#wow guys ally is BACK huh

[gingerteafairy]

Hi Angel!!! I just discovered your account and I luvsss itt!! I was thinking maybe you can do A Todd x reader, where she is a popular girl and he is the same old loser? Idk if you would like it 😭 Keep up the great work! 💕

suree, i just love writing about my favorite loser. tysm for appreciating ❤️‍🩹

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 (𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

You need help in chemistry and luckily Todd Haynes is the monitor. You’re pretty sure you’re getting the cutest chemistry private lesson ever.

tags n warnings: smut,dom!reader,sub!todd, KINKS, cockwarming, aftercare,handjob, unprotected piv,pet names,cursing,he's such a nerd. word count: 3.7k masterlist

"How about we skip chemistry today?" Your friend Ally suggests, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she flashes you a grin that could light up the whole school. Her fiery red hair bounces as she tilts her head, clearly expecting you to be on board. "I’ve been dying to try out that new ice cream shop near my house."

Hailey, never one to resist fun, claps her hands together like she's just heard the best idea ever. "Yes! Let’s make it a full-on girls’ day!"

"Oh my God, Ally, that sounds amazing!" you say, practically bouncing on your toes. "I could really use some new mascara, too." You pause, suddenly thoughtful. "But... my chemistry grade might actually die if I skip today. And well, I was looking forward to today's class," you admit. "We’re mixing acids and bases to create colorful reactions. It’s like a science experiment with rainbow explosions. How fun is that?"

Ally raises an eyebrow, her mouth curling into a teasing smile. "Wow. You really are a nerd, huh?" she says, flipping her hair as she opens her locker and adjusts her pink tank top. "I can’t even remember the last time I paid attention to that bald guy’s lecture."

"I’ll share my notes later, silly girls," you tease, giving them both a wink and making a heart shape with your hands.

Hailey practically launches herself at you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "You’re the best!" she gushes. "I swear, you’re like an angel with a perfect GPA."

You laugh and hug her back, feeling warm and fuzzy. "Alright, alright. Enough with the mushy stuff. I’ll see you guys later, though!"

As you walk toward the chemistry classroom, you spot a group of boys hanging out near the lockers. Dave and Martin are laughing, but it’s the boy standing next to them that makes your heart do a little flip. You’ve seen him around school before, but today? He’s definitely caught your attention. He 's cute. Messy brown hair falls just above his chocolate doe eyes.

What really gets you is that every time your eyes meet, he quickly looks away like he wasn’t expecting you to notice. You smile to yourself, amused and a little flustered as you head into the classroom.

You barely hear the teacher’s voice when he starts talking. Your mind’s still stuck on the cute guy in the hallway. That’s when the door creaks open, and he walks in—trying to be all sneaky through the back. His sneakers squeak loudly, and you can tell he’s hoping no one notices him.

Your heart skips a beat when his eyes lock with yours. You can’t help it—you smile, and even throw in a little playful wink. He glances around, clearly checking if anyone else saw the exchange, then looks back at you. You lean back in your chair, mouthing a casual "Hey."

His face instantly turns a shade of red you didn’t even know was possible. You giggle softly, and he shyly points to himself, his voice barely a whisper. "Me?"

You nod, trying not to break into a full-on grin.

"Late again, Mr. Haynes," the teacher says, his voice dripping with annoyance.

"Sorry, Mr. White," the boy mutters, quickly stuffing his hands in his pockets. He glances up just in time to see you lightly tap the tip of your pen to your lips, pretending to concentrate on your notes, then shoot him a cheeky grin.

The teacher shakes his head, unimpressed. "You’re lucky you’re the class monitor. Sit down, Todd. Try not to act like you’re starring in your own spy movie, alright? You’re the only one who knows anything about this subject."

Todd. You finally know his name. How had you never noticed him before? And he’s the monitor? This could be your chance.

As he walks toward an empty desk, you lean over and whisper, your voice playful and sweet. "Hey," you say, catching his attention. "You wanna sit with me?"

He freezes for a second, eyes wide, like you just dropped a bomb. Then, realizing he’s in a classroom full of people, his voice cracks as he repeats, "What?" His cheeks instantly turn even redder. The teacher shoots him a warning glare, and he drops his voice, practically whispering now.

"Sorry! Um, sorry," Todd stammers, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, looking around nervously but also a little excited. After a beat, he slowly walks over to the desk next to yours, trying to act casual but failing miserably. "I—I guess... if you don’t mind."

