whispered, turning to Emily.

“We can go sit down, you okay?”

“It hurt,” she sighed, tapping her head.

“I’ll get you some painkillers when we’re back in the car angel,” Emily said gently, kissing the uninjured side of JJ’s head. JJ nodded. Emily sat in the grass and JJ sat inbetween her legs, leaning back into her mama. Emily wrapped her arms tightly around JJ’s waist, holding her baby girl close.

“The biggest smile prize today goes to Jordan!” Danielle announced. Jordan smiled and ran up to get her trophy before taking a bow and accepting the claps and cheers.

“The best boy today goes to Luke!” Danielle announced and Garcia cheered louder than everyone else as Luke ran up to receive his trophy.

“The best sport today goes to Megs!”

“The loudest cheerer today goes to Elle!”

“And finally, last but not least, the one with the most points today - who out did everyone incredibly and worked super hard to do so… the best of the day prize goes to JJ.” JJ slowly got up from her mama’s arms and walked up towards the podium. She took a big bow before taking her trophy and running back to Emily, sheepishly.

“I’m so proud of you today baby,” Emily said gently as they climbed into the car.

“Fan woo,” she mumbled, snuggling up with ehr teddy.

“Nap time?”

“Mhm, go long way.”

Emily chuckled and headed out of the car park, ready to take the long way home whilst her baby got some much needed rest. Emily really was so unbelievably proud of her girl. She’d done incredible today.

[crewelpuppy]

the crewels

part 3~

a/n:: protective papa luci lives in my head rent free ough..

cw’s:: none really, maybe a few little suggestive comments or smth but this one’s just rlly cute.

word count:: 2.4k

later on, the two returned back downstairs in each other’s arms again, luci smiling as he cuddled into divus’ chest lovingly until di laid him down on the sofa to go make them some breakfast with a slightly smug grin on his face. luci looked over to the puppies, a warm chuckle escaping him as he saw how they had awakened and began to play wrestle with each other and how clumsy they looked due to their limited mobility. divus let out a little laugh when he entered the room with their meal and saw how they played, humming softly as he sat next to luci on the sofa and placed a kiss on the soft fluff between his ears.

they enjoyed their pancakes and coffee as the puppies’ playful grunts filled the room, luci eating with a content smile as he laid against the arm of the sofa and rested his legs across divus’ lap. “someone finds me very comfy to lay on me like this~” divus teased between bites, smirking as he gave luci’s calf a little pat and beaming as luci set his plate aside and gave him little grabby hands to ask him to come sit with him. di let out a teasing huff as he moved to sit with his back against luci’s chest, snuggling in and getting comfy as luci wrapped his limbs around him to cuddle him close. this was heaven to divus, luciel’s hands brushing through his hair and the grunts of their puppies filling the sunny room. all was well.. especially as luci gave him a teasing squeeze with his legs and kissed his face repeatedly making divus chuckle as he gave his leg another teasing pat, “look at you getting all worn out like a tired little pup~” “and whose fault is that~?” “hmm.. whose could it be indeed~~” luci giggled as he pressed another kiss to di’s forehead, teasing as he gave his nose a little poke, “i’ll let you off the hook this time~” “oh, thank you for letting me off the hook for my oh so terrible crimes~” “only because you’re so cute~”

divus’ face hurt from smiling so much as he turned his attention back to the puppies, holding luci’s hand and pressing a soft kiss to its back before grabbing the other to do the same and rub his thumbs softly across his palms. he leaned his head back against luci’s chest and mumbled softly as he turned his hands over, “my, look at that..” he mused as a thumb brushed over the glistening ring on his finger, feigning innocence as he teased, “hmm, what’s this pretty little thing i’ve found on this pretty little hand right here~?” “you tell me~” “it sure does look an awful lot like a wedding ring..~” “oh my word, how could that be..~” divus pressed a few more pecks to his hand as he relaxed, mumbling with a little kiss to the center of the ring, "i think this ring might actually belong to somebody.. hmm.. it seems to me like this ring belongs to someone really special, someone I'm absolutely in love with..." luci smiled softly as he leaned in to whisper, “i love you..~” “i love you too, baby~” as the two sat and cuddled, they seemed to fall into a little loop of loving whispers as the puppies rested, all was truly well..

