#we're married fyi

[cloudstrky]

he looks so gooood 🙇‍♀️

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The honey to my moon 🌬

Husband!Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader

《A/N》: I'm back babyyyyyyy. Sort of. I don't know, we'll see. This is inspired by 'Alrighty Aphrodite' by Peach Pit so take a listen if you feel like it!! FYI this can be read for ANY Leon (like most of my Leon fics) I just use RE4R Leon in the banner bc of favoritism <3

~Fi 🐝

(Pssst, my requests are open!)

《Content》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, cockwarming, creampie (don't do that) consensual groping. Very, very sweet, of course! Lotsa domestic moments with Leon, basically a collection of cute moments I think would happen on your Honeymoon <3

Reader is implied to be chubby/ has stretch marks and tummy fat bc who doesn't???? (I still love you if you don't)

《Word count》: 3.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The, not quite shrill, yet still very annoying sound of your alarm ripped you out of your pleasant dreams. With a soft groan you stirred in the arms of your husband, which you were comfortably pressed against.

After a quick rub of your eyes, a smile formed on your lips as you remembered what day it was.

You turned to face Leon, admiring his peaceful expression for just a moment before you couldn't resist the twitching urge in your fingertips anymore and you gently ran them down the bridge of his nose and over his cheek.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his nose scrunched up at the tickling sensation on his skin.

"Happy one week of being married, baby." You whispered softly, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone.

A dopey grin tugged at his lips, and he pulled you even closer to him with a soft hum. His lips found yours in a clumsy attempt at a good morning kiss.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife..." he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle and melt into his embrace at the same time.

"Can you believe it's been a week already?" You were cut off by yawn that decided to rudely interrupt your sentence.

"No... feels like I just fell in love with you yesterday." He let out a soft breath as his eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, letting his touch linger as he slipped into a moment of comfort and love.

You sighed against his skin, feeling sleep still deep in your bones, but both knew you'd have to leave your shared cocoon of affection sooner than you wanted to.

"We have to get up... we'll miss our flight.." You slurred, fighting the heavy drooping of your eyelids from the warmth that Leon enveloped you in.

He grumbled softly under his breath, something about 'ungodly early flights', which made you crack a grin.

"Alright, up we go.." he groaned, heaving his body into an upright position, with you still securely in his arms, rubbing a hand over his face to get rid of the tiredness that remained in his muscles. With a peck to your nose, Leon stood from the bed, stretching his arms and neck with a yawn.

You crawled up onto your knees, your arms comfortably fitting around the curve of his neck and shoulders as you let your lips find his again in a tender kiss.

"Good morning, my handsome, handsome husband.." You purred, making Leon chuckle.

"Are you copying me, sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk as his hands migrated down to your waist.

"It's the highest form of flattery, don't you know?" You replied with a wicked grin, feeling his fingers dig just a little tighter into the flesh of your waist.

"Yeah, yeah.." he playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled, getting out of bed.

"Come on, we're on a time crunch." You let your hand slip from the embrace of his as you made your way to the bathroom.

He quietly followed you, landing a gentle slap on your ass. You yelped at the impact, jumping forward before turning around with angrily scrunched brows.

"Hey!" You pouted, rubbing the faint red mark on your skin.

"Just crunching time, babe." He shrugged with a cokcy smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and huffed some words under your breath, making him snicker.

"Actually, let me help you in there." He declared, reaching you in a few strides and pushing you into the bathroom.

"What- I don't need help brushing my teeth!" You argued, trying to push back against him.

"Who said anything about brushing teeth, huh, honey?" He whispered into your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"Leon-"

"Whaddaya say we get this Honeymoon started early?" He said against the skin of your neck, trailing soft kisses along the column of your throat.

"No, no, no, we have a flight to catch!" You said sternly, clinging onto the doorframe.

"Oh, come on, baby.. you know how fast I can make you fall apart.." he breathed into your ear, slipping his hands underneath your shirt.

Leon tugged at your middle, firmly enough to make you struggle but leaving enough room if you wanted to back out. With the feeling of his hands on your skin and his breath ghosting deliciously over your neck, you relented, letting your grip on the doorframe loosen.

You gently slipped past the door with him and let out a soft sigh as his lips met your neck once again as the door of the bathroom fell shut.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

With packed bags, an excited attitude about going on your Honeymoon and a couple of new love bites just below the collar of your shirt, you were off to the airport.

You yawned as you watched the few city lights pass by, the streets empty. No surprise, really.

No person would willingly be up and about at this hours, except a few joggers (who were clearly insane) and the poor souls who'd just finished the night shift.

Leon's hand envolped yours tightly, keeping hold of it while the other one was loosely wrapped around the steering wheel, as you sped down the highway.

"Don't rip my head off, but.." he broke the silence, making you turn attention away from the lights flashing past the window, "you've got all the papers 'n documents and whatever we need, right?" Leon asked, slightly chewing on his lip.

You would never let him live it down if you forget your tickets and other papers just because of the desperate morning romp that had occurred because of his neediness. You would curse him to the sun if you'd had to cancel your Honeymoon purely because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

You chuckled and whipped out a clear folder with a plethora of printed e-mails, copies over copies of important information, and so on.

"Being overly prepared runs in the family." You chirped, waving around the, surprisingly thick, folder. Leon visibly relaxed, a dopey smile gracing his face.

"So that's why the printer ran out of ink." He mused, glancing your way. You shrugged with a mischievous glint in your eyes and Leon chuckled, pulling you into his side to press a kiss to your cheek before going back to driving down the seemingly endless roads to the airport.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"Airport coffee is truly something... special." Leon forced out, clearing his throat and disapprovingly eyeing the dark liquid in his paper cup.

"That's why you get the good stuff." You sipped your hot chocolate smugly, watching as Leon cracked a grin and pulled you into his side.

"Can I have a sip?" He asked sweetly, nosing your hair. You wordlessly handed him the cup as your head went to rest on his shoulder.

"I'll always share with you." A small smile sat on your lips as you quietly told him.

Leon raised a brow at you with the faintest hint of a smirk.

"I know for a fact, that's not true."

"Oh piss off." You grumbled, breaking into a smile.

"Tell that to the cookies you didn't share. Or the leftover Pizza. And the-"

"Okay, okay! Point is, I'm sharing now." You huffed, making Leon grin.

"Thank you, angel." He hummed, placing a kiss to your hairline.

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You let yourself fall onto the bed with a thump, sighing in relief at the soft mattress beneath you.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a nap." You said, a little mumbled. The bed shook as Leon dropped down next to you, immediately reaching for your hand.

"A nap sounds nice." He sighed, eyes falling shut. You laid in silence and soft breaths for a moment, already starting to doze off. "We could nap by the pool." He suggested, turning on his side to face you. You rolled over in a similar fashion.

"That's just your excuse to see me in a bathing suit and lather me in suncreen." You snorted, poking his chest. He cracked a smug grin.

"Would that be such a crime? A husband wanting to see his gorgeous wife in a bathing suit?" He defended with a smirk, cupping the back of your neck and gently stroking his thumb along your jaw.

"We could get lunch and maybe some drinks..." You thought out loud, weighing your options. You'd either get a good nap and be hungry when you wake up, or you could get a descent snooze plus some lunch, maybe a cocktail and a shirtless Leon.

"Alright, the pool it is." You declared, watching as Leon almost jumped off the bed with excitment.

You both packed a little bag with the essentials; sunscreen, sunglasses, a book, and whatever else you thought you'd need.

Leon was in the bathroom, making a suspicious amount of clattering noises, when he peaked his head out the door.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you wear the blue one? Please?" He asked bashfully, a pinkish tint on his cheeks.

Your expression softened, and your heart melted.

It amazed you how he could straight up ask you to fuck you before your flight, but asking you to wear his favorite bathing suit of yours was flustering him.

"Of course, honey."

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"... Lee."

"Hm?"

"My ass does not need any more sunscreen."

"Just don't want you to get burned." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder while shamelessly massaging sunscreen into the fat of your rear.

"Leon Kennedy, get your hands off my behind before I beat yours!" You scolded, swatting his hands away.

He grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender.

"You can feel me up all you want in private, baby, but not in public."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just doing my husbandly duties and making sure you weren't gonna like a tomato."

"... you're lucky I love you." You narrowed your eyes at him, huffing when he blew you a kiss.

"I love you, angel." He said softly, retreating to his own sun chair.

"I love you too, you cute idiot."

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Your wine glasses clinged together as you sat on the cold stone of your balcony, huddle together with blankets and pillows.

It was a clear night, and a few stars decided to show themselves. It wasn't necessarily cold, but the breeze that passed by did make it a little chilly.

There was the crunching of snacks and the chatter and laughter between bites as you watched the stars and the moon illuminate the vast property of the Hotel.

Other couples might've chosen to fancy up and go out for dinner but Leon and you had chosen to do what you did best; not fit in the box.

Instead of eating way too small portions for an outrageous price while pretending that you felt comfortable in such a posh setting and simultaneously being defeated by the ridiculous amounts of forks beside your plate, you had a cozy evening with the love of your life.

You did splurge on the bottle of wine, but it was your Honeymoon, after all.

The gentle gusts of wind coming up from the coast left goosebumps on your skin and a salty taste on your lips.

"Today was really nice.." You spoke quietly, enjoying the peace of the moment.

"Yeah, I think so, too. Can't wait to spend the next two weeks with you like this." Leon replied in a soft and loving tone that almost fell into a whisper. Your head rested on his shoulder, like it usually did, your hand reaching for his.

The cold metal of his ring sent a pleasant shiver up your spine as you entangled your fingers and curled closer into him.

Leon happily obliged your silent plea for closeness and wrapped you in his arms.

"I know that I won't be able to ever put into words how much I love you, so I want you to know that deeply cherish every moment with you." You looked up at him, and his features softened as he gently held your face.

"I know you do. I can... I can feel it. Is that weird? I just sort of feel the love radiating off of you all the time. I hope you feel that when you're with me as well."

You looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky himself, the same ones you were admiring, and everything in him just melted.

"I do feel it. Not only are you my husband, but you're my best friend too. Two-in- one." You smiled sweetly, scooching further up in his hold just to be that little bit closer.

"I'm so glad that I married you." He whispered, firmly pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

You'd never get bored of the feeling when he kissed you, the love and tenderness pouring from it. But there was a slight ache in your heart that you'd never be able to kiss him enough to quench the raging flames inside your chest.

You pulled away for a breath, with puffy lips and shimmering eyes that showed Leon just how much you truly cared for him.

"That makes two."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The softness of the bedsheets on his fingertips made Leon brows furrow. He was expecting a different softness; you.

Laying majestically next to him, bathed in the morning sun that poured in, even through the curtains. He lifted his head off the pillow with a disgruntled sound, blinking away the sleep in his eyes to look for you.

There were trickles and splashes of water that gently broke through the comfortably silent atmosphere. There was a slight breeze coming from the open balcony door, making the curtains sway.

Leon made his way to the terrace and, good heavens, the sight before him was enough to make him lightheaded.

You were perched on the edge of the small stone pool that you were extremely excited about ever since you laid eyes on it, skin glistening from the water with your hair intricately stuck to your back.

That would've been enough to make all the blood from Leon's cheeks to rush down south, making his boxers feel tight, but that wasn't all. There were bubbles.

Soft, foamy suds that clung to your hips and the curve of your waist, truly making you look divine with the morning sun shining down on you. Your legs were swishing in the water, taking in the peaceful morning while everyone else was far off in their dreams.

Leon's mouth hung open slightly, and it took every ounce of power in him to stop himself from drooling, but he didn't waste any time sliding the door open further to get through.

The noise made you look back over your shoulder with a soft smile when you saw him striding towards you.

Strong and familiar arms wrapped themselves around you, trying to discreetly feel you up.

"Good morning, honey." You spoke gently, stroking over his forearms that were tightly situated around your middle.

"Absolutely great morning if you ask me." He chuckled lowly, though not failing to press a kiss to your lips with such affection it almost covered any seductive intent behind his words.

"Christ, baby, you look heavenly..." he breathed against your ear, sliding his hands towards your hips to knead at the plush flesh and feel the shimmering grooves of stretch marks beneath his fingertips.

"Thought I'd wake you up with a little surprise for being the best husband a girl could ask for." You replied sweetly, trying to play innocent as if his calloused hands on your wet skin didn't ignite an inferno deep in your gut.

He let out an amused chuckle, slyly moving one hand to the pudge of your belly and the other kneading one of your soft tits.

With a soft sigh, you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

"You look like Aphrodite emerging from the sea foam, do you know that?" He asked gently, making your head spin with the way he was so easily drowning your mind in both lust and affection.

You chuckled, turning on your knees to face him.

"Well, then... will you do me the honors and be my Ares?" You purred, trailing your hand down his chest all the way to his cock straining in his boxers, cupping the member and squeezing gently.