You watch as he sits down, and you can’t help but notice the faint blush coloring his cheeks. It’s so adorable. You’re so close you can smell the faint citrusy scent of his cologne. You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, pretending to take notes as you steal glances at him.

Todd dives straight into the chemistry experiments, his focus sharp as he explains the reactions to you in the calmest, most effortless way possible. It’s like he’s been doing this forever. You almost forget you're in class—until your heart does that fluttery thing every time his eyes meet yours. You’re pretty sure you’re getting the cutest chemistry lesson ever.

"Thanks for… the seat, Y/N," Todd mutters, his voice barely audible. He glances at you for a split second, then quickly looks down at his desk, fidgeting with the books in his backpack like he’s trying to distract himself from how nervous he is.

You can’t help but smile at his awkwardness. "How’d you know my name?" you ask, walking beside him in the hallway, tilting your head playfully.

“Uh… I asked Dave,” he mumbles, clearly flustered. You lean in a little closer, pretending to be intrigued, though you’ve already heard him loud and clear.

You just can’t resist teasing him. After all, he's been adorable all day. You shift slightly, letting the sweet fruity scent of your perfume reach him. "Sorry, Toddy. What did you say?"

"Toddy?" His face turns brighter than a tomato, and he runs a hand through his messy hair like it could somehow make him less embarrassed. "I—I asked Dave for... the cute girl in chemistry class. He said you guys were friends since, like, elementary school."

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. "Awww, you think I’m cute?" you ask, giving him a soft, sweet smile.

Todd’s face deepens in color. "I... I think you’re a table," he blurts out, then immediately hides his face in his hands, as if that could make his awkwardness disappear.

You blink, trying to process his words. "What?" you ask, laughing.

"You know, the periodic table," he stammers, his words tripping over each other. "Like... you're periodic... means you’re cute. Periodic... like... magazines for nerds and cute girls and, uh... forget what I said," he quickly adds, visibly relieved when he sees your bright smile.

You burst out laughing, and though your cheeks are starting to heat up too. You lean in a little closer, still giggling. "I think you're a total nerd—and I love it."

Todd looks at you, blinking in surprise, as if he didn’t expect you to respond that way. "A nerd?" he echoes, his voice low but with a hint of a smile.

"Yeah, a cute nerd," you tease, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "One who apparently knows everything about chemistry."

He laughs, a soft, nervous chuckle that makes your heart flutter. "I just—uh—like to help. It’s kinda my thing. I helped Dave once and, I guess, it just stuck."

You raise an eyebrow, your head tilted playfully. "How about you help me? I really need to improve my grades," you say, teasing but with a mischievous smile.

“You serious?” Todd echoes, shifting on his feet as he tries to process what you’re asking.

“Totally." You say, your voice smooth like velvet, approaching him slowly and brushing your fingers over the lace of his hoodie. "I think you're the only one who can help me."

“Really?” he repeats, his eyes widening as he backs up toward the lockers, trying to distance himself while you come closer to tie his hoodie lace into a neat bow.

“Really.” You give him a reassuring smile, letting your hands slide down the sides of your body. "What about 4pm at my place? Is that okay?"

“Today?” He blinks, eyes widening like you’ve just dropped a bomb. “I’m free! I’ll help you. Don’t worry. Anytime you want.”

“I'm actually going shopping today...” You bite your lip, glancing him up and down with a teasing smile.

"Shopping? Oh, sure!" Todd chuckles nervously, face-palming himself. "Go have fun."

“Sure? But I want you, Toddy,” You pout dramatically, but can't help but giggle when you see him lean back against the wall, clearly trying to keep his cool.

“You want me?” He swallows hard, blinking rapidly like he’s trying to make sense of what you just said.

"Yes… I’ll wait for you, okay?" you confirm with a wink, before turning to walk down the hallway, blowing him a kiss. Thank God he didn’t see the goofy grin you’re sporting.

"Okay…" Todd breathes, leaning his head back against the wall, utterly dazed as he tries to process everything that just happened.

Todd went home and took the longest shower of his life, mentally preparing for the most important study session he’d ever had. He was certain he was going to need all the courage he could muster to survive the next few hours with you.

The doorbell rings, and you open the door to Todd, who freezes when he sees you in a t-shirt and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. "Hey, Toddy. Come on in."

You step aside to let him in, and he follows you up the stairs to your room, trying not to look at you as he climbs.

Once inside, you sit on the bed and open your notebooks. He follows you, sitting on the edge, with all his books spread out in front of him. "You're too far, sit closer," you ask.