"i love you more, you adorable little lovely~" divus whispered, his voice filled with pure love and happiness as he couldn't help but feel giddy and playful, knowing that he also wanted to engage in a bit of playful teasing, "and I definitely love you way more than you love me!" “oh you do not~!” “oh yes i do! i love you the mostest, and you can’t change my mind~!!” “stubborn~” luci giggled as he squished his cheek, giving him a teasing squeeze. “yes, this professor is very stubborn about how much he loves you and is never going to change his mind~” divus playfully pouted and stuck his tongue out, grinning as he felt the squeeze and snuggled down further into him. it wasn’t long before little bennett seemed to be waking up, squirming around and grunting in her little bed as she woke from her nappy state. luci gave divus’ cheek a quick kiss before getting up to go over to her, cooing as he gently scooped her up, “hello, sweetheart..!” divus still had that same soft smile on his face as he watched him go over to the puppies, his smile now slightly filled with amusement as he saw the sweet sight of the little puppy snuggling down into his chest and rooting around.

“are you all ready to wake up and play?” divus asked bennett softly, moving over to gently try and rouse sinatra from his sleep, but he was not simply having it. sinatra let out a little whine as he flopped back over dramatically, making luci chuckle at the theatrics he displayed to try and continue napping. divus let out a little sigh of amusement as he watched, scolding teasingly, "sinatra, stop being lazy and get out of bed. you’re being a bad example for your sister, now." sinatra still decided to stay in the bed, his paws slightly tucked to his chest and the divus could see the pout on his little face all the way from here. “aww, let the baby sleep, darling..” luci chuckled as he continued to pet bennett in his arms, making divus roll his eyes playfully before signing again and giving sinatra’s little belly a rub with his fingers.

he saw a little motion out of the corner of his eyes, glancing over and grinning as he saw luci getting down on the carpet to play with bennett as she woke up more. he couldn't help but have a soft and fond gaze on him as he watched him interact and play with the little pup, as the warmth and affection he showed was filling the man with joy. divus continued to watch the sweet scene as he sat down on the fluffy dog bed, having decided to take a seat and just take a moment to just observe the two of them and how cute and adorable they looked together. bennett ran in a few little circles before reaching up and grabbing a hold of luci’s  fingers, her paws gripping onto his finger and not letting go as she proceeded to pull him over to her basket of stuffed animals. she promptly started pulling one after the other out and trying to get him to play with her, making luci giggle as he watched and playfully tossed the toys for her to chase and retrieve. divus’ gaze had become one with a lot of happiness and pride, so incredibly fond of the moment that he was witnessing between the two of them and how they were bonding and the sounds of luci’s sweet voice as he cheered and praised her when bringing the toys back to him.

bennett barked softly in excitement as she dropped the toys on his knees, happily kicking her legs as luci picked her up and hugged her close and she buried her head snugly into his chest. bennett let out a happy whimper and bark as he cradled her in his arms, now feeling very comfy and very happy to be able to get one-on-one time with him like this for a little bit. she rested her paws onto his chest and rested them there, playfully licking his chest in addition as she seemed very excited about getting all of this attention and love as luci cooed and bounced her softly in his arms. he held her for a bit before asking as he looked over to divus and sinatra, “are our babies hungry..?”

bennett let out a little whine and wiggled excitedly, making luci smile as he stood and carried her into the kitchen. though she began to get a bit too excited, whining and grunting as she wiggled around, making luci laugh as he shushed her and held her securely as he prepared the bottles then carried them to the living room so everyone could eat. bennett quickly downed her bottle, looking up expectantly as luci pulled it away and smiled down at her. “you only need one, silly..!” she let out a whimper, seemingly feeling a bit greedy and upset that she was not going to get that second bottle. she did not seem to want to share with her brother at all, but at the same time, she did not want to deprive her brother of food, so the little pup was now stuck in a bit of a dilemma in her head as she tried to figure out what to do. noticing her distress, luci smiled as he leaned in to whisper, “don’t tell papa, but i’ll fix you another little bit when your brother’s done, okay..?” bennett’s ears perked at his words, her tail swishing as she watched luci set her down to go over and feed sinatra, who was still mostly asleep but didn’t mind being woken up in such a way.

luci grinned as he laid sinatra back down and began to head back towards the kitchen, winking softly as he said, “why don’t you come help me clean the bottles, bennett~?” she excitedly followed, wiggling as she ran behind his heels to go ‘help out’. luci sneakily fixed her another half of a bottle, scooping her up to give it to her with a grin, until he suddenly heard a voice behind him moments after giving it to her. “my love!” divus laughed as he saw the sight, luci turning with wide eyes as his ears went up at getting caught mid-deal. “my love, are you trying to spoil the little pup~?” luci giggled as she continued eagerly drinking from the bottle, responding as he held her close, “she was hungry..!” “mhm.. and because she was hungry you decided she needed a second bottle?” “it was only half!” “and why is she getting even half a bottle more~?” divus teased as he patted his shoulder, then the little pup’s head as she drank. “because she’s a growing girl!” “she is a growing girl indeed.. she needs her nutrients, huh?” “mhm!!” divus beamed as he reached down to brush his fingers over her little tummy, making her legs kick as she continued drinking.