A groan ripped from his throat and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

"Whatever you wish, my love." He whispered, guiding you back into the natural stone pool, watching with a ravenous gaze.

His underwear was quickly discarded, and he joined you in the water, backing you up against one of the rounded walls.

One hand on your waist, the other carefully placed on the back of your neck to cushion the hard edge of the stone

. His lips found yours in a loving manner, quite the opposite to his lusting eyes that raked over your naked form, but as much as Leon wanted to devour you, he wanted love you.

He reveled in his love for you. All he needed was to be close to you, as close as reality would allow and if that entailed him buried to the hilt inside your delightful cunt he wasn't one to complain.

Your bodies were pressed together, your tits squished up against his chest, and his dick laying heavy between your thighs. Your lips and tongues danced together like they had done so many times before, eliciting the occasional soft groan or sigh from you and Leon.

The bubbles littered on the water surface stuck to his broad back as you ran your fingers down the length of his spine.

"Can I, sweetheart?" He asked breathlessly, staring at your blown out pupils and puffy lips.

"Mhm, yes, please... need to be closer.." You responded equally as breathless before fiercely capturing his addicting lips once again.

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and with a shuddering breath he pushed past your lips and slid snuggly inside of you.

"F-Fuck... my perfect girl... God, I love you so much.." he groaned as quietly as he could, feeling a shiver run through him at the warm embrace of your gummy walls.

He quickly muffled himself by gently biting down on your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you held him tighter, suppressing any sounds you might've made. Leon slowly rocked his hips into yours.

They weren't full thrusts, but they didn't need to be. This wasn't about an earthshattering orgasm that would knock the wind from your lungs, it was about feeling close and loved and his lazy and sloppy movements into your pussy did just that, with an added bit of pleasure.

Leon continued to rock his hips, dragging his heavy cock against your insides just right.

His pelvis hit your clit perfectly with each sloppy thrust, his happy trail adding to the euphoric sensation.

You were seeing stars by now.

Both of you were still sleepy and sensitive from waking up recently so you were at the brink of your edge already.

"Le-Leon.." You managed to get out between quiet moans that you were trying your best at biting back.

The sloshing of the water and his heavy pants were the only things in your mind as you felt the tight coil in your belly snap.

"Love you, I love you..." he slurred as he, too, reached his end. He came inside of you, pulsing against your insides.

The squeal that you felt bubbling in your throat was quickly swallowed by a hungry kiss from Leon.

He supported himself against the stone, catching his breath before he maneuvered the two of you around so you were straddling him, still nice and full.

"I love you so much, Lee." You hummed, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind if everyday started like this." He smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple when you lazily slapped his arm.

"Mhm, wanna crawl inside your ribcage and live next to your heart.." you mumbled, tuckered out.

He chuckled and gently stroked your back.

"If anyone else said that to me I'd be concerned."

"You put a ring on it." You argued, pulling your hand from the water and holding it up to him.

"Hm, that I did." He hummed, gently taking your hand and kissing your ring.

"And I'd do it all over again."

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I hope you enjoyed <3

(Yes, I'm aware of the bad and weird things that happen between Aphro and Ares, [poor] Hepheastus, man.] Just let me have this okay)

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aaaaaand we're back everyone with some more aventurine bots ~ (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) here's the first list of aventurine bots i made public a while back !!

fyi . . . i have a bot request form you guys can send requests to !! updates are slow, i apologize (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) but i'll try my best to get through them, and i will only do requests that fall within my comfort zone !!

AVENTURINE OF STRATAGEMS

“go ahead... use me as you wish.”

ᯓ★ what about him ... ?

your best friend and close partner at work, aventurine, attends your wedding; all smiles as he sees you beaming and gleeful, happy that he attended and came to see you on your happiest day. as much as he loves seeing you all delightful and in pure bliss... he also wishes, deep down inside, that he beat your fiancé to it. that maybe... maybe he never should've hesitated. and maybe... maybe he could've been the man marrying you tonight.

ᯓ★ a duet with him.

(band au !!)

your band's guitarist is very talented, attracting a lot of attention for your band with his skills on the guitar and his beautiful features... but maybe you should give him a shot at being your backing vocalist? aventurine is quite a good singer, and very enthusiastic about having a duet with you tonight, so... why not?

ᯓ★ he becomes ... a cat cake.

the moment aventurine opens his eyes again disorients him, he's still donning on his fedora with the flamboyant peacock feather and those rose tinted glasses of his... but why did his office get bigger? he tries to seek out your assistance in turning him back into a human, only... for you to be completely oblivious to this cute little cat cake being him.

[avengerphobic]

did the avengers even do anything about orchis? they were killing mutants but the avengers don't even give a shit

🏃🏿‍♂️3dmanofficial Follow

am i joke to you

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🏺greencianurn 🔁 pro-bono-boner

☢️chulkstan Follow

FYI Amadeus is really uncomfortable with yall writing amadeus/herc fics. Cut that shit out

🏺greencianurn Follow

lmao im not gonna stop #why is he even searching it up

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❄️lunasnowed Follow

i cant believe people are still circulating those pictures of brawn and luna kissing #i dont get why people ship them #luna just seems so much like a lesbian #honestly could have been a publicity stunt

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🕷️spidermarvel 🔁 tony-fucked-that-old-man

anonymous asked: I write fanfic of my friends (we're superheroes). Anyway i found my friends fanfiction of us and confronted him about it, and he said it was weird that I was reading fanfiction about us. And i was like well its weird that you're writing fanfiction about us. he called me a hypocrite. And I got mad and yelled at him and told him I didn't like that he wrote fanfiction where we got together and that it was even weirder that he wrote it so that it was a love triangle with our other friend. He's not speaking to me rn. I feel bad because it is hypocritical of me to be mad. But I feel like writing self-ship is different than shipping your friends. idk....

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#did msmarvel send this in lol

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⚔️blackknightofficial

actually really hurt that theres hardly any rpf of me #there should at least be a couple of fics of me getting down and dirty during the crusades

🤖robotomato 🔁 cap4cap

🌟cap4cap

people are weird why ship a guy with a dude who tries to kill him like every other week

#dont get the appeal especially when he has a best friend and wife?

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🚀illegalrocketship

I saw one of my mutuals vaguing me for shipping dr doom and reed richards. Girl have you seen the way victor looks at him? I have eyes and a heart #villian/hero antis are such losers

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🌟cap4cap

I DO NOT SHIP SAM WILSON AND STEVE ROGERS I SHIP MONICA RAMBEAU/STEVE ROGERS...... STEVE ROGERS IS NOT GAY #can you people leave me aloneeeee #ive been shipping captain marvel and captain America since before most of yall have been alive

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☄️mutantmeanace Follow

so we're all in agreement that professor x and magneto fucked right

🪅yougottapinata Follow

dont be fucking weird magneto dropped a car through my house??

👨🏻‍🦲mrcleansgaybrother

yeah and he fucked professor x

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🇨🇦 alphadflight 🔁 northstarofficial

anonymous asked: Is it okay to ship you with Iceman even though you're married

💫northstarofficial Follow

Uh, so I'm not the superhero Northstar. I am a roleplay account for the North Star. Like in the Sky. But Sure you can ship me with Iceman #adjalkfjaajkfd

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anonymous asked: Not you shipping Bucky and Steve Rogers even tho steve met bucky when he was literally a child

🦥slothbaby

I DIDNT KNOW 😭 #i should have looked it up i know but it just never occurred to me #because its such a widespread ship

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👨🏻‍🦲mrcleansgaybrother

i want to shine professor x's bald head #id let him run me over with his wheelchair ugh

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🇺🇸 usgaygent

did yall see how sad us agent looked looking at hawkeye in this video. he wants him so bad..... #hawkagent #us agent #hawkeye #clint barton #the way being us agent is a performance for him #and the government doesnt let him act on his feelings #so he just has to burn with desire

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🪩discodomino

why isnt there one million fics about them 😭😭😭 #UGH WHYYYY

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⛈️stormscloud

the way yall ship dazzler with every woman she so much as looks at is so annoying no wonder she's locked in the fucking closet yall wont stop speculating about who she has fucked #i hate rpf fans

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🌞wondermaynnnn

do yall think hank beast and wonder man have explored each others bodies

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[gor3-hound]

88 :3

and fyi everytime you like my posts we get married!

note: i lied about going to sleep, oops :// but i will never stop liking your posts so ig we're wives now :)) i've never written fluff before omg but had to put a lil goofy quote in there >:]

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"Don't panic, but I think we might have accidentally gotten married."

Not the ideal words to be woken up to in the morning when you have a raging hangover. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, your hazy vision slowly focusing on your boyfriend.

"Leon? What the actual fuck are you talking about?" You grumble, burying your face back in the pillow to try and ignore the intrusion of the light in the hotel room.

"Babe! I'm being serious." He replies, tugging the pillow away from you. You huff and sit up, looking over at him. He shoves his left hand in your face, saying "Look!".

Your vision falls on his ring finger, covered by a piece of candy. Your eyes flick to his face, and you blink slowly at him. There's no way he was being serious.

"Lee... that's a ring pop."

"Well, yeah. I'm not that stupid." He says with a pout, letting his hand fall to his side. "I'm just saying, we were pretty drunk last night, and I swear I remember a priest."

"We were hammered. I doubt a priest married us." You say with a laugh, shaking your head at him. "Plus, don't they need like... approval to marry outside a church or something?"

"Hey, well... even if it's not true, we should totally consumate the marriage." He says with a grin, hovering over you in the bed.

You can barely even keep your eyes open, and the thought of that makes you groan. You push at his chest, trying to suppress a smile as he drops to the bed next to you with a soft 'oof'.

"No way, Leon."

"Way!"

[larkral]

OKAY it's late so we're going to be as efficient as humanly possible here. I've spent pretty similar amounts of time this week writing in Finally (already, always) and As yet unnamed Red White and Royal Blue Soulmates BS (BS stands for Brilliant Shit, btw: I am obsessed with my soulmates concept), so you're going to get some of each!

Two mums

(Simon POV. There is no Baz POV in this story, FYI, so it's going to be SImon from here on out)

We don't even have to sneak out. We just take the keys off of the hook next to the front door and walk right out into the night. It's lovely. On our way to the nearest park, we walk past a community building where a choir is rehearsing, and then further into a bike-walkway. It's lined with trees, and when we get to an area where the zigging of a street gives the pathway a deeper tree cover, Baz tells me to wait under a light and walks determinedly into the trees.  I can see him moving in the shadows. Not, you know, perfectly, but if I look into the trees, there's still a bit of light coming through from the other side. If I let my mind wander, I can sometimes see a too-fast movement or a flicker of a shape that I know in my bones is him.  Then there's a long moment of stillness.  I wonder what he's found. 

RWRB Soulmate BS

(Just diving right into the "if I'm writing a soulmate fic, you better believe it's going to go hard in worldbuilding" of it all right off the bat.)

"I'm not an idiot Nora," Alex says exasperatedly. He swears sometimes she says stuff just so he can shout about it. "They rely so heavily on the idea that their empire was ordained by Divine Right because they've been exclusively letting their children marry their 'soulmates' since the beginning of time, and if those children's 'soulmates' happened to help them expand the reach of their power, then that was just God's will." Alex takes a deep breath. "Why would they ever give that up?" Nora sends a half-shrug his way, and June pats his shoulder.  "You'll just have to hold your breath against the hypocrisy, little bro," June says. "Especially because I'm pretty sure Zhara is going to forbid you from more than a polite sip of champagne."  "Don't I motherfucking know it," he says.

Thanks so much for the tags this week @thewholelemon, @that-disabled-princess, @kiwiana-writes, @bookish-bogwitch, @hushed-chorus,

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Since it's the end of the day, I'd like everyone I'm tagging to consider this a prompt to tell me about anything you're doing lately, even if it's completely non-fandom related. <3

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[nellandvoid]

"it is unseen" or whatever the cool kids are saying nowadays

hello everyone sorry for the lack of art my brain isn't cranking it out as fast as it was previously but here have this silley lore + silvia-mabel bonding mini-comic (fyi people who make comics have all my respect this was SO FUCKING HARD for NO REASON and you all make it so easy god bless y'all) as compensation <3 (also yes silley is the silvia stan ship name don't look at me like that)

anyway i wonder why the reason for her divorce is so fuzzy to her... and why that's the part of her divorce that's so fuzzy... hmmmmmm... also mabel is so excited cause silvia is one of those people who doesn't reveal anything about herself unless she absolutely HAS to, so to mabel, her openly offering this up means that silvia trusts her and they've become level 4 besties

making this was very "unstoppable force (all of my lore drops needing to be comics/long-form info drops) vs immoveable object (i have Never done long-form art before nor have i ever finished a long-form project)" for me so while this may be more common (and hopefully look a lot neater in the future those with experience making long-form art stuff please gimme tips peace and love) they will not be as. often. and i will try to figure out how to do short-form lore dumps too lol

transcript below the cut in case any of the font is wonky!