Todd slowly scoots closer, his fingers brushing against yours as he settles down next to you on the bed. For a moment, neither of you speaks. You both glance at the open textbooks in front of you, but the words blur together. It’s almost impossible to focus with him so close.

You can feel the warmth of his body next to yours, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the soft smell of your room. Every time you catch his eye, he looks away quickly, his cheeks tinged pink.

"Uh, so, um..." Todd stammers, trying to sound serious. "Do you, uh, want to start with the chemical reactions or the organic compounds?" His voice is a little too high-pitched, and you can't help but grin.

“Anywhere you want," you tease, your lips curling into a smile. You turn slightly toward him, your knee lightly brushing against his.

He looks at you, his eyes wide, as if surprised by the touch. "I—I didn’t even realize we were that close, sorry," he says, his voice barely a whisper.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance but secretly feeling your heart race. "Guess we’re just... naturally close," you tease, your hand lightly resting on the open notebook, but not really paying attention to the words. His fingers hover near yours, but he doesn't dare to move.

Todd's breath catches when you look at him, your face so close now that you can feel his breath. He murmurs, his voice soft, "I think we should—"

Before he can finish, you lean in just a little closer, your lips barely brushing his as you whisper, "We should what?”

He freezes, his body tense. "I… I don’t know. I was just thinking..." His words trail off as your faces inch closer, the air between you thick with the unspoken desire to kiss.

For a long moment, neither of you moves, just staring at each other, the world outside the room fading away. “Thinking…?” Your heart beats louder than ever, and you can almost hear his racing too.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, you close the tiny gap between you, pressing your lips to his softly. You pull away just a little, still close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. His eyes stay closed for a beat longer, like he’s savoring the moment.

"That..." Todd starts, his voice cracking slightly, "... that was... um... wow.”

“Kissing a teacher is kinda sexy.” You tease, biting your lip as you glance at him doing the same with his.

“Yeah, uhm… I think you're right.” He bubbled, not taking his eyes away from your glossy lips, unaware he was as glossy as yours.

“So… will you kiss me more or will you teach your periodic more chemistry?” You provoke, getting in all fours with your face in mere inches of his.

“God…” he breathes, eyeing your breasts under your shirt in the new position. “i…kiss. I wanna kiss you more. Can I?”

“Just kissing?” You tease even more, playing with his limits, just to see where it could get. “Or… do you wanna something more?”

“Fuck.” He curses, digging his fingers on the mattress to stay sure the moment is real and not part of his loser imagination.

You chuckle, pecking kisses on his face to his ear to simply whisper his name in pure sultry tone. “You wanna fuck?”

“No… I mean…yes, no…” He stammered, swallowing when you licked his Adams apple.

“Say what you want, Toddy.” You inquired, facing him.

“Please, don't call me like that…” he whimpers, touching your hand.

“Why?” You questioned, biting his earlobe as you jumped on his lap, straddling. He check his lap to catch if you're really pressing your pelvis on his forming bulge and you're fucking really good at it. “Oh, you're already that hard, Toddy bear?”

“Fuck, I'm sorry.” He shots before kissing your lips as a starving man, his grip firm on your hip as he drives his hands under your shirt to dig his fingers on the soft skin of your waist, gaining a mewl from you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in his soft curls as you wiggle your hips in the jeans squeezing his hard cock. You push him onto the bed and he settles, laying his head on the pillow to watch you remove your shirt, revealing your hard nipples.

“No bra…” he hisses, anxiously waiting for you to remove your shorts without getting off the top of him. He grips your thigh, feeling how wet you are even through his thick jeans. “This can’t be real. It can’t… I’m a loser and you’re hot. No.”

“You’re hot, Todd.” You praise, lying on top of him to kiss him again. “Can’t you see how wet I am f’you?”

“You… you’re the hot one. Shit, you’re so fucking delicious.” He grunts as you grind on his member, keeping your hands on the bed. “m gonna cum if you move like that…”

“You can touch me, you know?” You whispered between the kiss, taking the boy's hand to your breasts, where he gave them a gentle squeeze, increasing the force a little when you bit his bottom lip.

"Perfect tits." He chuckles, squeezing them a little more as he kisses you.

"You can touch me here too, Toddy." You take his hands to your ass and he gives them a firm squeeze, also directing his hands to your core. "You can touch me wherever you want, baby.”

"Fuck, don't do that to me." He meows, letting himself be carried away by your permission and turning you over on the bed, holding you by the wrists. "I can't take it anymore."