luci cleaned the bottles after she was done and went back to the living room as divus headed upstairs for a quick shower, returning a while later to find a sight that made his heart absolutely melt. luciel and the puppies were asleep on the sofa, the pups tucked peacefully into him as he curled around them and made a little barricade with his tail as they rested peacefully. the precious sight almost made him tear up to see, the puppies nestled into him and the way that he ensured they’d stay close just overflowed with cuteness. he truly looked like a father like this.. divus quickly grabbed his phone and took a few photos, wanting to preserve everything about the sweet sight before quietly approaching the sofa and giving luci a soft kiss on the forehead to try and rouse him from his nap.

as his arm touched luciel’s, his eyes immediately widened as he heard a soft protective growl escape him, his heart absolutely melting and gaze turning adoring as he smiled softly. he knew it wasn’t aimed particularly at him, more at any possible threat to the pups while he slept, and the sight and thought of him being so protective melted and sped up his heart tenfold. he soothingly rubbed over his arm to help lower his guard, letting him know there was no threat to the babies and that it was just his presence. luci began to slowly wake at the touch, blinking up before his eyes focused and his tail tapped against the sofa as he smiled up at his love’s return. “did the puppies tire you out, love..?” divus asked softly with a loving smile as he gently ruffled the hair between his ears, luci smiling as he mumbled and pulled himself to sit up, “a little..” upon seeing him sit up, divus gently moved to sit behind and wrap his arms around him as he laid his head on his shoulder.* "that’s adorable..." he whispered softly as he embraced him, peppering his cheek and neck with small little love kisses as they settled back into each other.

“you know, you make a very good father..~” divus smiled as he softly pet his fluffy ears. “you think..?” “oh i know..~ you were holding onto both babies so very closely.. and you had that protective instinct kick in when i came up to the couch, that was so sweet~ oh, there really is nothing sexier than when that protective fatherly mode kicks in~” he crooned into his neck, luci’s face flushing slightly as he smiled and whispered, “oh, hush you..” “noooo, when you growled at me, it was seriously hot~” “hushhhh..~” “neverrrrr~” luci grinned as he nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hugging him close as the puppies continued to rest beside them. "and not only that, but you were holding those puppies so very close in your arms.. i was almost gonna cry out of so much affection from the sight..~" he cooed sweetly in his ear, now placing more small kisses to his shoulder as they lovingly embraced. luci smiled down at the puppies before leaning down to wipe off sinatra’s face, nuzzling his head softly as he slept and divus whispered as he ran a hand over luci’s back, “there you go, a very good and gentle father..~”

luci’s tail tapped against the fabric as he laid back down and pulled the pups back into his arms, curling up close and letting out a breath of contentment as divus curled up behind him and nestled in close. the warmth and comfort made luci unable to stop a little yawn, closing his eyes and laying his head beside the little puppies as he hugged them and gave gentle licks to their tiny forehead, letting sleep take over once again. “a very good father..” divus mumbled as he watched the scene, nuzzling into the back of his neck as he got settled down and comfy as well… 

[stewyhosseini-bf]

I think I can generally understand that fandoms have different 'factions' they split themselves into that don't like or interact with each other/ think THEIR little meow meow is the ONE meow meow and all the others need to stop being mean to him but... I think Succession is one where I sometimes find certain takes to be lacking in the nuance necessary to watch and enjoy this show... like, everyone in the show is, to some degree, a bad person. they all do horrible things constantly, even just by being complicit. the whole point is that, whatever they do or don't do, you still find yourself having empathy and relating to their humanity, their trauma, their want to do good even if they're unable to, their need for acknowledgement and achievement, etc... to look at tomshiv, for example, as ONE of them being THE evil person who ruined their relationship because of their ulterior motives, or acting like Roman's trauma is more valid than Kendall's bc Kendall was part of his, or like Connor is less or more worthy of understanding for xyz reason, or that Gerri or Stewy are the only good ones (as much as I love them both - I literally have a stewy blog - this is not the case), etc etc is just ... so weird to me. They're all broken people trying to find love and/or a sense of achievement in a broken system and doing horrible things to get there. And I'm not saying you can't favor characters or even hate others, don't get me wrong, I also have my MOSTEST meows meows. like, you're not obligated to relate to or like any character, and this post doesn't really apply to 98% of the posts I see, but there are certain posts that have me wondering whether we watched the same show. like, in a show breaking down these ideas of 'evil perpetrator who does evil bc he's purely evil and for no other reason vs 'poor victim who's never done a wrong thing in their life' by showing that even someone you empathize with can do things you can't understand, and even someone you have trouble empathizing with because of the things they've done can have a story that's relatable and human - having these extreme, unnuanced takes doesn't make sense to me and just kind of. misses the point of the show, IMO.