PANEL ONE

Silvia: Ok, that's the sixth time you've sighed in ten minutes. Come on, out with it.

Mabel: It's just... boys, you know?

Silvia: Oh do I.

Mabel: This was supposed to be my chance for magical summer romance, but so far it's just been a summer of stupid magical creeps. And I know it's only been a few weeks, but what if the rest of the summer is like this?

PANEL TWO

Mabel: I'm just tired of boys being stupid, I guess. I dunno.

Mabel: Were boys this stupid when you moved here?

PANEL THREE

Silvia: Boys have always been this stupid, honey. And to be honest, boys that grow up here tend to be stupider than most. I'm one of the lucky ones...

Silvia: ...since the guy I married moved here after he finished growing up.

PANEL FOUR

Mabel: MARRIED?!

Silvia: Do you want me to braid your hair or not?

Mabel: Who cares about my hair? This is way more important!

Silvia: It's really not that big of a deal--

Mabel: Yes it is! You're married! To someone in town! Who is it, tell me everything.

Silvia: I was married. We're not... together. Like that. Anymore.

PANEL FIVE

Mabel: Oh gosh, that's so sad. I'm sorry.

Silvia: Eh, it's been years since we split. The two of us are still good friends, so no harm no foul.

Mabel: So then what happened? Or wait, sorry, I shouldn't ask--

Silvia: It's fine, honey. To be honest...

PANEL SIX

Silvia: ...I think it was a buildup of a lot of things. Small lies and secrets that didn't mix well with big tempers.

Mabel: You think?

Silvia: Yeah. To be honest, I never really thought about the 'why' much after it happened. It's all kinda fuzzy, but...

PANEL SEVEN

Silvia: I don't really remember what the final straw was for me.

PANEL EIGHT

Silvia: I just got tired of not trusting him, and of him not trusting me.

[plurapony]

Talking about @/dissociative_misinfo

So to provide some context, dissociative_misinfo has claimed I spread misinformation on my blog and has furthermore claimed they only post things that are genuinely harmful to r/systemscringe.

I'll start with the misinformation my blog exists as that, a blog on an online social platform. I talk about my lived experience with DID and other commborid disorders, but I never ever claim to be informational - as I am not. Every experience with DID is different and I am still in the very early stages of healing and am still trying to figure out things for myself. I would never ever claim that my content is informative because it is not.

Now diving into r/systemcringe and what he has posted of mine that is supposedly so "harmful"

The beginning of Fictive Fun Zone, a drawing in our sketchbook of fictional introjects drawing their sources.

This is simply inventory art, a fun activity for our fictives that doubles as a way to keep track of everyone. Our fictives do not believe they are their source (though I cannot speak for all such as Mabel and Clementine Rose I don't have any communication with)

A post about how I simply didn't like the term "alter" and was wondering if there was any alternative (I ended up finding internals which I love)

Using internal instead of alter is not anti-recovery as it is simply just a word used in the place of another word that means the same thing. It's called a synonym.

A post where I talked about being autistic and getting a tingle feeling when watching a show right before a new fictive showed up.

This post was mostly a joke. I do get "tingle" feelings sometimes right before fictives show up, but that feeling can also be attributed to an alter liking a character. This was a joke post and in no way implied that autistic people could split "just because they like a character" splits only happen during stressful and/or traumatic events.

In conclusion, I hate to see people online spreading things that just aren't true about me. And though I can react quite badly to being posted (as I do not like any sort of criticism or damage to my character) I'm secure enough in my knowledge of our system and everything we've been through that I know I am not faking.

Also for some reason he seems to think I'm a kid, I'm not I'm 21 just fyi.

Also I'm proud of my fiancee for dming you. She loves me a lot and will go out of her way to help me feel better when I'm upset because of dumb people online. She's always got my back and that's a beautiful thing. We're getting married in a few weeks.

[mercurytrinemoon]

Yet another Taurus and Scorpio rising uniting: Austin Butler and Kaia Gerber synastry analysis

Today we're going to be looking at the synastry of the "it" Hollywood pair: Austin Butler and Kaia Gerber. Are they truly the perfect match for each other or is this just another couple that looks good on the surface but won't stand the test of time? Let's take a deep dive into their charts and see what's up.

Thank you @miss-lonely-hearts for the suggestion!

As always, let's look at their individual charts first.

Austin's chart screams stability to me. He has a slow and steady Taurus rising and a Leo Sun - both fixed signs that are known for their loyalty and devotion. Aside from that beautfiul cazimi Jupiter, he has a stellium in Virgo - a mutable sign that may like to change their mind a bit but still, being an earth sign, it likes a set routine and knows that things require work. It is even more pronounced since both his love planets, which happen to rule his ascendant-descendant axis, are a part of that Virgo stellium. It also falls in the 5th house of romance, which definitely may make him a charmer. This is also probably a reason why he hasn't proposed to his long-term ex Vanessa - a 7th house ruler in the 5th often signifies people who don't marry, for various reasons. This doesn't mean they can't commit though, especially when said ruler is in a relatively stable sign.

What supports this in his chart is Moon in Sagittarius, which, of course can be devoted and loyal, but it still needs a sense of freedom. Sagittarius is also the sign of free thinkers and those who go with their heart and philosophy so it wouldn't surprise me if he was one of the people who thinks marriage is just a paper.

When it comes to Kaia, she shares the same ascendant-descendant axis as Austin, just reversed: she's a Scorpio rising with the ruler Mars in Sagittarius. A fiery ascendant ruler endows her with a bit more spunk. This is even more pronounced by her Venus in Leo. The planet of beauty and romance rules her 7th house of partnerships and is high up in the 10th house - she probably loves to show off her partner and shower them with affection and compliments. A descendant ruler in the 10th house also points to a partner who is a prominent figure, especially in the flashy Leo. You probably won't see her date "a nobody".

Easy breezy compatibility

Their synastry shows pretty good compatibility, that is because their planets occupy the same signs and elements. There is no single planet that is sticking out from the rest. Their Suns are in a neighbouring signs, which on paper should bring clashes of personalities but they get enormous help from other personal planets: Austin has Sun and Jupiter in Leo, while Kaia has Venus in Leo. On the other hand, she's a Virgo Sun but he has that stellium of planets in the sign. We get a similar thing with his Sagittarius Moon and her Sagittarius Mars. With these two in particual there's somewhat a double whammy since her Moon in Pisces is opposite (very tightly!) his Mars in Virgo. This is the strongest aspect they have between fast-moving planets and it's not one for the faint of heart. Moon-Mars aspects makes your heartbeat go faster but can also potentially make your blood boil if not handled with maturity (also, it's a baby-making aspect fyi). But going back to the previously mentioned aspects, it's important to point out that they are all sign-based. What it means is that, they are very compatible but aren't necessarily very attached to each other. Synastry charts like this often appear between people who are together (and they can be together for a very long time), but they often don't spend much time in each other's company, usually because of busy schedules. For them it would absolutely make sense since they are probably very busy people, especially since Austin's acting career has blossomed.

Generally their synastry looks very upbeat and energetic. The physical chemistry is very much present between them and so is the importance of spending quality time (Virgo influence) and having adventures together (Sagi/Pisces influence).

Okay but what about longevity?

For this we look to Saturn and Jupiter. They both have their Saturns in air signs but those are unfortunately poorly aspected. Her Saturn remains completely unaspected, while his is receiving a trine from her Libra Mercury - this one definitely does support everyday living and cohabiting as well as taking each other seriously. But is this enough?

When it comes to Jupiter, things look a bit better although it's not ideal to see their Jupiter placements are in neighbouring signs as they may not be on the same page when it comes to values and legal issues (and just to give a background, him and Vanessa Hudgens had Jupiter squares, which often points to some obstacles in getting married). Here we have a double whammy of Jupiter opposite Uranus and his Jupiter trining her Mars. Interestingly, the former might suggest unconventional approach to the relationship and ditching tradition. Or, again, some clashes where one wants to legalize the relationship and the other is rebelling againts that. In their case the Jupiterian clashes of priorities and personal beliefs might be the sign of their age difference.

Interestingly, we just had the Jupiter-Uranus conjunction in Taurus - Austin's 1st house and Kaia's 7th house, which makes me wonder what might've happened at that time for them. As the conjunction ties back to the opposition in their synastry chart and symbolises the union between the two, triggering it.

Their 7th house rulers aren't aspecting each other either because again, those are semi-sextiled (his Mars and her Venus). This relationship might continue, especially that it has a lot of energizing and uplifting aspects and having opposite ascendants act like a magnet, so I do see the excitement of a thought of being together, maybe even getting engaged at the whim (or under pressure), but I don't necessarily see them tying the knot after all.

Overall this is a pretty decent synastry for an easy-breezy low-key relationship and it surely makes them look good next to each other. The attraction is there, the level of emotional and physical intimacy is there as well and it may seem all lovey-dovey but their synastry tells me that really sticking through thick and thin would require from them a lot of energy and willpower.

What influences the couple?

Their relationship is marked with Venus cycles. The pair started dating in December of 2021 and if you remember your astro dates, you might recall that it was a period of Venus retrograde in Capricorn. If we want to time their relationship then, we could assume changes between the two (good or bad) might occur late 2025/early 2026 or 2029/2030. Any other period of Venus' retrogradation or Venus-Pluto conjunctions might act as bookmarks in the relationship as well.

I searched for the first reports of them dating and what I've found is that - and this is important - the news popped up when Venus stationed retrograde in a conjunction with Pluto. This is very significant but it raises some of my doubts. This might be an actual astro red flag as Venus-Pluto aspects can be pretty volatile or can uncover some uncomfortable truths. Although, fun thing to point out, you guys probably know that I don't use modern rulership but the interesting thing about it is that Venus and Pluto signify their ascendant/descendant rulers so it's funny to see them coming together during the conjunction of those two planets.

When it comes to transits, at that time Austin went through his exact Jupiter opposition - the great benefic was in the last degrees of Aquarius, aspecting his natal Jupiter and Sun. He was also going through his 7th house profection year, which is very fitting for starting a new relationship. A transit like this surely is significant and marked with beneficial and expansive power of Jupiter (the transit surely did help him with expanding his acting career).

Kaia also had some Jupiterian themes going on at that time as she went through a Cancer profection year and Cancer is where her natal Jupiter resides. Interestingly, in December 2021 her Venus received not only a direct opposition from Saturn but also a square from Uranus. As far as Saturn, even in harsh aspects, can sometimes solidify things, being influenced by Uranus makes me raise my brows. Relationships that start during Uranus transits often either don't last too long or are in some way unconventional so I do wonder how things will progress for them.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book1, Chapter 16

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Our flashback is a bit.. Uhum. Steamy again but not much of a flashback this chapter. AN: Good Day, ladies, gents, sporks and forks. Everyone have a good easter that celebrates? Good! Good! Very good. Well, class- we're spending this chapter with Tom, isn't that wonderful? I know y'all have missed him.

PS- You have @evedia to thank for the bonus chapter this week. I'm an attention whore and they asked for it. Not always a guaranteed success, fyi. ~~~~~<3<3

It was finally Friday. Tom swore he would be back today and Mia was excited for it. He had kept his word, so far at least. He had called every night, sometimes early enough that he was able to read Sally a bedtime story. 

She could see it, what their marriage could be like, if she closed her eyes and just trusted. It was just the shape of it, a vague outline waiting to be fleshed out by time and emotions. It was there though and being able to see that gave her hope. 

The hope terrified her but maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk?

She had moved her shifts around, calling in favors long owed to pull it off but she had the night off along with Saturday. It would have been nice to swing Sunday too but she didn’t really have any paid time off to spare for it. It was better than nothing though. 

The past few days, when Sally was asleep or playing, Mia had her spent her time watching interviews and press events. Unexpected jealousy clawed at her as she watched him charm and flirt with interviewers but with each video, she learned more about the man she was married to.

Constantly she reminded herself of what he had told her- the man he shows press and the world isn’t exactly the same as the man he is in private. There were small inklings of that difference that she could find. 

The man she had gotten to know had a quieter edge to him. He was charming and eager to smile but would be perfectly fine spending an evening sitting, long legs stretched out while reading a book with the lights down low. 

While she had known he was an actor, she hadn’t really a grasp of the kind of training he had undergone. 

He wasn’t Hollywood. He wasn’t a few lucky breaks out of running hot dishes out from a kitchen and hoping the right person saw him- or whatever the aspiring male actor equivalent was. Or was it the same? He was an actor by training and trade, educated and refined. 