You smile in surprise, resting your knee on his evident erection, feeling him tremble above you. "Do you wanna make me feel good, Toddy?"

"Yes, please." He grunts, shaking his head frantically. "I want it so bad."

“C’mere…” you breathe, opening your legs for the boy who promptly throws his shirt in some forgotten corner of the room and undoes his belt clumsily, as if he had forgotten how to do this basic function.

“Damn belt!” He mutters, making you laugh and help him with the belt, pulling down his pants and red boxers in one go.

“Uhm… you’re so big, Toddy.” You purr, wrapping your fingers around the boy’s hard, wet cock, giving a few pumps that made him melt in your hand with whimpers.

“That’s so g-good… you’re so good…” he whimpers, kissing you. He mutually puts his hand inside your panties, carefully circling your clit.

You grind against his finger, feeling an immense wave of pleasure just from this simple touch. The chemistry between you is immeasurable like the explosion you saw in class.

“I need you.” He asks through tears, and you can tell that you've never seen anything more pornographic than Todd Haynes desperate for relieve, removing his hand to remove your thin fabric.

He swallows hard, grabbing his cock to carefully direct the tip to your entrance. He pushes, feeling your walls stretch with his thick size, which makes you arch your back, in a unisson moan with him.

"So…tight." Todd murmurs, completely inside you without resistance by your completely soaked pussy. “you're so wet f’me.”

He begins the slow thrusts, memorizing every part of your pussy. Todd didn't want to cum, he wanted to live there forever, just like you wanted him all the time. Damn, he had no right to be so delicious, as well as to find your pleasure point so quickly.

"There, right there...God, this is so good, Toddy.” you moan, grabbing his hips with your legs, your breasts swaying as his thrusts increased.

“You're beautiful, you're so…fuck…perfect. I love you so much, so fucking much, m sorry, taking me so well” he babbled, giving sloppy fast thrusts, the skin slapping sounds echoing in the room. “this fucking tight pussy.”

“m gonna cum, m gonna cum.” you whine, shutting your eyes hard as you come undone in a loud moan, muffled by his kiss.

“Cum, please. Melt in my cock, oh fuck, please, cum in me. M gonna cum too.” He groans, digging on a deep thrust with his balls deep as his thick seed fills your womb with pleasure, your eyes on the back of your head. “m sorry f’ cumming inside.”

“that's okay, i'm on pills.” You comfort, ruffling his hair as he rests his head on the crook of your neck, giving a few pumps inside you til his dick softened inside.

“Can I stay here a little longer?” He asks with his puppy sparkling eyes at you. “It feels so good.”

“Okay. Let’s lie on our sides like this.” You suggest and you both comfort your bodies on the mattress, your hand reaching for the sheet under the pillow to cover you both.

“I think I have PE,” he jokes, making you laugh loudly. Todd smiles at the sound, his eyes lighting up as his hand gently runs through your messy hair, as if you were a masterpiece he couldn't take his eyes off.

“If that’s the case, I think I have it too,” you respond, pausing to meet his intense gaze. His eyes seem to melt into you, and in that moment, your heart feels as if it's slowly breaking into a thousand pieces, like a chocolate popsicle left out on a hot summer day. “When you said you loved me…”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that,” he interrupts, suddenly pulling away, but you reach out, pulling him back toward you. You kiss him slowly, savoring the warmth of the moment.

“Don’t apologize,” you whisper softly, your thumb gently tracing his cheek, trying to comfort him. “I like you. You don’t need to apologize for your feelings.”

“I already came too fast and now I’m telling you that I love you. I’m a total loser.” He laughs sadly, caressing your waist and back with his strong hands.

“You may be a loser, but you’re my loser.” You joke, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Damn, you’re so cute…” he mumbles, pulling you into a tighter embrace and leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering as he holds you closer.

Just as the kiss deepens, your phone rings, abruptly breaking the intimate moment. “Fuck, who’s calling at this hour?” you explode, reluctantly pulling away and reaching for your phone.

“Where are you? We’ve been waiting for you at the mall! Hailey’s dad already blocked her card,” Ally says in a rush, her voice tinged with panic, and you hear Hailey’s whiny voice in the background.

“Damn, the mall.” Todd exclaims, his face falling in realization. He immediately clamps his mouth shut, realizing he spoke too loudly, and looks at you apologetically.

“Ooh, who’s that?” your friend teases from the other end of the line. “Is it that cute guy from chemistry?”