[writercole]

Update Update Update

Okay sue me, I like that New Orleans view.

Let's talk, besties! Here's what's going on with me.

Feeling a bit of a burnout with writing. Don't misunderstand me - I'm still writing. I'm just chasing different stories right now.

Most of you guys know - I've been really open about this - that I've been struggling to find a job for almost 2 years now. Well, I finally got an opportunity. It starts training on May 1 but I'm pretty...skeptical because I've been screwed over so many times. I should note that there is nothing that suggests that this is a screwover but I'm just pessimistic at this point.

That's going to do one of two things - either I'm going to be writing a lot more or a lot less. I'm hoping it's the former.

I have like 100 stories in development currently and I get more and more ideas every day. Some of these are fanfic, some of them are probably going to be publications. Keep an eye here and at @coleslibrary for any updates or new publishing announcements.

My first three books are all available on Amazon currently and the next one will be there as well. I'm going to go ahead and say that instead of minor rewrites and name changes, this next one, the rewrite of Sounds of Someday, is going to be a whole new story. The basic plot will stay the same but so many details are going to be changed that it's going to read as all new.

Master lists are going to be posting throughout the next month. Mostly actor specific ones that I've been having in my drafts for far too long. They will be updated accordingly.

Most of my upcoming stuff will be collections - stories set in the same universe that don't have to be read together and contain multiple main characters. The first of those is my country club collection - A Drive For Love - starting with Golf Pro Bradley Bradshaw.

Last year I promised a Dad!Jake series. Well, good news on that front. I'm about halfway through writing the series. You'll Be In My Heart should be debuting in the next month or so. It does have to go back through my betas but each chapter will be a different POV and will vary in word count but will contain one scene. The FMC has been changed from a reader to an OC. I'm sure this will affect readership but I don't really care.

I think that's about it on that front. I want to send out a couple of shoutouts to a couple of people before I finish here.

First, @princessmisery666, Stacey, babe, I don't know what I'd do without you. You've become the Opie to my Jax, the level headed guiding light to my chaotic ways. Though you do encourage some of my more angsty ideas and I love you for that. I love you, period. I got this. 💞

To @ryebecca. You're my twinsie and my sounding board. You help my rational brain take over the emotional side more often than not and never make me feel bad for having a different opinion. I love you mostest.

To @imjess-themess and @blue-aconite. You two beautiful souls keep me grounded on days where I'm trying to dissociate all the time. I know you don't realize the things you do to help my mental state lately but just know that the two of you mean the world to me. I love you both.

@fuckyeahhangman. What can I say about your gorgeous face other than I absolutely love it like a cat loves sunshine.

@wildbornsiren My swamp gremlin. The amount of times I've turned to you when I've had a bad day is steadily increasing and I am so grateful for your acceptance of my insanity. I love you!

And last but certainly not least @never--doubt. I know I say it all the time, but I'm so proud of you and so thankful for your friendship. You're like the little sibling I always wanted and I'm so happy that we found one another through this hellsite.

If you're reading this and you're not listed, fret not. I still love you. I just might have forgotten what your new URLs are.

[autumnbrambleagain]

good god the mephistopheles fight in wotr

there's so much shit going on you can't see shit

It isn't even Difficult. This isn't a challenge. i'm not being CHALLENGED to find some inventive way of winning.

In a game that gives you THIS many choices of building characters, picking feats and spells--the game also says, there are right and wrong answers to these options. This is a test: have you picked the right answers?

It's being given a fill-in-the-blank test without having taken a class on the subject, and you learn the right answer by learning how you got it wrong. Until you come to the Correct Answer.

Sure, there are several Correct Answers to this bullshit. But that, again, isn't difficult. It isn't challenging me to come up with an inventive strat. It's challenging me to pick one of the synergy exploits that Let Me Win. And You Gotta Pick One.

Because executing those victories isn't HARD. This is about System Knowledge. This is about Knowing that out of the 500 choices you have per-character, if you pick options 37 and 48, you win. If you pick options 13 and 64, you win. If you pick any other options, you did not do this right and you lose.

This doesn't feel like Blackwater, where I learned to give everyone Greater Invisibility and lock enemies down with Mind Fog + Constricting Coils so I can bypass high AC and hit that sweet flatfoot AC. That? That was honestly good game design.