Six hours until she had to head to the airport. Nine hours until she was face to face with Tom again. What would being reunited with her husband be like? 

~~~~~<3

Tom was exhausted. It was three in the morning on Friday and he was eager to get out of New York City. Usually, he would enjoy his time in the city but he had more important things he needed to be doing, more important places he needed to be. 

He had called his mother a few days prior. It was something he knew he should have done sooner but he wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to tell her. Then she found out thanks to a tabloid and it became something he couldn’t put off any more. 

Damned gossip rags. 

Understandably, she was hurt by missing his wedding and the idea that he had hidden a whole relationship from her. It was a momentary relief when he told her that he hadn’t hidden any relationship from her for about five seconds before the meaning hit. 

Finding out your son got sloshed while wallowing in self pity and married a total stranger wasn’t exactly news that would make any mother proud. It was a story that was hard to swallow. She had believed her son to be better than that and, if he was honest, Tom had believed himself to be better than that too. Just as Tom had thought though, she appreciated his dedication to giving the marriage a fair chance. 

They had talked for over an hour, catching up. She was eager to learn everything Tom could share about his bride, limited though the information was. It wasn’t enough to paint a true picture of how wonderful Mia was and that frustrated him to an extent. It also renewed his desire to learn even more.

He knew she hadn’t attended any higher education but why not? She was raised in Las Vegas, born in Nevada but why was she still living there? Had she not wanted to move or was it out of her power? Had she not wanted to further her education or was it a access issue?

There was so much still to learn. He wouldn’t let her slip out of his mind again. She wouldn’t be a family he kept on the back burner. There were countless things he didn’t know he didn’t know about her and her life. 

That’s why he moved his flight up, taking the earliest flight he could. He had always enjoyed the promotions and engagements that came with his high profile projects but this time he was eager to be done. He wanted to return to the shadows of normalcy. He wanted to return to her. 

~~~~<3

Tom propped a little New York stuffed bear on top of his carry on. It didn’t quite fit but he didn’t think anyone would call him on it. There was a benefit to being at the airport at four in the morning- there were less eyes on him. The less eyes, the less pictures and the less questions. 

He had been careful so far not to mention Sally when talking to damn near anyone other than his own mother. Children were so delicate and the media was unforgiving at best, brutal at worst. There wasn’t much he could do to protect Mia in the grand scheme of things but he wouldn’t be the first to insist on privacy for a child. He hoped he would be able to do the same for Sally.

In hindsight, doing something as careless as going to the playground as a family was risky. But what was done, was done. It seemed, at least for now, that he had gotten off lucky.

He hadn’t been able to escape being noticed in the airport. It wasn’t terribly surprising considering his presence in the city wasn’t unknown. Still, it frequently felt like an invasion of privacy when fans would ask about the stuffed animal on his bag or about his wife while he was simply trying to get back to her. 

Most wished him the best and congratulated him but still, it wasn’t uncommon for them to ask questions that he would not answer. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. 

~~~~~<3

With how much he traveled, he should have been able to sleep on flights better than he did that morning. He dozed some but a nap was going to be greatly needed. At least he would be gaining three more hours to the day with the magic of time zones. 

Would it be selfish to hope to use part of that gained time for an afternoon nap? Tom wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he was run ragged and tired. It was hard to be as kind to those who recognized him as he wanted to be. 

~~~~~<3

Airport flowers didn’t look as great as they did in movies. That surprised Tom, as he stood in front of the display. It wasn’t a thing he had ever gave any thought to before. After spending far too long, he decided airport flowers were a bit of movie magic. 

He would have to stop by a florist on his way home. 

Home. 

What a thought that was? He had a home in America. It wasn’t anywhere convenient for most of his work considering his contract with Marvel but it was a home. The idea of managing two homes could quickly become overwhelming but for now, it was what was right. 

Would she be alright with him considering the apartment his home too? It was probably something he would need to ask her but how do you go about asking your wife if her home is yours?

~~~~~<3

Sitting in the Lyft, he was mildly annoyed to have been instantly recognized by the driver. He had a large vase of flowers held tightly between his knees as the man chattered on about Loki. It was a topic he typically would enjoy but now, the only thing he wanted was to lean his head back and try to snag some sleep.

It amazed him at how people had latched onto the villain he had played. Tom himself was rather fond of the character and his countless Shakespearean callbacks. 

But it worried him just the same, the driver taking him home knew his passenger was Loki. 

Tom had the driver drop him off st the gate rather than going any further. The last thing he needed was the exact area in the sprawling complex that was theirs to be identified so soon. 

Hopefully in a few weeks or so, interest would die down. There would be a lull in activity now that the press was done. It would be calm until convention time at least. 

What did that calmness look like though? how much of that time would be spent here in the States? His mind swirled with the questions around the simple logistics. They had so man logistics that they needed to figure out and this was just one small part of it. 

He had a few weeks to figure this out. A marriage crash course, if you will. Should they enlist a marriage counselor to help? Or was that not something they did? 

He realized he was standing in front of the apartment door, vase in hand with a start. When had he gotten there? He had been walking through a sea of his own thoughts that he hardly remembered entering the gate. The flowers still looked good and though the vase was slightly damp from spillage, he had managed to keep the flowers upright while walking. 

He was nervous to knock on the door. Should he knock or walk right in? He had the code and it was his name on the lease along with her. It was just as much his home as her’s, right? But what if she didn’t consider it that way?

Would she be happy he came earlier? It had sounded like she had been disappointed that his return had been delayed during their first phone call but could that have just been because he didn’t tell her? Was it silly to be worrying about this when they had spent the days sense talking fairly regularly? 

Probably.

That didn’t stop him from standing outside the door to the apartment he had paid for as adrenalin flooded his system though. He had missed her, missed them both more than he had expected. The few days they had spent together, while high stress due to the logistics of the situation and trying to convince her to give it a chance, was a reprieve he had enjoyed. 

“Oh come on, stop being a pansy.” Tom whispered under his breath, gathering his nerve and ringing the doorbell.

~~~~~<3

The sound of the doorbell pulled her away from the mixing bowl. Hopefully it wouldn’t wake Sally- it was getting later in the morning and she’d be waking up any time now but there was something oh so peaceful about the time before the chaos of a child waking. 

Mia hadn’t been expecting anyone. There was nothing she was waiting to be delivered. There wasn’t any reason she could think of that someone would be at her door. 

Looking through the peep hole, all she could see was flowers. Every true crime documentary and horror movie flashed through her mind with how the flowers prevented her from seeing anything else. The thoughts were quickly pushed aside though. It was a gaited community with a locked building entry door as well. The odds of someone coming to murder her was in the basement. 

“Hello?” The door opened to revel a man standing holding a far too large vase of flowers. “Tom?” She guessed, more based on hope and how tall the figure holding the flowers was than anything else.

“Surprise?” He smiled at her sheepishly as he waited for her reaction. “These are for you.” 

“You’re early.” Was the first thing to come out of her stunned mouth as he passed the flowers into her hands. Reaching into the apartment, she set them on the end table that had taken residence by the front door. The vase almost fell to the ground until she shoved it further back.

“Is that alright? I wanted to surp-” He was cut off as the air was knocked out of his chest. 

Mia had launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding him firmly. The sudden affection surprised him. Until now, he had been the one initiating every touch carefully, trying to chip through the walls she had surrounded herself with. 

“You came back.” Emotion made her voice thick and his chest muffled it even more. 

“I told you I would.” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and held her just as tightly as she held him. “I’m sorry I was delayed.” 

“I’m sorry,” Mia came back to herself. How silly to just throw herself at him? It had felt good to be held in his arms though. Stepping back, she put some space between them. 

With her hands resting on his chest, she could feel the rapid pounding of his heart. His arms were loosely around her waist until one disappeared. She didn’t notice at first, he had gotten lost in his eyes. 

Those eyes she had seen in countless pictures and videos over the last few days. She had been too timid to notice how beautiful his eyes had been while he had been there. Somehow she had managed to sleep next to him, to talk with him about a future together and never notice the small beauty of his eyes. 

A warm hand rested on her cheek, making her realize he was closer than he had been, the small distance she had created disappearing. She’d been so lost in his eyes she hadn’t noticed him stepping forward or pulling her back to him. 

“I missed you.” His voice was almost lost in a sea of gravel. Then his lips hesitantly touched hers. 

The kiss was soft and sweet. At first, she tensed up at the unexpected action but she melted into it after a moment. Running her hand up his chest and around his shoulder, her fingers found the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Then she was holding him as much as he was holding her. 

~~~~~<3

The dress was hiked high around her thighs as he held her against the wall. She could feel his member straining against his pants as he held her in place largely with his pelvis. 

Warm wet kisses and soft nips worked at her neck and shoulders as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. First one arm, then the other left her and shed the jacket sleeves. It fell to the floor without a care. 

His large hand gripped at her thigh as he yanked at the heels off her feet, throwing them blindly behind him. Then searing hot hands pushed their way up her thighs gripping her hips under the skirt. 

~~~~~<3

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Read Need Your Love Tonight ✈️💙🔥...

It's 1961 and we're headed to Hawaii for the U.S.S. Arizona Benefit Concert! ✈️ This one is an older woman and Elvis, so buckle up, babies! All the pics are from the day/night of the concert, just cuz I know a little visual stimulation never hurts...😏

TW: SEXX, age gap (f > m), period appropriate ageist nonsense, fluff, Elvis in that gold jacket, a little sub!e for funsies

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March 25th, 1961

“Are you sure about this, y/n?” Margie asks you, yet again. She looks at the sign in your hand that you’ve got tucked in by your feet with doubt in her ever-practical brown eyes. “I mean, it’s not too late to just chuck it.”

You laugh, unwilling to let her change your mind. “Oh, come on, Margie! Have a little fun, will ya? It’s not like it really matters. He probably won’t even see it, anyway, so why not?”

“But it’s a little desperate, don’t you think? And it announces to the world that you’re practically a spinster at your age!” she laughs, poking you in your side.

You roll your eyes. “A divorcee is not a spinster, honey. Plus, it gives me character,” you say, fluffing your chic new bob. “Plus, lord knows Elvis Presley has plenty of young admirers. Some of these girls are just babies. They wouldn’t even know what to do with a man like him.” You wink at Margie salaciously.

“Oh, how in the world did I let you talk me into this?” she groans, teasing and giving you a smile that only a best friend could.

It’s not that her words don’t sting just a little though. You certainly hadn’t planned to be 35 years old and recently divorced, or for your husband—ex-husband—to be a giant cliché and leave you for his (much) younger secretary.

That’s why you treated yourself on this trip to Hawaii, using his money and dragged Margie, your life-long best friend, along for the ride. It was a huge bonus when you found out Elvis was going to be performing for the first time since the 50’s and for charity no less. You didn’t mind one bit when springing for the $100 ringside seats for you and Margie. It was a win-win-win situation.

Even though you’d been older than him and his target audience, Elvis intrigued and attracted you from the beginning. The young man with the sleek hair, cutting edge style, and wiggling hips set your heart aflutter even though you were married and, according to your mother, should be “beyond such things.”

Hey, there isn’t any harm in looking, was your thought.

You wiggle your feet under your chair to try and alleviate the numbness in your toes. Perhaps heels hadn’t been the most practical choice for this particular venture, but really all you care about (despite what you told Margie) is Elvis noticing you, even just a little bit. God knows you need this after all you’ve been through. And if that takes wearing a sexy outfit and making a ridiculous sign asking, “Am I too old for you?” in giant, bold letters to get his attention, so be it.

You may be in your mid-thirties and divorced, but you still look decent. And you don’t plan on being single forever. Something in you feels like if you can at least catch the eye of the most famous man on earth, you have a chance at catching another man sooner rather than later.

Your stubborn, fiery nature will come in handy tonight, you just know it will. Even as that too-grown-up shred of doubt telling you this is silly winds through your mind, you still have a good feeling about this.

Sitting through the opening acts, you find yourself wiggling in your seat, filled with an excitement you haven’t felt about anything in a while. The other acts are good—you particularly enjoy that the opening comedienne was a woman—but you are itching to see Elvis. In the flesh.

Finally, after what seems like forever, the main event begins. Your eardrums are blasted out by what must be at least two full minutes of young girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. Rightly so, you think as you watch the tall drink of water that is Elvis Presley strut onto the stage. You are blessing your lucky stars above for the divorce settlement because you are so close, you can see just how deliciously handsome the man is in person.

And, boy, is he.

Even having seen his perfect visage in movies on the big screen truly did not hold a candle to the broad-shouldered man in the glittering gold jacket standing on the stage before you. There is almost an innocence and perhaps even a nervousness in his deep-set dreamy blues. His dark hair is coiffed just perfectly and you watch his leg jiggle as he takes the microphone. A wave of heat rolls over you, flushing you from head to toe, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the temperature in the arena.

There is a boyish playfulness to him you do not expect of the seasoned 26-year-old entertainer. He is indelibly charming and likable, not afraid to laugh at himself or the insanity of the crowd around him, but it’s not in a disparaging way. It’s more like he still can’t quite believe it’s all for him.

The reason he’s always fascinated you becomes obvious now that he’s right in front of you. He is a walking contradiction—delicate feminine features in a sharp masculine package, a deep low drawl coupled with a light warbling tenor. Singing lyrics that make you think the dirtiest things and then he turns around and does a spiritual. You have whiplash in the very best way.