“Shh!” you hiss, laughing softly. “He doesn’t need to know I have a massive crush on him.”

“Sorry, honey. You two go ahead and enjoy your date. There's still time for round two, you nasty kitten.”

“Go to hell, Alison,” you laugh, ending the call. You place the phone on the nightstand, sinking back into the soft, warm sheets, hoping to get back to the moment.

“Massive crush?” Todd repeats, his voice light and amused, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

“Don’t get cocky, Todd,” you tease, your eyes narrowing in mock warning. But your heart betrays you as you can’t help but smile. “Ah, who am I kidding? You’re such a sweetheart, my Toddy bear.”

“Of course, I’m gonna get cocky,” he responds with a confident laugh. “I’ve got a popular girlfriend now. I’m a loser, after all—this is basically the ultimate cliché.”

“Yeah, I think I can tolerate that,” you joke, rolling your eyes playfully as you remember the nickname. “You’re periodic.”

“You’re the most periodic of them all,” he retorts, his smile growing wider. He pulls you even closer, his hands resting lightly on your waist. “The most explosive element on my periodic table. I think I should isolate you—you're just too dangerous.”

“That was ridiculously cheesy,” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes before leaning in to kiss him softly. “But I think you can keep that element to yourself, since you’re my boyfriend now.”

“Damn, that was fast.” He laughs, tightening his arms around you as if trying to keep you close, a sense of warmth and happiness flooding over him. “Thanks, periodic girlfriend.”

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[azzifudd]

I miss your writing so much, if your in the writing mood if not totally understand complete ignore but a lil blurb based off of Paige building that shelf for princess like azzi asking Paige or not been having to ask Paige just doing it and azzi not doing anything at all and just admiring her would be so cute!!! But only if you want to do not want to pressure you at all hope ur doing well!!

hard at work

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

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Azzi spots an unsure look on Morgan’s face as she watches Azzi drag a long cardboard box into the living room, dumping its contents all over the floor. The pieces clatter against the wood and a bag of nails clinks heavily as it falls out of the box.

“What?” 

She pulls out of her phone and snaps a quick photo of the mess piled in front of the couch.

“Are you gonna build that by yourself?” 

Aubrey snorts. 

Azzi frowns in response. “Wow, you guys don’t think I can do it?” 

“It’s not about whether you can do it,” Aubrey says. “I just know you won’t be.” 

“Why not?” Allie asks. “I believe in you, Azzi.” 

“Aww, thank you Allie. It’s nice to know at least somebody believes in me.” The apartment door opens then and Paige enters, with Jana close behind. Paige is carrying a drill and it whirs loudly when she holds it up in the air and presses the trigger. 

“Aight, where’s this shelf?” 

She looks only a little confused when everyone laughs.

“See! I told y’all Azzi ain’t building no shelf.” Aubrey cackles.

“But I could if I wanted to!” Azzi protests. “Tell them, Paige.” 

“Of course, baby.” Paige walks over, smacking a kiss to the side of Azzi’s head. “She just doesn’t wanna fuck up her nails.” 

That statement just leads to another round of jokes before Paige and Jana get to work on putting together the piece of furniture.

Barely an hour passes, with little actual progress being made, before most of the girls step out of the apartment to grab dinner. Only Paige and Azzi stay behind, with Paige claiming that she’ll have the shelf finished by the time they’re back because they had been too distracting.

“Ow! Fuck!” 

Azzi feels her heart drop into her stomach. She drops the instruction manual she had been glancing through and nearly sprints the few steps to where Paige is bent over holding her hand. 

“Paige?!” 

Azzi reaches over and clasps her hands over Paige’s.

“What happened?! I told you to be careful with the drill!” 

She holds her breath as she peels Paige’s fingers apart, steeling herself for a bloody mess. But Paige is just fine. The skin of her hands is smooth, flawless. Azzi looks up to find Paige with a wide grin on her face, shoulders shaking not from pain, but from laughter. 

“Ugh!” Azzi pushes at Paige’s shoulder, hard. “Asshole!” 

Paige laughs harder, catching Azzi’s hand and pulling her in close and wrapping her arms around her waist. They’re pressed so tightly together that she can feel how Azzi’s heart is still racing.

“Damn, you were really worried, huh.” Her tone is teasing, but her eyes are soft as she strokes a hand along Azzi’s lower back.

Azzi pouts. But she still puts her arms around Paige’s neck when Paige presses a kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I just thought it would be kinda funny.”