This is asking me: Do you have the Obligatory (literally) 40 buffs before this fight starts? Did you realize that the right feat synergies make everyone immortal? Did you take the few options that increase caster level for dispells?

More and more I wish I was playing DOS2, where the difficulty was in coming up with ways to USE the powers you picked in synergy, not in picking the right ones to start with. Where difficulty was in how you maneuvered your pieces, where you set up your guys and what you did with them. I can remember so many exciting, wild fights from DOS2 that demanded I pull off some crazy last-second maneuver or desperate action. I remember reloading on a bunch of fights and going, wait, no, I can do this better. I have a better plan this time.

I can't remember a single fight outside of Blackwater where I felt like I was really engaged with the game. Whenever I died in WotR, I'd go, ah, right, there's a fight coming up. Reload. Cast buffs. Cast more buffs. Walk into the fight. Kill everything unopposed. Neat. This has always been an utterly boring binary pass/fail system.

This game demands: did you spend the entirety of the 00s on the GitP forum, theorycrafting level 20 min-max builds despite no tabletop game lasting that long? Is your one love in life looking up a dozen different splatbooks to assemble the ultimate god-character whose stats are The Biggerest and has Even Biggerer stats than the gods' statlines because you have Such Big Stats Oh My God Look At Your Spell DC Wow.

This isn't a challenge. This isn't difficult. This is an interactive fiction adventure game, and like all classic Sierra bullshit, you lose because you did not intuit 100 hours ago the right items you needed to have at the end of the game.

When my buffs are up, and I pick the spell that does Mostest Damage each turn… I win, i just, I win that's it there's nothing to be done about it i won. I didn't do anything clever--i put the mostest manylots buffs on and hit Big Damage Dice Roll Please.

In this case, I lose because I hadn't encountered anything that NEEDED to be dispelled before and was higher level than 20+CL (which is fucking 38 right now and i need 41 which means they literally intend you to have the dispell increasing feats so guess it's time to go and spend an hour respeccing my characters for one single boss lol)

If a game gives you 500 choices, and only 50 of those let you win, it's a bad game. If you let me pick between 10 spells each level and I can only take one, and I NEED to have 4 of them to win and you don't tell me which ones are Fake Choices, it's a bad game. If your difficulty is based entirely around telling the player "ah, you see, 40 hours ago you were given a choice, and it was the wrong one", it's a bad game.

hey, i think this is actually a bad game.

[ivan-ivan-ivan-ivan]

I don’t think it’s fair for someone to spend their birthday not listening to what other people say they love about them, I guess it’s lucky for you that I have an endless list of things I love about you. I have especially curated 25 things that I mostest absolutelieszststztstttt adore about you:

I love how you show yourself as if you’re not into being the center of attention, but in a little subtlety i can see that you do enjoy it a bit. I think that’s very cuties and very leo of you

I love how hard you work and how dedicated you are at your field

I love how you aim to be the besztstzttest at something and to be the smartest person in the room, I think one of your greatest strengths is persevering at something that you’re eager for. I can sense that you have the drive to want to achieve great things and I’m absolutely all here for that

I love how you make me want to be better not by telling me to do better, but by showing that quality in yourself. I feel like with you, I can retire my hunger for competition. Because I don’t think I wanna be better than you, I just want us to be better together alongside each other

I love how smart you are. I don't think this needs any explaining

I love how thoughtful you are, it's something that's new to me and I really appreciate it

I love how appreciative you are even on the little small things

I love how you seem like you don’t have a lot to say but you actually do and you just don’t want to share everything yet

I love how I can discuss and brainstorm things with you

I love (even though sometimes it scares me) how you stalk me through everything even though you absolutely don’t need to because there isn’t a question on earth you could ask me that I wouldn’t give answers to.

I love how absolutely no one else would want to figure out how many RPM’s the giant fan is rotating at but you do

I love that when you say you want to improve at something, you actually put forth effort and show that you're improving

I love how you take a long pause before you want to say something that’s important

I love how you could not lie to save your life

I love how you try to stay up when we're together but you always end up falling asleep first

I love how you're very verbal in expressing how you feel. I really appreciate it when you're forward with how you're feeling <3

I love it when you talk in wireline language but I’m actually drifting away but you don’t realize it and you continue talking anyway and you look so excited and your eyes light up and at the end I don’t understand anything you say but I just take my sweet time staring at your cute face instead <3 (sometimes I drift away because you talk too fast and I lost you somewhere but I don’t wanna stop you because you’re still on fire about the topic)

I love how you say you couldn’t write but so far the things you’ve said to me show that you can actually write really good but you just haven’t tried it yet