You’re so distracted by his essence and the hypnotizing way he’s working the crowd that you almost forget about your sign. When One Night croons out of him with the promise of his “sweet helping hand,” a fire lights under you and you fumble around at your feet and flip the sign up for him to see.

Come on, come on, come on, you think, tapping your foot. Look over here.

At this point you will accept anything from the singer—a wink would suffice. Anything to let you know that you’re not just a washed-up divorcee who’s too old or ugly to find happiness with anyone else. Even if that happiness is just for one night because of one small moment, it’ll be worth it.

He’s so consumed by the song, his eyes closing and the rhythm pumping through his whole body, that you’re not sure he’ll see you. Your fingers grip the sign anxiously. You’d rather not have to hold it up for the rest of the concert, and you are kicking yourself for not remembering earlier, but you’ll do what you’ll have to do.

The end of the song comes, to which he adds a toe-curling groan, and when he opens his eyes, they land on you. A bolt of lightning strikes inside you, filling your veins with a scorching desire at the way those pretty eyes fall on your sign. You wait with bated breath as he reads each word silently, “Am I too old for you?” He gives you a quick cursory glance and then starts to walk away.

“Thank you,” he says to the crowd as screams fill the arena. The opening chords of Are You Lonesome Tonight start to play.

Fitting song choice, you think a little bitterly. Well, at least he saw me.

You find yourself fighting back tears, the split-second moment feeling anticlimactic and dissatisfying. A bit of a punch to the gut, really. It’s the dismissal that really stings, though your logical brain tells you he’s concentrating on his work and your sign is likely no more than a short distraction.

Suddenly, Elvis stops. He turns back towards you and steps in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat when he points at you. It is as if his finger is connected to you by an invisible string, and you find yourself sitting up taller and leaning forward on the edge of your seat. Then, he tilts the microphone away for a moment, his infamous lip curling up into a delicious boyish smile.

“Never,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes.

There’s about a hundred horses galloping in your chest and you feel like you might melt into the chair or start shrieking like one of the thousands of teenagers behind you. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief. Margie elbows you in the ribs and you blink, and realizing he’s staring, waiting, you smile the biggest smile you’ve ever smiled.

He winks in response and then turns back to the band. You let out a shuddering breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding, dropping the sign on the floor.

“Oh, my god, y/n! He spoke to you! He pointed you out!” Margie whispers excitedly in your ear, bouncing up and down as if she too had been possessed by a teenage girl.

For once in your life, you are speechless and can only nod in her direction, your eyes never leaving Elvis. It’s like you are in his thrall and unable to do anything but focus on his voice and his beautiful face.

Ever the consummate performer, he uses his space well, walking from one end of the stage to the other as he brings the entire arena to quiet with the lullaby-esque ballad. Your frustrated tears from earlier have morphed into tears of overwhelm, of being moved by his voice and the melody. Combined with the lyrics of this particular tune, it feels like he’s somehow seen into your soul and is singing straight to you.

He's in front of you now, and you barely register the fact that he’s bending down, throwing his long legs over the edge of the stage to sit there, as if he weren’t performing for a crowd of 4,000. The girls shriek with even more fervor.

As he begins the spoken part, his legs dangling right there in front of you, he says, “I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight,” staring straight at you once again.

Every nerve in your body is at attention and you know you’ve flushed a shade of cherry red because he smiles knowingly at the effect he’s had on you. He looks away, continuing the rest of the spoken part, and you shiver despite the humid warmth.

Only Margie’s hand clamping over yours reminds you that you are still on earth and that this is indeed all real. And when he looks back at you and says, “I loved you at first glance,” the blood drains from your head straight into your belly and you think you might actually pass out, right there in front of him.

A choked noise escapes your throat and luckily Margie, knowing you as well as she does, starts squeezing your hand with a grip strength you didn’t know was possible from the tiny woman. The pain brings you out of your daze, and you breathe again as he looks away and finishes the song.

It was truly more than you ever could have hoped for and the last three songs of the set fly by. You don’t want it to end, but at least you accomplished what you’d set out to do, which honestly was a little bit of a surprise, despite all your talk at the beginning. For the first time in a long while, you feel a tad bit hopeful about the future. You know it’s probably stupid, this idea that a morsel of attention from Elvis Presley could make you feel valued again, but you feel it all the same. After all, if Elvis thinks your worthy of note, then you must be.

Take that, Mike. You and your secretary can shove it. The thought brings a little smile to your face.

A boisterous version of Hound Dog starts playing and you find yourself grinning from ear to ear, bopping back and forth with Margie. You can’t help but stare at those famous hips as he shakes them oh so perfectly in your direction and are quite mesmerized by them when Margie very pointedly bumps your knee with hers. Looking over, you see a short man in front of you bending towards your ear.

“Hi, Miss, I’m Joe. I work for Elvis, and he would like to see you after the show,” Joe says kindly, presenting it as more of a statement than a question. Your eyebrows shoot up to the sky and you look at him disbelievingly. “You and your friend, of course,” he adds quickly, with a disarming smile.

You shoot Margie a look that you hope conveys the appropriate amount of giddy excitement under the strategically calm look you plaster across your face. It’s one thing to be a mooning schoolgirl with your friend in the audience, but completely different once a very real and unfamiliar young man invites you to meet Elvis Presley.

You give the guy a once over and see the lanyard hanging from his neck that shows that he is indeed working as part of the show, lending some credibility to his request. Margie looks at you with keen eyes, then gives you a shrug of approval before you nod and agree.

“Come with me, ladies, or we’ll be caught in the crowd,” Joe says, ushering you two out of the area before the last song is over. Head spinning, you feel a little regretful that you are missing it, and you are almost out of sight before you realize you’ve left the sign on the floor.

The song and the sign should be the last thing on your mind, but you find your disbelief of the situation feels a little too much to handle as Joe brings you to a black door with a guard standing in front of it. If you had any doubt before, the nod of the guard and the way he instantly opens the door for Joe tells you that this might be real after all.

Margie loops her arm in yours as you step into the dark hallway and Joe leads you away from the stage and the shrieking applause of the arena. By the sound of the immense applause, Elvis’ set is finished and he must be taking his bows.

The butterflies in your stomach make you glad you had only a light dinner as Joe finally opens a door to what you assume is a dressing room. You blink against the light.

“Make yourselves comfortable, ladies. Elvis will be with you shortly,” Joe says before leaving and closing the door behind him.

You break away from Margie, who starts tittering around the room. You are so dazed you barely hear her.

“Are you listening to me, y/n? I cannot believe your silly sign worked! Elvis Presley—the Elvis Presley—wants to see us? I mean, you, really, but hey, I’m glad to be along for the ride! He is awfully handsome, isn’t he?” Margie rambles on.

All you can do is nod while your mind whirls a million miles an hour. Suddenly, all your confidence from before the show disappears and you feel incredibly silly. You’re almost an old woman, for god’s sake. What are you even doing here? What if Elvis comes back, sees how old you really are, and realizes his mistake? Oh, this might be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done, and that’s saying something.

“Oh, no you don’t, missy. Don’t you give up on me now, not when you’re so close to the finish line!” Margie scolds, then puts her arm around you, leading you to the couch. She sits you down and turns your face to hers.

“He’s gonna take one look at me and run for the hills, Marg,” you whimper.

“Stop it—he will do no such thing. And keep your expectations manageable. We’re just meeting him, that’s all. It’s not like you are going to sleep with the man!” she laughs and shakes her head.

You don’t laugh and Margie stops abruptly. “Oh, my lord above, do you want to sleep with him? Do you think he wants to sleep with you?” she asks, lowering her voice to a whisper, her eyes widening.

This time you can’t help but laugh at her. “Okay, first of all, who doesn’t want to sleep with him? Secondly, I have no idea if he wants that. He’s the biggest star in the world, Marg! I don’t know what his expectations are of the women he brings backstage!” you whisper back, looking around as though there might be lackies lurking about listening to you two chirp away.

Margie now looks as nervous as you feel. She starts playing with her wedding ring in a self-soothing motion and you can’t help but fidget with the simple diamond necklace hanging around your neck.

“Look, it’s probably nothing, right? You just caught his eye and he wants to say hi,” she says, trying to be reassuring but it feels anything but.

“Yes, of course…you don’t think he’ll laugh at me, do you? Like he didn’t just bring us back to make fun of me, right?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He doesn’t seem the sort to do that,” she replies, as if she knows the man personally.

Before you can respond, you hear people in the hallway, coming closer by the second. You don’t even have time to look in the mirror because the door opens and the room floods with a loud group of men.

You quickly slide your best confident and nonchalant air over your features, a skill well-practiced from your days going to Mike’s work parties with his insufferable partners and their equally insufferable wives.

The moment Elvis enters the room, the air shifts, as though his essence somehow defies physics and the atoms that make him up are different than the rest of yours. He is glowing, both with sweat and the high of his performance, his gold jacket abandoned to one of his followers along the way. His white ruffled shirt is soaked through with sweat and the sight has you beginning to sweat yourself. It’s as if his pheromones have already sent your hormones into overdrive, and you have the sudden urge to rip that sweaty shirt right off his body.

Instead, you dig your nails into your palm and wait for him to notice you. It takes a moment, what with all the hullabaloo around him. He’s still breathing hard from his performance and laughing with the men. You watch carefully as he pulls off his blue string tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt and rolling his sleeves up his forearms. The scene is so natural and intimately masculine in its way that it sends a shiver down your spine and reminds you that it’s been too long since you’ve had a man if this is all it takes to get you going.

The room suddenly feels very hot and it’s in that moment that Elvis sees you. He gives a low whistle. “Well, if it isn’t the pretty lady with the sign,” he says in his lilting Southern drawl, his eyes never leaving you as he makes his way across the room. Your heart flutters as though a hummingbird is caught in your chest. You stand to greet him.

“Mr. Presley,” you say demurely as he comes to a stop before you and takes your hand in his. The heat from it is blistering on your skin in the best possible way, and when he presses his lips into your fingers without taking those gorgeous blue eyes off you, the zing goes straight into your core.

“Please call me Elvis,” he says in a way that is sweet as pie but with an undercurrent of heat that causes you to blush. “And you are?”

It takes a second for you to remember your own name, and in that short break, Margie jumps up beside you. “She’s y/n, and I’m Margie,” she says, and you hold yourself back from shooting her a scathing look when his eyes shift to her with a kind smile.

A kind smile, but without the same heat, you can’t help but notice.

When he turns back to you and guides you back to the couch, Margie gives you a knowing glance and bites her lips in a smile, obviously trying to hold back a girlish grin.

It doesn’t take long for Elvis to cozy up to you. His arm ends up around the back of the couch and then your shoulders rather quickly, his long fingers drawing soothing circles on your dress. If you were younger and less experienced, this might have been salaciously forward. As it stands, however, sitting here so close to him that you can feel the heat radiate off his sweaty body, it is not even close to enough to satiate you.

Elvis keeps asking you questions, looking at you with endlessly deep blue bedroom eyes framed in long, dark lashes, smudged with remnants of what you assume is eye makeup. You answer his questions, nervous and coy at first, then with increasing candor, because all at once you come to a decision:

You want nothing more than to utterly ruin this boy, despite propriety, despite your reservations and low expectations from earlier. No, judging from the curiously passionate way he keeps looking at you and the increasing tightness in your lower belly, you very much know that you want to take him to bed.

Almost as if he can read your mind, he leans in towards your ear. “Would ya like to come back to my place, darlin’?” he whispers. The hushed, warm cadence of his voice sends tingles sparkling over your body. He’s surprisingly shy about the proposition considering how forward it is, and it’s all you can do to keep from straddling his spread legs right there and then.

Instead, you settle for a nod and a quiet, “I’d like that very much.”

With that, he wastes no time, popping up off the couch and announcing abruptly that it’s time to go. His entourage scrambles to attention, and Margie gives you a quizzical look as Elvis grabs your hand.

You smile at her in the way only a best friend can and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, as though she can’t quite believe your intentions. She’s nervous, you can tell by the way her brow furrows. She begins worrying her lip as the both of you are ushered out and down the dimly lit corridor.

Part of you thinks that perhaps you should be nervous, too. After all, you don’t know Elvis or his people. Yet there is something about him that is utterly disarming—a unique sort of charm perhaps, but it really is more than that. It’s a vulnerability you don’t expect from a man like him. A yearning to connect, maybe.

It’s something that makes him not so different from you.

Before you can really absorb what’s happening, you are whisked into a car with Elvis, Margie, and some of his people, and the lot of you are taken to the Hawaiian Village Hotel. Margie grips one hand while you splay the other on Elvis’ thigh. He lays his larger hand on top and threads his fingers through yours, suggesting a level of intimacy which surprises you. There is a neediness to it, and you have the distinct urge to take care of him in whatever way you can. A knot of warmth grows deep in your belly at the thought.