“You’re lucky I think you’re so cute.” Azzi scoffs, but she’s smiling anyways when Paige leans in to kiss her. 

The shelf is not done by the time the rest of the girls get back.

[petrichal]

Look, I really love KobyLu, but specifically KobyLu where Koby is a marine and Luffy is a pirate and nothing else, because I LOVE seeing how people handle Koby's inner conflict while also maintaining his dream in canon.

Lead this up with Luffy being himself; he's not fazed by what other people think of their relationship, doesn't give two shits about it, but he's emotionally intelligent-- he goes along with Koby's insistence that they talk away from prying eyes (and isn't it such a pirate thing to do, to duck and hide and whisper under the canopy of leaves, to steal away treasure under the dead of night? Luffy's selfish and possessive of those he loves, so he's gleeful that there's a world where he can see a side of Koby no one else can), and *absolutely no one* would think to ask Luffy about love or dating so it's all the more easier for him to not slip his secret, this back-and-forth meeting with a marine upstart, the first person he had met from when his journey had just begun.

And as time goes on, they both get stronger, monsters in their own right and maybe more distant. But Koby's a sap so every time he sees Luffy on the newspaper after a dangerous stunt, he thinks he's so reckless but he thinks it with such endless admiration and pride that he thinks his heart might just burst. (On the same stretch of ocean, Luffy sees news of Koby too, rising up in ranks after each new exploit and his excitement grows because Koby's gonna be an Admiral and one day, he's gonna have to chase Luffy too. and if he's going to replace one of those shitty Admirals in office, well, then that's a bonus as well.)

If anyone asks them why they keep looking at the newspapers, always staying at the same page and on the same picture, Koby would deflect. He's selfish in that way too; the longer he stayed with the Marines, the more he knew he had to act against the corruption within, and he wasn't about to ruin his career by claiming he's been seeing the future Pirate King in secret. There was also that promise he made to Luffy, something about "catching him eventually" that Koby should've probably thought about harder in hindsight but remembering Luffy's sunny grin made his admission all the more worth it.

(and Helmeppo would sigh, because he's been with this idiot for 2 years and while he can't see what the hell Koby's been seeing in Luffy, if he sees even a trace of that ratty straw hat on the front page of the news, he's gonna pass it to Koby.)

Luffy, though. Luffy is loud. To people close to him- his crew, his trusted allies- he'd yap their ears off about this shy marine guy with incredible tenacity and potential for power and everyone goes woah so you know him? he's a friend? he's your WHAT and he laughs because no one really asked him before and wow, this really is everyone's first time hearing about this, huh?

(and Law knows Koby- Koby the Hero, who was around during the Rocky port incident- and he turned towards the Strawhats with a questioning, alarmed stare only to be met by the same look. Secret brothers, and now a lover?, they'd mutter under their breaths. Zoro though, he looked like he was simply being told what the day was and raised an eyebrow as if it was no big deal. As if he knew already. what the fuck?)

So when Marine Captain Koby comes to visit (under the pretext of wanting to arrest Luffy), waving his hands like he was greeting a friend rather than an enemy, wide smile on his face to match Luffy's, the crew leans back and sighs, and let him chase their captain all around whatever island they'd be docked at at the time.

And, well, if they happen to settle by the shore after that, entangled limbs and hushed talks of dreams, the world, of what lies after holding hands and chaste kisses- that's Koby and Luffy's business entirely.

[possiblylando]

HTP 5.1 thoughts after first watch

wow what an episode jeez so this is our first major set up for a future arc huh? I wonder if it'll end up dragging D-Clan into it or if it'll just be a Kevin & Guy adventure? I could see it going either way. Potentially since Door and Boy have been split off at O'Tolleys they could join? Make this is a weird 4 group adventure but I don't know if Door actually knows if Kevin is alive?? Ahem- anyway I have noticed now how heavily Chapter 2 has been leaning into Werewolf lore. Matilda (obviously) now Pentex shows up along with one of their little mutated freaks. So we have some names this time atleast but- Realizing it now, why was blue man in the intro? HE didn't even get mentioned in the episode itself. Is he related to Pentex? I've always assumed he was just some fae or vampire but the fact he got brought up in a Pentex focused episode... Odd! Anyway- just to establish everything our new characters are Palmer (He's kinda..... Hm. Yknow?)