I love that you love to cuddle and how we almost always wake up in the same position we went to sleep in

I love how you’re a really good kisser and I never want to stop kissing you for the rest of my lifeszeszsssszs

I love how your laugh explodes at my jokes even when they’re not that funny sometimes

I love how I can picture you very clearly when you laugh through the phone and I can feel your eyes laughing with you as well

I love how you pick up my calls very quickly

I love how you say you’re gonna end the call in 5 minutes but it ALWAYS ends up being WAY MORE THAN 5 MINUTES <3 if it were up to me, our calls are gonna last YEARS

Most of all, I love how you are a whole 4 meters of a big guy but it turns out you’re the biggest softie I’ve ever met. I love how you always try to reach for my hand when we’re sitting across from each other at restaurants. I love how you take pauses in between moments just to say how much you appreciate the time we share together. I love how you always say thank you even when you don’t need to. I love how you’re so reassuring and I feel so safe when I’m with you.

[i-never-forgot]

alright so i just finished reading the current chapters of That Poison, Reconciliation and oh boy do i have some thoughts to share with you. I hope you like unnecessary rambling because by god do I have a lot to say.

first of all: ELIANA AND LU MY BELOVEDSSSSSSS... the way their friendship is written is just so so awesome.. him willing to wish for eliana to have her memories and doing all that he can to comfort her during the horrible horrible time she underwent as the memories of her former life pieced together.. just how much they both regard each other with such respect it was always a delight to see them interact... and it's not just him and eliana that i care about so much but it's the way you wrote her friendship with Grovyle that just. awaaawasa. him directly influencing her to evolve into a leafeon was just such a good detail. my god.

second of all: THE WAY ELIANA WAS ABSOLUTELY LIVID AND ENRAGED WHEN DUSKNOIR SHOWED UP WITH THE GUILD WITH THE OTHER TWO??? I ACTUALLY HAD TO STOP FOR A MOMENT TO VISUALIZE ALL OF THAT. GOD THAT WAS SUCH A POWERFUL MOMENT THAT I HAVE NO WORDS TO PUT IT. fisara you absolute genius. looking forward to the next chapter and be absolutely unwell over.

Sinnohhhhh!😭I absolutely love unnecessary rambling! That’s what I enjoy the mostest!

Lu and Eliana’s friendship is so so special to me. I’ve always pictured that pair as the bestest of friends, and I’ve played so many iterations of them that they just transcend no matter what playthrough, names or otherwise. They’ve relied on and trusted in each other for so long that there’s not much they don’t know about each other, but once Eliana recovers her memories it’s a new area that Lu can’t really follow her into. He supports and comforts her where he can, but he knows that he can no longer relate to her. It’s so bittersweet bc he’s been her rock for so long but now he realizes he’s not really who she needs.🥺

(I tried an eevee/shinx route recently and I view them as romantic…and they will be making an appearance in TPR bc I love them so much…but I just can’t part from my original bbs. As much as I want to try different starters/partners it just hurts so much. But I digress!)

Her and Grovyle are just…*muffled screaming* they’re so important. In her recent memory he had such a significant impact that reached even through her amnesia—he’s such an integral aspect of her identity and thinking she’d never get to see him again almost destroyed her. Evolving into a Leafeon is a desperate attempt to reach out to him, and it works somewhat. Now they’re able to relate on an entirely new level (including sunbathing haha). It gives them such an intrinsic connection (and it makes it that much funnier bc now dusknoir has to wrangle three grass types who are very vulnerable to several types lol).

I write cinematically since I picture the scenes like they’re in a movie or smth so I’m so happy everyone loves how her attack on Dusknoir turned out😭she’s so powerful on her own but her being painfully aware that she still doesn’t even come close to Dusknoir’s capabilities adds fuel to the fire.

The next chapter drops Sunday! It’s not super long but I need a little while to write some more chapters so I’ll be updating a couple different fics in the meantime🥰I’m so glad you’re enjoying it so far!

[riskrov]

of all the owl house characters why’d I have to get attached to kikimora and boscha

[jungwnies]

boyfriend | nct dream | h.c.

NCT Dream members as your boyfriend ♡

tw: none

genre: fluff (angst & smutty only if you squint!)

w/c: 1,004

story style: headcanon

a/n: like, reblog, & comment!

Mark Lee

• he's the best boyfriend

• he remembers all the little things about you, your favorite drink, your favorite food, everything

• sometimes he'll visit you with your favorite meal, or bring you small gifts

• he isn't the most touchy person, but at the same time he is.