You feel calmer than you should because, despite his fame, every second you spend with Elvis he becomes less of an untouchable superstar and more of just a man. Even though in any other circumstance you might be afraid being in the company of so many strange men, this feels more like you were meant to be here all along. As if everything in your life has led you to this very night. You are excited, to be sure, but not afraid in the least. In fact, you are feeling more confident than you have in a while, an anticipatory excitement building in you with every passing minute.

Once you get to the hotel, Elvis does not want to let you out of his sight, or even his grasp, which makes it a little hard to convey to Margie all these thoughts of yours. It’s not until you abscond to the bathroom that you are able to get her alone, and even that gains you the cutest little boy pout from the young man who now seemingly has his sights set on only you. You escape only after telling him you must freshen up and give him a long kiss to the cheek, which you notice turns him a little pink.

Margie is beyond hesitant to leave here without you. “Don’t you think you are taking this a little too far, y/n?” she asks you with worry in her eyes.

“Marg, I know what I’m doing, and I’d be crazy not to take this chance. You know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t. And it’s not like I’m some young, innocent thing he’s taking advantage of, am I?” you remind her, checking your makeup and hair in the mirror.

“I guess not. But promise me you’ll be careful! And that you’ll call me. I’ll worry if I don’t hear from you,” she tuts.

“I know and I will. You are the best friend a girl could ask for,” you smile, hugging her.

“I know I am,” she says, nodding, then whispers, “You better be ready to share all the details when you get back. A married woman can still be curious, you know.”

You laugh and say goodbye before Margie announces that she’d like to be taken back to your hotel. A few men hop to and she’s off before you know it.

Once she’s gone, Elvis grabs your hand and pulls you back into his suite of rooms, alone.

“You go on and make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. I just need to take a shower and get all this grime offa me,” he drawls, turning to the ensuite bathroom.

Emboldened by the quiet and the dark, you grab his hand and pull him back to you. Cupping his pretty face, you plant a long, lingering kiss full of promise on his lips. You can feel his surprise, at first, but he quickly relents and wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss. Feeling him pressed against you sends your body into overdrive. Besides an angry and cliché tussle with the mailman after Mike had announced he was leaving, you hadn’t been with anyone in quite a while. That coupled with the raw, magnetic pull that had been growing all night between you and Elvis has your toes curling and your heart racing.

Elvis may be young, but he sure does know how to kiss, you think. His lips are incredibly soft and pliant and gentle, but you can feel his passion brewing just under the surface in the fevered way his hands dig into your back and his cock twitches in his slacks.

Even though you are loathe to do so, you break away first. “You’d better go shower,” you command, smoothing the ruffles on his shirt.

“Y-Yes, m-ma’am,” he manages to choke out, nodding voraciously. With one last peck to your cheek, he absconds quickly, and in his haste leaves the door open a crack. He undresses in what must be record breaking time, which you can hear from how quickly his clothes drop to the floor. Just thinking of him wet and naked mere feet away has slick gathering in your underwear. It takes everything in you to not follow him in.

Yes, you think you just might ruin him tonight, in the best possible way. Honestly, you’re not exactly sure where this self-assurance is coming from, other than the fact that he seems very taken with you and you have nothing to lose. You’re sure he’s quite experienced—there’s no way he wouldn’t be with his age and level of stardom, and while that should give you pause, you still have nearly a decade on the man. While your sex life had dwindled recently, there were plenty of better years when you and Mike went at it like rabbits.

You sit on the edge of the bed, opting not to take of your dress. There’s something about the fact that he will be naked (or nearly so) with you being fully clothed when he walks back in that entices you in such a way that it sends a shiver down your spine. Of course, it would’ve been prudent of you to wear sexier underwear, but you suppose your white lace set will have to do. Plus, you aren’t entirely certain you will be wearing them for long, anyway…

True to your prediction, the shower turns off in record time. You cross your legs and lean back on your hands, casually but expectantly. Elvis is breathless when he flings the door open, as though he just ran a sprint, droplets of water still glistening on his skin. He looks at you with hopeful, needy anticipation.

He's an absolute vision. Never has a man looked so good, you think. God surely spent extra time crafting this one, what with his high cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes and perfect lips. You make no secret of the way you take in his whole body, either, and his lips part and his eyes widen and you can’t tell if he’s maybe a little self-conscious by the way your gaze is raking over him.

You don’t care. The rapid rise and fall of his chest as he watches you tells you he’s enjoying it. His towel is slung low, wrapped and tucked in around his waist. There’s no hiding how his cock is hardening beneath it, the terrycloth twitching and tenting right before your eyes. Between that and the disheveled state of his wet hair, it makes you want to lick him dry in more ways than one.

You uncross your legs slowly and use one finger to beckon him forward in a come-hither action. You’d seen him do the same in one of his movies last year, but my oh my, how the tables have turned. He gulps visibly, his eyes drifting from your legs to your finger and back again, then pads towards you on the plush carpet until he’s standing right before you.

Looking up at him, you bite your lip coquettishly and see his eyes dilate. Your gaze drifts down his chest to his stomach, then follows the little trail of hair that goes from his belly button and disappears beneath the towel. You can’t help pressing your lips right above his navel and you feel him shudder against you, which you take as a sign to keep going. Kissing across his soft but lean stomach, then down that little trail, you open your legs and grab his hips, pulling him forward to you. He trips over his own feet to get there.

When your hands skirt the edge of the towel and begin to pull it open, his hand stops you. You look up at him to find him shaking his head bashfully.

“Y-y-you don’t h-hafta do that, m-ma’am,” he stammers out, belying his nervousness. You can’t seem to piece out why, exactly, because by the quite prominent erection he’s sporting right in front of your face, it’s evident that he’s excited by the notion. Perhaps he’s used to pretty, young things who don’t know what they are doing, or maybe the notorious 50’s rebel is a little old fashioned. But if there’s one thing you became quite skilled at in the last few years (in the failed hopes it might help your marriage), it was how to make a man fall apart in your mouth. You’d even developed quite the taste for it.

And something about the way he is calling you ���ma’am” in his delightful and polite Southern accent has you licking your lips. “Oh, I know I don’t have to, baby,” you coo at him, “but I want to.” And with that, you unravel the towel and let it drop to the floor.

Elvis lets out a choked groan and his hands flail as though he wants to cover the magnificent member that springs forth before you, slapping up against his stomach. You swat his hands away, lips parting with a sigh as you take him in.

He’s intact, the red tip of him nestled under lighter foreskin. Perhaps that why his cheeks are as pink as they are. You’d heard women titter in whispers about uncircumcised men being “ugly” or “unclean,” and while you didn’t have any personal experience with it, it does not turn you off in the least. Quite the opposite, if fact, as you can feel your arousal soaking the fabric between your thighs. What is beyond evident is that God didn’t just give him a pretty voice and a pretty face—he’s got a cock to match.

“Perfect,” you sigh and smile up at him, rubbing encouraging little circles at his hipbone with your thumb.

He lets out a shaking breath and a look of relief passes quickly over his features, but there is still a vulnerable hesitance about him. It does something primal to you. You just want to eat him right up.

But before that, you think he’s due for a little teasing. It’s the least you can do after the show he put on for you earlier and how it had made you ruin your panties to watch him live on stage. Pressing your lips along the cut of his groin, you feel the tickle of the course thatch of hair he’s got curling around the base of him. He shivers violently with each kiss, holding back a strangled moan as you get closer and closer to the place he wants you the most. Not seeming to know what to do with his hands, they flounder a bit before resting lightly on your shoulders, the heat of them blazing through your dress.

Using just the tip of your pointer finger, you run it under and up his large ball sack, noticing the way they seem to draw in closer and the way he jumps when you do so. Your other hand reaches around to grab his perfectly round ass cheek to keep him near and steady. The cutest little yelp falls out of his mouth. You smile, finally dragging your finger up the silky soft flesh covering his rock-hard shaft.

He jolts, the long length of his cock bouncing toward you, knowing and eager for what you have in store for him. The tip of your finger circles the slit of him, already weepy with precum, and you see how sensitive he is around his foreskin when he sucks in a short breath as your finger circles that, too.

Without warning him, you run the tip of your tongue from base to head, savoring the clean but still musky scent of him as you go. You look up to see his eyes roll back and his lips part, a whisper of “Goddamn,” falling from his mouth like a prayer.

You kiss and lap your way back down then take him in your hand to tilt his cock down to you. The heavy feel of him in your palm coupled with the way his hands tighten and dig into the fabric of your dress has you knowing you are on the right track. You pump him once, twice, three times, your wrist twisting and changing pressure to see what makes him moan the most. When you find the right combination, you swirl your tongue around his leaking tip before closing your mouth around it.

The low keen that vibrates out of him is desperate and sensual. Your thighs tighten around his legs, boxing him in, and your pussy clenches around nothing, yearning for friction. Right now, you concentrate on taking him in your mouth, lathing your flattened tongue up and down his penis while you suck in, sealing yourself around him.

It’s then that his hands finally fly up to your hair, carting through it, and you can feel him holding back. It’s good that he knows you are in charge, and he fully submits to how you begin working his balls and the hilt of him with one hand as you inch his ample length further into your mouth.

Obscene moans are falling past his lips now, only getting louder when you match them with your own, the vibrations causing him to thrust a little down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants as you press him past your gag reflex, your throat tightening then relaxing around him. His legs tremble and you pull off him for a moment to catch your breath, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to him still.

Elvis whimpers and you smile up at him, using your hand to pump him fully. You reckon he’s not going to last long in this by the way he’s crumbling so beautifully in front of you. The urge to want to choke on his cock comes over you so strongly that you can’t wait any longer. You take him back down your throat quickly enough that his eyes pop open in surprise and his hand finally tightens in your hair the way you want it to.

He's bigger than Mike in every way, but you don’t let that deter you. No, you feel quite confident as you open your throat for him as best you can, all the while working him with your tongue and hand. For the first time in a long time, you feel like you could conquer the world, despite your age, despite being divorced, because you are going to make the king of rock and roll himself unravel at your feet. The thought has you soaking your panties as Elvis murmurs your praises.

“I-I-I’m not gonna…last…gonna blow if ya keep this up, mama,” he pants, trying to pull away as if not wanting to sully you. But you are far too experienced and far too aroused for such sentiment. Instead, you grab his ass in both hands and press him so far down that your nose hits his pelvis. Feeling him tense and shudder, you give him every trick at once, relishing his pleasure as it serves your own. His strangled cry fills the air as he pulses in your mouth, shooting his salty release straight down your throat as you swallow around him.

The pleasured run of expletives he’s moaning must be loud enough for others to hear, but that arouses you even more because you are causing it. His body shakes hard through his orgasm, and he bows over you, clutching your head in an effort to stay standing. When you finally pull off him, his saliva-covered dick is still heavy and hard.

Ah, youth, you think with a smile.

“Oh, oh mama,” he says breathlessly, “that w-was…oh lord...” Then he collapses next to you on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

You shift your body sideways so you can look down at him in his fucked-out afterglow. Somehow, he’s even more beautiful now than he was before, both innocent and debauched all at once, his high cheekbones flushed and his eyes dark and sparkling with lust. You can’t help but run your hand down his heaving chest, just to prove that this vision is real.

The action focuses him and he looks over at you, concerned, his hand cupping your cheek. “You okay? Y-ya really din’t have ta do that, honey,” he says quietly, his dark brows furrowing together handsomely.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. I loved it,” you say, smiling. “Can I show you how much?”

His eyes widen and he nods.

As bold as you’ve ever been, you take his other hand in yours, tucking it under your dress. Slowly, you run his fingers along the inside of your thigh. His callouses catch on your silky stockings and you hear him hum in approval when you reach the past where your garter belt holds them up and your soft, bare flesh is exposed to his touch. There is no stopping you now, and when you guide his fingers to the sopping fabric between your legs, you watch as his lips part in what can only be described as a reverent, aroused awe.

“Ohhhh,” is about all he’s able to get out, and your body yields to him, legs falling open of their own accord as a sigh tumbles from your lips. You dip his fingers under the band that separates you and press him into the slick, and that’s all it takes for the boy to snap to attention.

In a fast, fluid motion, his lips capture yours, and he reverses your positions so you are lying back on the bed. As his mouth explores above, his fingers mirror below, caressing through your slick folds before circling your clit. It only takes him a moment of experimentation to find what makes you quake and roll in his hand—he’s obviously skilled in the art of a woman’s body, you’ll give him that.

You moan into his mouth when he pushes two long fingers up into your wet heat. Your pussy clenches around him, tight and needy, reminding you it’s been neglected for far too long. Pumping wickedly slow, he uses his tongue in your mouth to mimic what he’s doing to your clit with his thumb. God, you want him to devour you whole, you think as your nails dig into the bare flesh of his back and he curves his fingers inside you just so.