Blair

Ross

Alright so the biggest mystery here is Palmer. He could be any number of things so we'll come back to him last. Blair is pretty easy she's clearly a human- Atleast that seems to be it. The fact guy and her are compared implies she's a ghoul which also implies Palmer is a vampire. This is probable? But I'm not sure. Ross is clearly LEMAN FUCKING RUSS wow he's back. Russ, Ross, Giant fuckin dude. Given how interested he is in the "innards" of Bennings I think we can make an assumption that he's one of D's kids. (Also the fact he's seemingly based on a Primarch like-) anyway. I think Ross here is probably a werewolf? Given Leman whole thing was the Space Wolves it's not too crazy a guess especially considering how hairy Ross is compared to literally every other man in the cast. Alright so Palmer.. He could be anything at point really? My first guess is vampire but his fangs aren't visible. It's possible he's just hiding them though. I'm not sure if Pentex would world with a vampire? Probably right? I'm not versed enough in Werewolf so lmk if you know. His weird phone trick is weird it could be some sort of technocracy gadget but I dont think just having something from the Technocracy means he's apart of them. The fact Blair seems to be a ghoul implies to me atleast that Palmer is a vampire. He's allied with the regent so- Thats where my guess lies for the time being. No clue on what clan. Also no clue what that lantern was about kinda gave me wraith vibes but it's probably not that since what good would a wraith object be to people not trying to get rid of one? Yeah no clue here someone smarter will probably cook something up. I hope we actually get to SEE the suitcase being opened instead of just being told about it later like with Kevin revealing the traitor we never actually got to see Kevin say it we're just told he said it and it bugs me just a little bit!!

Very scattered thought here hopefully this made some modicum of sense

[melkor-did-nothing-wrong]

hi!! i read your tags on your latest rb (the one about the angbang child) and idk if you posted about it in the past but i would love to hear more!! i also have my own hcs and im always interested in hearing other peoples ideas <3

(from what i read in your tags, if you dont feel comfortable talking about this, i understand, or if youd prefer, my dms are always open if you dont wanna reply publicly to this)

Ok I am going to start by apologizing for taking a long time to answer, as well as thanking you for sending the ask in the first place. I still don't know if I should answer this publicly, but after years of either being told off for it being "boring" or "not canon" or "ooc" or even seeing people leaving the conversations on read every time I mention angbang with a baby of their own, I really really do want to yap while having the opportunity of saying: "well, as you can see, someone asked, so I'm just answering! clearly that's for the asker!". So thanks for the opportunity and the encouragement. I'm going to put these events/developments in a numbered list, so you'll have an easier time asking me to elaborate on anything specific later on if you so choose. They're not perfectly coherent but it is what it is, you know?

(Also: People who think the whole concept is bad or cringe, don't interact with this post. I've been hearing this for years but if y'all are allowed to make your own fankids for literally every other ship ever, then so am I!)

First of all, I'm gonna be using terms like "having a baby" but I want to clarify it's actually weirder (and arguably sillier, depending on who you ask) than that. I am not talking about developing another person's body to birth here. I am talking about developing another spirit or soul, which will only get a body when the whole process is done. I am just using terms that will be familiar to us as people even if the process isn't identical (the same way people would sometimes talk about birds or reptiles being "born" even when everyone collectively knows they just hatch from an egg).

So obviously at the end of the WoW, the army of valinor comes over to arrest Melkor and drag him through the doors of night

Melkor immediately throws his hands up like "Nope, you guys really shouldn't kill me. I'm going to have a baby and it'd be incredibly rude of you to kill me given the circumstance"

Exhausted collective sighs. Obviously that's typical Melkor BS so we're not gonna believe that, but I suppose disproving it publicly back at home and putting an end to the bs will not be a huge amount of time wasted. whatever.

Yeah sure ok Melkor whatever you say. we can drag you back west to officially call the bluff and get rid of you there.

Drag Melkor back. Whatever. just end this farce please.

Wait. Wait what the fuck. What the fuck do you mean there actually IS a baby??? HUH???????? How come???? WHY?????

Ok fine whatever UGH you are SO annoying. Fine. you can stay in jail until you have it and we'll kill you AFTER. Whatever.

Manwe is just. Trying to ask Melkor wtf is going on. Melkor, who is having a very very bad time in prison, predictably tells his brother to flock off.

Meanwhile, Mairon, who has just learned of that development, sighs and makes an effort to get to Valinor to drag his annoying (but beloved) hubby out of there.

Shortly after Melkor has the baby and manages to configure a physical form for him, Mairon commits a few acts of terrorism around as a distraction, then shows up in front of Melkor in dragon form like "Get on, we're leaving".