• he loves being in your arms and he loves your touch, he feels most comfortable and most safe with you

• he would work through any argument with you and do whatever to make sure you never leave him bc that GENUINELY scares him

• you're his other half 100% and he knew not even one month in the relationship

• he definitely dropped the "love" bomb early, but it was something you BOTH felt mutually because you guys are just head over heels for each other.

Huang Renjun

• he's also a really good boyfriend

• he would do anything for you, he'll miss events for you, he'll skip anything just for you

• and sometimes he feels super bad if he has to really go to an event because he hates leaving you

• he's super clingy, he loves kissing you, telling you how much he loves you

• hes constantly reminding you, "you know how much i love you right?"

• ALL THE DAMN TIME

• but he really does love you, he's over the rainbow for you, OVER THE DAMN MOON.

• he puts you before everyone and everything

• everyone is always like, "why are you with her so much?"

• they know damn well it's because he loves you so MUCH

• you guys NEVER argue, but whenever you do, he says sorry and you say it whenever you guys are at fault

• communication and understanding is at 100% with this boy

Lee Jeno

• he loves you, that's for sure

• he's 1000% a simp for you, like he loves you the mostest!

• he does a lot for you, and he brings you everything

• he spoils you a lot with material things, and touch

• he loves holding you and he loves how good you smell

• he loves being near you, and your not only his s/o but you're his best friend

• although sometimes you do argue, and it does get a little heated 🥲

• but at the end of the day you guys are like TWO PEAS IN A MOTHER FUCKING POD

• he puts EVERYTHING into you especially in bed

• bc lord is he good in bed

• BUT ANYWAYS...

• you guys are inseparable and he loves you too much to give you up despite anything the world throws at you guys

• you ALWAYS work it out

Lee Haechan

• being in a relationship with haechan is probably the best adventure ever

• he loves doing spontaneous things with you, he loves being risky, and he just loves experiencing things he never has with you

• he is DOWN BAD for you

• him and you are ALWAYS doing things together, like all the damn time

• sometimes he gets busy but your relationship is well planned and you guys still have tons of time for each other

• you guys aren't the most affectionate couple but you guys are the most fun and spontaneous couple

• it's like rollercoaster of fun, and there's rarely ever any arguments

• if there are any arguments they're just super petty

• this relationship is stronger and funner than ever

Na Jaemin

• he is the definition of boyfriend material

• he spoils you with kisses, hugs, things, literally everything i swear to god

• your relationship is superrrr healthy, and he's also very spontaneous

• he loves having you in his arms, and hes super touchy

• sometimes he just carries you around, or randomly kisses you

• being with jaemin is like a mystery because everyday brings on something new with him

• especially in bed, he loves to try things... different... things...

• he loves laying in bed with you and being near you

• touch is his love language and he ALWAYS got his hands on you

• he is the ideal boyfriend, the definition of boyfriend, he does anything and everything for you

• let's be real, the moment he said "i love you,"

• he was this close 🤏 to getting down on one knee and proposing.

Zhong Chenle

• he is a lover

• but a material lover if yk what i mean

• he loves buying you stuff, he loves spending all his money on you

• his whole PAYCHECK goes to you

• you honestly are his everything and he doesn't mind AT ALL

• he's also not one of those affectionate people but his love is shown in many, many, many other ways.

• he is constantly cracking jokes with you guys and he's always finding something fun for you guys to do if it ever got boring

• and you guys literally NEVER fight, like at all

• this is a super, super, SUPER healthy relationship and

• it lasts longer then anything ever

Park Jisung

• the youngest in dream, also the sweetest in a relationship

• hes very reassuring and he's loves you so much

• he was never very good at this because he was always an idol for a lot of his life

• but being with you gave him a box of emotions he didn't knew existed simply because he felt like he was trapped

• but when he met you he was overjoyed and he was so happy to be in a relationship with you

• you guys work everything out and you are always kissing him

• you guys love reminding each other how much you care and love each other

• what a healthy relationship you guys have 🥲

• but this is a relationship that will last forever, and you guys are super loyal to each other.

[vallentinerry]

LA Night 2

Love on tour with Y/N and Harry. 

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"Y/N! NOOOO!" Harry laughs running away from you as you circle around his dressing room.

"Yes!" You laugh maniacally jumping above the couch and attack him to the floor.

"NO! I'm being attacked! Someone hel—pftt." He thrashes around beneath you as you howl with laughter, covering his mouth.

"Look at what you did to my ass!" You point to your barely clothed ass with a smiley face with a tongue sticking out drawn on it.

"What! I couldn't resist." He pouted, hair all disheveled in the ground as you lay on top.

"There's a face in my asshole, Harry!" you throw your hands in the air making him erupt in another fit of giggles. "Oh? You think it's funny?!" Standing up from his body, you strolled over to Harry's tote bag and looked for the Sharpie he used.