“Elvis!” you gasp and that cheeky lip of his curls up into that famous smirk. It turns your stomach gooey and molten, and your cunt squeezes demandingly around his fingers.

Kissing down your neck, his descent is thwarted by your dress. You whine when his fingers leave you and he pulls you to sit up. In one fell swoop, he deftly unzips your dress and yanks it up over your head, discarding it unceremoniously on the floor. Hungrily, his eyes rake over your form, and the scrutiny would usually have you a tad self-conscious, but he’s on you so fast, nipping at your skin, that you couldn’t care less what you look like.

The boy is proving quite proficient in removing undergarments, unclasping your bra with such skill that you barely realize it’s off before it joins your dress in a heap on the floor. You can’t think about much of anything with how his lips pepper your breasts with kisses, and when he attaches softly to your nipple, suckling there, the zinging sensation shoots straight through you and into your aching pussy.

You want him everywhere, your soft sighs of, “yes, yes, yes” urging him on. Running his hands up your legs, he slowly pops each clasp that holds up your stockings, his thumbs massaging maddening circles on the sensitive inner flesh of your upper thighs. Shivers ripple through you when he starts rolling the silky fabric off each leg, kissing each new inch of skin he exposes as he goes.

“Look at these pretty yittle sooties,” he coos as he takes off your heels and stockings, his hands massaging your sore arches. Your body, already on high alert, nearly levitates off the bed at the delectable it-hurts-so-good feeling. His lips press into your ankles, slowly trailing their way back up to your sex.

Oh, he’s good. You didn’t expect this, though perhaps you should have. The closer he gets to the ruined gusset of your panties, the faster your chest swells. It’s been a long time since any one has been down there like this, and you almost stop him, but the feel of his mussed damp hair tickling your thighs has you in quite a state. You suppose turnabout is fair play when he lightly and quickly presses his tongue into your core over the fabric, teasing what you hope is to come.

He switches gears and makes surprisingly quick work of your garter belt. His eyes flash in the darkness as he takes your panties in his teeth, dragging them with a playful growl down your legs. Completely exposed for him, he yanks you to the edge of the bed and pushes gently on your knees, spreading you open with a delight you didn’t know was possible.

“All that for me, mama?” he asks quietly, running the tip of his finger through your dripping arousal before putting it in his mouth and licking it clean. It’s so wonderfully dirty, making your cunt throb for attention.

“Yes,” you breathe, nodding furiously. When he licks his lips, you think you might die from waiting, but then he’s on you, his tongue lathing wide and flat from your ass to your clit.

You don’t recognize the sounds coming out of your mouth, the sensation of his wet softness exploring your most intimate areas being so overwhelming that it is hard to focus. He kisses and swirls around your puffy little nub, and your fingers fly into his dark hair, clasping the wet strands. When he hums against you in response, the vibrations have you gasping.

He continues his work, his tongue pointedly lapping through your swollen folds to your entrance. You think you might be dreaming when he begins fucking you with his tongue, and the tightness in your belly clinches when he flicks his finger over your clit rapidly.

“Oh, god,” you groan, hips undulating against his face, needing more of him. You had set out to ruin this man tonight and now he is undoing you piece by piece instead. He is a responsive and intuitive lover, you realize, as he replaces his tongue with his much longer fingers, pressing up into your body with precision.

Gaping, you push up on your elbows as he pulls back, and you catch the stunning sight of his pretty face slick with your arousal, looking at your cunt with determined reverence. He finds that spongey spot up inside you and takes that moment to fix his mouth to your sensitive bud and your eyes roll back in your head as you arch off the mattress to be closer to the heaven he’s bringing you to.

Fire spreads from your belly into the rest of your body, and you feel your climax closing in on you rapidly, despite part of you wanting this to last forever. When you realize he’s moaning against you and rutting against the bed, it sends a whole new set of fireworks through your nerves.

He’s getting off on this, you think. My pleasure his getting him off.

And there’s nothing sexier than that.

Adding another finger, he fucks you faster, harder, all the while massaging your clit intentionally with his tongue. He is a man on a mission now, and the searing wave of heat crests inside of you. All it takes is the guttural moan he lets go against you and you break apart.

Your fingers dig into his scalp and you thrust into his face as you come. It hits you hard and you cry out as he fucks you through it, catapulting you from your sensitive body to somewhere in the stratosphere.

Your eyelids flutter as you float back down to earth. The feel of his tongue licking up your release has you shuddering against him.

“Oh. Oh,” is all you can seem to manage, and you stare up at the ceiling wondering what good deed you did in your life to deserve this.

You feel Elvis slide his body up yours to lay beside you. He kisses up your neck until he reaches your lips, and you taste the tang of yourself on him. It shouldn’t entice you, but it does. Lying there, his naked body pressed against your side, you feel the hot heaviness of his erection hard against your hip.

“Best poster I ever made,” you breathe out, your filter completely gone after your mind-blowing orgasm.

Elvis chuckles in your hair. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman’s age, young man?” you tease, poking into his side.

“Hey now! I jus’ wanna make sure I don’t hurt ya. Don’t wanna send you to the home quite yet,” he smirks, then bites your shoulder.

“Oh, one of us is going to the home alright, and it’s not me,” you retort, pushing him over and flipping on top of him. “I’ll show you.”

He grunts as you straddle his hips. “Yes, ma’am, you’d better show me,” he says coyly.

“Good boy.” You grind down on him.

Being in your 30s has never been so sweet.

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[thenightling]

I'm posting this to calm some Beetlejuice fans with anxiety

Okay, I know I can't tell you anything official. Only Tim Burton can do that. But here are my reasons for believing Beetlejuice was NOT destroyed at the end of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.

All right, here there be spoilers. We're talking about the end of the movie so I figured spoilers would be obvious but... This is The Internet... SPOILERS! Why I do NOT believe Beetlejuice was destroyed at the end of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. 1. Beetlejuice violated a rule of The Netherworld in taking a mortal into The Land of The Dead. This voids Beetlejuice's contract with Lydia. It does not mean instant death. Nothing is said in-canon to sugget this. 2. Lydia banishes Beetlejuice by saying his name three times. As established in the previous film this is how you banish him after he has been invoked. 3. I've seen some speculation of "But there is some lore where if you banish a ghost enough times the ghost is destroyed." Really? Speaking as an armchair folklorist, occultist, and paranormal researcher... What lore is this? That's not in any folklore or movie I've ever seen and more importantly it never comes up in either of the Beetlejuice movies, Beetlejuice Broadway musical, Beetlejuice comic books, Beetlejuice amusement park live show, or the Beetlejuice animated series. Rule of thumb if it's not established in the canon of the franchise, or tie-ins to the franchise (even AUs) than chances are it's not canon. Also if I humor the idea that banishing him "too many times" will destroy him than shouldn't that have happened already? Obviously he's been very busy with his bio-exorcism business (the small-heads managing his call centre). Each customer invokes him by calling his name three times and then sends him away when they're done by also saying his name three times. That would be a LOT of invocations and banishments. Why would Lydia's banishment be one too many? There was nothing to suggest this.

4. Yes, Beetlejuice inflates and he never did that when being banished previously in the films. This is true. However each banishment or invocation is unique. In the first movie, the first time he's banished it is by Barbara while he's messing with the Deetz family in the form of a giant snake. When banished he says "Oh, no!" and Then pops away from his snake form and the banister is back to normal. The inflation is also a direct and deliberate homage to the first episode of the Beetlejuice animated series. In that episode we see him inflate and pop and there's even a song number that mentions it. "Biodegradable, semi-inflatable, ghost with the most!" Why would popping as a balloon suddenly destroy him? He was eaten by a Sandworm in the first movie. And his head was shrunk at the end of the first movie. That didn't last either. I didn't think anyone thought it would. He can shapeshift. 5. In the Beetlejuice movies only two ways of destroying ghosts have been established and even they are negotiable. Exorcism and being eaten by a soul sucker (Succubus). (Justice for Bob!) Being banished (sent back to The Netherworld (Neither world in the animated series) via name de-invocation) is not the same as an exorcism. 6. If he was really destroyed do you honestly think Beetlejuice's last words would be a casual "Should've got married in Vegas."? 7. At the end of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Lydia has a dream within a dream and when she wakes up from the secondary dream we can hear Beetlejuice cackle before his (apparent) favorite song's disco cover starts to play on the end credits. Much like the Evil Ed laugh and and "You're so cool Brewster!" at the end of the original 1985 Fright Night, this was to tell us he's really still alive. (FYI for the curious, in Fright Night Evil Ed was supposed to be the villain in Fright Night: Part 2 in 1988 by the way but the actor didn't want to come back to the franchise at the time. So the character came back in the comics instead.) 8. There is no canonical reason in-story to believe Beetlejuice was destroyed by violating his contract and being banished. There was nothing established to suggest this would happen. I've watched the second movie twice now and have the first movie pretty much memorized. There's nothing in the lore to even hint that this would destroy him. 9. Tim Burton doesn't like to kill his favorite characters and Beetlejuice is one of his favorites. 10. If we take The "Hot Ones" crossover video as canon and taking place after the second movie, than he's definitely still around. 11. He can't be destroyed because... Somebody left the cake out in the rain...

[autobot-ratchet]

MTMTE 12-13

MTMTE 12

still so cute that Tailgate's happy place is movie night

damn they really just cut right to the aftermath of the battle like “oh yeah btw Rewind's injured and Swerve got his face blown off. Just to let you know. Okay back to the present”

Drift is in his element, look at that smile, you go baby, slice those dudes up

gfdjks poor First Aid is so done with Chromedome's fussing, give the guy a break he's just worried about his husband

also yeah god this is the first time we get to say explicitly that they're married, isn't it? I remember being completely fucking floored by that the first time I read it, like “wait what do you mEAN THEY'RE ACTUALLY TOGETHER??? LIKE IN THE ROMANCE WAY?!?!?” like I had picked up on the queercoding vibes but then the comic was just like “yeah coding-schmoding, they're queer” and I simply could not believe that shit lmAO

also btw Cyclonus is injured too. Just fyi

I've made fun of Tailgate for embellishing his past accomplishments but damn does he do a good job of stringing Rewind along lmAO kid's a pretty good liar under enough pressure

I love how they show us that horrifying panel of Swerve's fucked up face without context and then later the context turns out to be “yeah he just accidentally shot himself in the face.” he looked down the fuckin barrel of the thing god lmAO

I love the concept of innermost energon so much. For a race that's constantly morphing and changing to give away the one part of themselves that always stays the same no matter what, the fuckin romance of it all

I love Tailgate trying to gas up Chromedome by constantly trash-talking Dominus just on principle alone lmAO “Oh that's Rewind's ex? Fuck that guy he's got nothing on you” “Tailgate he was an incredible person” “Incredibly cringe, maybe”

sorry I am now distracted by the idea of Tailgate using the word “cringe,” that wasn't nearly as much of a thing when this comic was coming out but he absolutely would, holy shit

ooohhhgdjhfs Drift recruiting Chromedome for The Overlord Thing while he's at his lowest and Rewind's incapacitated is so slimy, he really does have to do all the dirty work for this project huh

Cyclonus immediately goes back to help Tailgate clean up, he's making progress, we're getting thereeeeeeeee

I think this is the first time (of many) that Cyclonus looks at Chromedome and Rewind's relationship and is like “...........huh.” Like, he definitely uses them as a framework for his own relationship with Tailgate and wants what they have, even if he doesn't quite realize it at this point

Ah, right, I forgot that Whirl helps Rewind jump his spark out of guilt for nearly killing him alongside Cyclonus lmAO

And Cyclonus protected Rewind.... nnnnNNGFHSDFNgsdf *points at Cyclonus* HAHA YOU HAVE FEELINGS... YOU CARE........

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I like the implication that this isn't the first time Drift has grabbed Swerve like a football

also love Cyclonus calling Drift too young, both of you are old as dicks

I will never be able to think about the bit where Swerve asks Drift to be his roommate and Drift is like “no thanks, in my off time I prefer to be alone in a state of heightened isolation exploring the limits of solitude” without thinking about that vine that's like “sorry dude I can't go do social event, I'm busy” and then it cuts to him in his room alone, drinking a can of beer with one hand and playing jock jams on a keyboard with the other, this one, this is the vine

I fucking forgot Swerve was still here, I thought they closed the door on him lmfAO they really just had that whole conversation with the door wide open

I'm still so sad we only got the good holomatter avatar generator after Ratchet had used his old one, not to mention everyone whose avatars we never saw. Every day I wonder what Drift's avatar would've looked like

Magnus shoving his way between Swerve and Tailgate, making Tailgate scoot three entire seats over

“I think the program is struggling with human gender- Do I look like a 'Mary Sue?'” ah-HAH *slaps knee*

Aww, I forgot Magnus's avatar is Verity, that's so sweet. I didn't know who Verity was the first time I read this, but now that I do it does hit different lmAO

fuckin rip Magnus. Fhdksjkl I just noticed Rewind recording in the background, you can see the light of his camera on his silhouette

“Why do I get the impression that you can't remember your worst enemy?” nnnnnnNNNNNGGHH

drunk Magnus is cute

“Where IS Chromedome?” “Oh, he's, erm... I'm sure he told me...” NNNNNNNGGHHFFGHGHFGH

“Savor this feeling, everyone. You never know what's around the corner.” yEAH, YOU GUYS SURE DONT...