"Y/NNN... don't leave me! Now look what you've done, your baby's all cold now!" He whines behind you with a furrow in his eyebrows but a small smile appeared upon seeing the face on your bum.

"Stop staring at my ass, Harry Edward." You say in a scolding tone.

"You stare at my ass everyday and I don't complain!" He huffs. "Can you come here, please baby?" He said once you finally turn around, the marker in your hands and Harry opening his arms with grabby hands.

"You're such a pain in the ass." you tease but still plopping down on his chest as he circles his arms around your waist.

"No, I'm not. You love me the mostest." He scrunches his nose when you start peppering kisses around his face.

"I do love you the mostest..." You grab his hand pulling it to his chest to come in between you and nuzzle your face to his large hand.

Harry only smiles, running his fingers through your hair as the both of you lay on the floor. But that was when he felt a wet substance come in contact with his wrist. "Y/N!" He shrieks, immediately scrambling away from you.

You teasingly laugh evilly, as "Y/N is better than Harry." with pink marker was written on his wrist.

"You little—" Before you know it the marker was snatched away from your hands and now he starts scribbling something on your wrist as well.

"Harry!" Your jaw drops as he does the same thing to you. There on your hand was "Y/N loves Harry." was written but with hearts around it.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked to see Harry come out the stage with the little phrase written on his wrist.

And not only that.

No one expected you to come.

Yes, you've come to all of Harry's show but you never wanted to be seen so you always stayed backstage or at a VIP section where no one could see you.

So, it was a shock to Harry and the world to see you come out of your little cave and be next to Lizzo. Well, 'next' wasn't really the right word since you were quite literally grinding each other's bodies together.

Your outfit also caught the attention of many fans. Your "Hizzo" T-shirt that matched with Lizzo along with some bell bottoms and dark purple chunky boots made it a lot harder to jump around without you almost breaking your feet or flashing everyone since your shirt was cropped. To the point where your bra was seen.

You may have flashed an entire arena and you wouldn't know. But that's the fun of Harry's concert, right?

Everything was having fun, with you literally throwing yourself at BTS while Harry prances around the stage.

"I've had a few got drunk on— Ow!" he groans slipping due to the water and falls down. "Physically, I'm fine.... Emotionally I'm bruised." he murmurs to the microphone making the crowd howl with laughter as he throws his head back in exaggeration.

He stands up, skipping back to the mic stand and holding to it with a shy smile. "Sorry about that, 'M girlfriend is here today and I'm trying to impress her."

The word 'girlfriend' was enough for the entire arena to scream and cheer. Words like; "HOLY FUCK!" or "FUCKING KILL ME PLEASE" or simply just "AHHHHHHHH" appeared making you cackle along with Lizzo.

Harry smirks at the commotion he made and looks up to your seat— making sure to hold your eye contact and give you a cheeky little wink.

"Unbelievable." you shake your head teasingly at him.

"Only for you." he mouths back with his dimple popping.

"Alright this is Medicine everyone!" He chuckles.

~

"I'm still tongue-tied," He dances his way to your section of seats and throws you the sunflower but not before pressing a little kiss to one of the petal. You caught it in your hands smiling bashfully at him before pressing your palm to where your heart was and mouthing 'I love you' to him. "My sunflower, sunflower." He softly smiled at himself, left speechless.

At that moment it wasn't Harry and an arena full of people, no. It was just him and his Y/N.

~

After the show ended with everyone in puddles of tears, Lizzo invites you and Harry to her house as well as SZA and BTS.

You were all cramped up in the range rover with Lizzo and SZA at the front and you were sitting on Harry's lap as Jimin was sat on top of V and Jungkook and J-Hope was in the middle controlling the AUX.

You were all belting to Adele except for Harry as he was asleep on your shoulder with his arms around your waist and mouth ajar.

After a while all of you fell asleep and so Lizzo took the opportunity to take the picture of all of you and posted it to Instagram.

The next day the picture of you on Harry's lap and his arms around you while you hug his bicep to your chest and the little notes in your wrists has been the talk of the world making you snicker.

"H, look at this." You show him the posts under the hashtag making him shrug.

"I could literally post a video of me breathing and they'd think it's hot." He teasingly sighs exasperatedly, clasping his hands around your waist— pulling you towards him where he was sat on top of the kitchen island.

"Don't act like you hate it." You roll your eyes petting his cheek as he almost purring at the warmness of your hands.

"You're right, I don't." He opens his eyes to make eye contact with you, "But you know what else I like?"

"What?" You say mindlessly massaging the nape of his neck.

"You.”