Cyclonus teaching Tailgate to sing in old Cybertronian... Tailgate said earlier in the issue that Cyclonus was the only link to his past and that was defs on purpose so that this could be Cyclonus's moment of realizing that Tailgate is much the same for him

aww Swerve, buddy... I mean to be fair I would've done the same thing in Blurr's position, Swerve comes on a little strong, but oh man. Swerve's not a bad guy, he's just unbearably lonely but Blurr never could've known that

oh right this is the first little written blurb we get hell yeah

Rung quietly marveling at the miracle of Cybertronian physiology like. That's YOU!!! That's more you than you could ever know!!!!! He doesn't even know that he's the originator of all that!!!!!!!!

it is still so funny that Rung regained the ability to move by getting so sick of Swerve's shit that he subconsciously mustered the power to move his arm so he could shush him

mmmmphphgndfm one of the only things Rung remembers during his recovery period was the smile Skids gave him when he corrected the mispronunciation of his name... SKIDS IS REAL SWEET........

gfdjk the gang watching Cyclonus browse a gift shop like they're ethologists and Cyclonus is a species of animal they've never seen before

godjdfska Magnus trying to make a joke and failing harder than anyone ever could is still so funny.. HE'S TRYING OKAY........ Also, absolutely hysterical joke to be telling to Rung specifically

God Rodimus is such an ass lmAO “What is wrong with people” he asks the therapist, genuinely. Simply solve mental illness, why don't you

ooh, get him, Rung, stick to your guns, attaboy

God. Watching Rodimus lie through his teeth about investigating the voice Rung and Red Alert heard... I mean, it was never going to work out, bringing Overlord onto the ship, it was a doomed endeavor from the start, but seeing all these moments of Drift and Rodimus trying to keep it under wraps is just so bitter lmAO They did their best, their awful, awful best

[seriousbrat]

hi this may be long so sorry in advance but

i always loved hp and when i got into the marauders i started caring about sirius, remus, and james more (peter hater till i die unfortunately i can’t get behind him) and like every marauders stan i despised despised severus, i thought that since he was in a known death eaters friend group and called muggle borns mudblood he was unredeemable. but then i saw more and more pro snape content and it made me feel bad for him, james bullied him (which i’m still not even sure if it was classified as bullying because james didnt have any power over him and it wasn’t even 1 vs 4 it was 1 vs 2 so i’d like to know your opinion on that as well) and he had an abusive parent, but then i saw snily shippers (i am a major jily shipper fyi) saying how james basically manipulated lily into marrying him by not telling her he still bullied snape, how the prank was the best thing to happen to james because their “fights” wouldn’t be seen as bullying but as a teen rivalry, how james was the rich boy who got everything he wanted and he got the poor girl as well, how it was him constantly asking lily out and her always saying no etcc, so ik this may sound stupid but i love ur takes like ur always sooooo fucking real so if u want to share your opinions on these like if u think any of these things are wrong 🙈 id be glad bc i dont know how to feel about severus and idk how to feel about jily either which is just making my small world inside of my head crumble bc i used to love them so much

Of course and thank you! First of all as I've been saying I don't think it's necessary or even really a good idea for us to base our preferences or interests in fiction with our moral beliefs. so we can accept that snape or james did bad things and still like them. Fiction gives us that freedom to delve into aspects of humanity that in real life we might try to avoid. So I don't think you should feel bad for liking james or severus or jily or whatever. Ok, that being said let's get into it:

First it's normal to feel sympathy for Severus, he's a sympathetic character in many respects! That's what makes a good anti-hero (or even villain. we're even supposed to feel sympathy for voldemort and barty crouch jr at certain points)

what james and the marauders did was definitely bullying. there's no way around that. you say james didn't have any power over him but he did; social power. You touched on economic class, which is a big factor, but James was a popular student and Sev was deeply unpopular. whether it was 1v4 or 1v2 or 1v1 doesn't really matter in terms of whether it was bullying, though tbh it was really 1vthe whole school because the spectators also participated in Sev's humiliation.

However, in my mind there's almost no way that Snape wasn't instigating just as much, possibly more, in seventh year. Like you think he was just going to sit around and accept that his worst enemy was dating Lily? lol. I tend to believe Sirius when he says that Sev "never lost an opportunity to curse James" like good for him get his ass. But I think it was definitely a different dynamic in 7th year than in 5th. there's this tendency to portray Sev as being a meek little helpless victim his whole life but personally I feel that's a disservice to his character-- this is the guy who invented sectumsempra 'for enemies' like three guesses who 'enemies' was.

re: jily, I really doubt that James manipulated Lily into anything, I think that's such an overdramatic reading lol. We don't know much about the way they got together-- although many fic writers have taken it upon themselves to fill in the gaps-- but everything points to them having been happy and in love, that clearly was the intention by the author. If James didn't tell her about duelling Snape that isn't great, but there are a lot of things that can be imperfect in a relationship without jumping to manipulation and abuse which require a specific pattern of behaviour that we have no evidence for. We also only have the external perspective of Sirius and Remus, which is likely incomplete.

(also James 'always asking Lily out' is fanon, we see him ask her out ONCE albeit spectacularly badly. it seems more likely to me that lily 'you make me SICK' evans simply saw james grow into someone she rly liked rather than gave in and gave in so fully that she married him bcause he was pressuring her. idk she didn't read like a pushover to me.)

So no need for world crumblage! It doesn't sound stupid at all, but I think it's important to keep in mind that we can enjoy fictional characters/relationships that aren't perfect, in fact those are the ones that I find more enjoyable. It's totally possible to be a fan of snape and james and jily and snily all at the same time, fandom tends to create conflicts or 'shipping wars' or whatever lol but idk if that's necessary. I don't see it as a moral debate or an either/or, I just find all the characters and the dynamics between them interesting.

For instance, you mentioned the class differences between Lily and James, and I always thought that was probably a point of contention in the relationship; but to me it's one that makes it more compelling to explore. Relationships irl are rarely perfect and evenly-matched from the start, they take work. Similarly people are never perfect- they learn and change and grow. James did, Snape definitely did. otherwise they would be boring and unrealistic as characters.

[cryingincrocs]

So I decided to listen to the two songs from the movie Bolt and I've decided they're both Rancher coded. The songs in question are I Thought I Lost You and Barking at the Moon. The first one could also be argued for Clock Duo because I love making everything them coded BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST anyways for the first song:

So this starts from Jimmy's perspective. Anyone who knows me and my Rancher writing (which how could you I've yet to post any) knows I love making Jimmy this pathetic man (I love my pathetic men <3) who - because of all the toy comments in Empires S2 - is constantly teased and lowkey bullied but not full on completely but he's kinda sensitve about it. Anyways that's what brings up the first two lines. Beyond that, this would be set after Double Life and poor Jimmy just can't stop thinking about his rancher! He's not completely sure on his feelings because typically relationships that form - whether it be positive or negative - stay within the traffic smp series and never follow the characters back home. But he's home and he's still got Tango on the brain. ALSO if you listen to the song, on the line "anything to get you from my head" there's this guitar riff and that's symbolizes Tango because when it comes to music, Jimmy is country and Tango is rock. Does that make sense? Does any of this make sense?

And so we continue! So with the soulmate bond gone, it's hard for JImmy to go day to day as if he doesn't miss that strong bond the two of them had. The line "Like somehow you could be the break" refers to how a part of JImmy hoped Tango would help him break his curse. The "promises" were most likely Tango one, vowing to help him stay alive and two, after they died, promising to somehow find him again before the next traffic smp season so they could be happy together in peace.

This is the chorus! It's very much as seen; all Jimmy has of Tango are the memories they made on the ranch, and he thought that Tango wouldn't be able to find him again but he still held onto that hope. But as the lyrics say "and now I got you, but I thought I lost you" surprise! Tango IS there now! I'd say this would be the Empires crossover, like when they met in the tunnel aka the moment that has never left my mind ever and I always think of. Also in the chorus is when John Travolta joins Miley Cirus in singing, so that further adds to the reuinion!

So this is Tango's verse, and like with the chorus, it's pretty "as seen" with my interpretation. Tango is determined to find a way back to Jimmy despite not knowing how at all, maybe he'd see the open rift as an oppurtunity to. And he's referring to that second promise but also the first one as he's still anticipating when the next traffic season will happen aka lim life.

Then we jump back into the chorus, which stays the same.

This is both of them, with Tango being the first two lines, Jimmy the second two, and both of them as the last two. This is them after the big reunion hug that shook the world. Tango's eagerly explaining how he never gave up, Jimmy's assuring him he never lost hope.

And then the rest of the song is essentially them being all gay and excited because they're together again yippee!!

That concludes my explantion of the first song so naturally, because this post isn't NEARLY long enough, we're doing the second one too!

Also with this second song, I'm kind of ignoring the allusions of cats and dogs just fyi

This is so so Tango. He's a hard worker, married to the grind. The sun? Who's that? The guy who gives all his attention to his Decked Out 2 project (much like in S7 with the first one and the among us minigame) doesn't take much time to appreciate the simplistics of life. But having the ranch with Jimmy kind of forced him to sit back and take in the world around him and kind of slow down. It's like he's truly been reborn into a new life when he's with Jimmy and that doesn't mean his life before him was bad, but his rancher makes him feel more, understand more.

Very much on point; the only place Jimmy and Tango truly feel at home is when they're with each other and on the ranch. They dream of running away together and living out the rest of their lives on a big ranch with enough plants and animals to keep themselves self-sustained. And with Tango's redstone prowess, they totally could.

THIS IS JUST JIMMY THIS IS SO JIMMY YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE because this verse refers to his canary curse, how each season built up this hopelessness and depression. "I have been a lot of things, they may not all be true" is him saying that he's not defined by the canary imagery, by the canary curse that follows him. He's also not defined by the toy titles the other Empires members would throw at him. "My experience was so mysterious, till I met you" once again referring to the canary curse and Double Life with Tango. Being with him, not just as soulmates but with him as a romantic partner, suddenly everything in his life made sense. Tango was that missing puzzle piece that somehow ended up under the couch even though the puzzle was opened on the dining room table. And now that he's found him, his life is whole.

Anyways the rest of the song is just repeating the chorus, which just doubles (haha) down on the points I made earlier with the chorus. But at the end of the song, when Jenny Lewis sings "there is no home like the one you got, cause that home belongs to you" one final time, the song is like, slowing down. That's Tango and Jimmy finally settling down together on their dream ranch, feeling content with the life they're going to spend together.

And that concludes the longest tumblr post I've ever made to date. Am I mentally well? Should I look into being diagnosed with literally anything? Are there probably songs that fit them so much better? These sure are questions!

What mainly inspired this was sincerely-nines asking for songs that made people think of Ranchers, and then I saw a tiktok reminding me of one of the Bolt songs, and the pieces connected and here we are! If you read the whole thing, I award you a farm animal sticker of your choice.

[wordywarriorwrites]

Dress for sale

Interested in buying a wedding dress?

My husband and I have been married 10 years (yes, we're still married, so, the dress isn't haunted or anything!) and now that the warranty for the dress has expired, I'm ready to part with it.

Here are the dress stats:

Size: 22

Style: A-Line, fully lined, back zipper

Color: White

Train: Chapel

Materials: Polyester, satin, chiffon

Bustled: Yes (french or "under bustled")

Capped Sleeves: Not included!

Slip: Included

Here are the jacket stats:

Size: 3X

Color: White

Materials: Beads, lace, polyester

Sleeves: 3/4

FYI: These are MODEL PHOTOS of the dress. I am willing to share pictures of myself in the dress with legitimately interested buyers.

Care Details:

Worn once

Professionally cleaned

Placed in preservation box (steamed, folded, and boxed by hand with acid-free tissue wrapping)

Preservation seal unbroken

Additional Details: I am a 44 DD and 5'6. I wore this dress with ballet flats and a torsolette (not included). With the slip (included) I had no issues tripping over the dress, and by wearing a torsolette (not included) the dress stayed up all night without any issues.

Pricing: I am asking $700.00 for the dress (not including shipping). I'm happy to negotiate (within reason) and am willing to answer any questions about the dress and payment options via direct message.

Note: When thinking of the cost of a wedding dress, remember: bustling, jacket, and slip would not be included. Also, most re-sale on wedding dresses doesn't include the dress being professionally cleaned and preserved; this preservation means you're getting a "like new" dress, and if you're purchasing your dress early, it will stay protected until you're ready to wear it.