They make it east, and have to start living on the run from place to place out of fear of being pursued, as well as trying to find any remaining allies.

Eventually when they realize there are most likely no immediate plans of attack or attempts to retrieve them, Melkor and Mairon decide to temporarily settle near a settlement of humans who were on Melkor's side in the war, partially because they won't be kicked out by allies and partially in hopes of discouraging Manwe from ordering any attacks due to the fear of human casualties.

What follows is a lot of trial and error in raising what is essentially an immortal Ainu who is both completely new to this world but is simultaneously technically an ancient spirit who has partial knowledge of all things but can't make sense of them.

Another part of the life they build raising a kid is Melkor having to deal with the personal trauma of basically everything and everyone else being gone- it's a significant struggle for him to go from doing whatever he wanted pretty much consequence free, while having the support of his entire court, to just sitting here with Mairon and the baby, just the three of them. He genuinely thought it would happen sooner, that their son would grow up a prince, safe as can be, surrounded by friends and be as adored by all as he himself was. Unfortunately that was not the case, and now he has to raise him very differently while knowing he'll never meet any of the people Melkor had called friends or had any sort of fondness for. You know. Because they're all dead and it's mostly his own fault.

Mairon on the other hand is less affected by it all that much. He always liked being alone just fine, he isn't exactly a huge fan of big crowds. It's difficult for him too, starting over somewhere new and knowing all the people he knew are dead, and also having to keep in mind that he might have to hop around every so often to evade his weird immortal ex-employers, but if there's anything that mf can do is dodge taxes. You're never gonna Al-Capone him. Ever. Can't put him in jail if you can't find him etc. And he's very good at not being found. He's also mostly okay with not being bothered as much. He has his own thoughts on the matter but he doesn't have the time to be an angstlord because now he's got to watch out for double the troublemaking chaotic Ainur and has to make an effort to prevent them from getting into too much trouble. Honestly it's not that different from runing a fortress, in terms of how busy he gets, if you ask him. Anyway he is very fascinated by the baby because unlike Valar (Melkor and Manwe, Yavanna and Vana, Nienna Namo and Irmo, Nessa and Orome…) Maiar are not created in sets of siblings, so Mairon is familiar in theory, but not familiar in practice, with the idea of a family unit. He doesn't entirely understand what it's like to have a connection with someone that runs this deep but he's absolutely fascinated by this little family of his.

Considering how Melkor is "No longer counted among the Valar" specifically, and considering the original plan was 15 Valar, I like to think of the kid as the Vala who will eventually gain the role of replacing Melkor. To that end, I needed an aspect for him to embody that is at least slightly similar to how I view Melkor (as an aspect of change and transformation), as something that can be associated with the creative process like Mairon, and as a bonus, something that Tolkien himself would consider at least a little bit negative. In the end I have decided to settle on that thing being Technology. It can be used creatively to innovate and streamline tedious or difficult processes, but can also be used for evil/selfish ends (especially these days…)

Last but not least, because I can't stress this enough - just because I prefer Melkor and Mairon to be loving partners to eachother and loving parents to their son, that does NOT mean they're suddenly "good" or "kind" or "redeemed" or any of the thousand other words used to describe either post first age Mairon or post fourth/whichever age Melkor. I am not opposed to the idea in general, in fact not only do I get the appeal, I even love it because I love reading about these evil little feral creatures being happy together. but to me personally just because they love their own boy and are cordial to allies who were dying for their cause during the recent war in this specific AU, it doesn't mean they're suddenly going to be good and nice and friendly towards any and every person they come across in the rest of it. In other AUs, sure, in other projects written by other people, absolutely, in other nonsense written by me, even, yeah absolutely I'll allow them to be nice. But here specifically they're still annoying evil disaster creatures who might kill any mortal for the heck of it just to see what happens. They just do it less often because they don't have a thousand Umaiar, ten thousand Orcs and a hundred dragons to back them up this time. So if they do the killing they'll have to face consequences this time, and they really wouldn't like that, so they play nice for the sake of, you know, not being murdered in their outnumbered, outmatched current state lmao.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Smokey and Liang have one kid who's the reincarnation (of sorts) of a powerful Energy based being, five kids who have strong nature powers as well as Guan Yin's blessing, a mini me of Smokey himself, two rambunctious Werewolf kids that probably have Celestial powers and (future) twins who are Liang's mini mes.

No wonder the Gods are scared, that's some army. I'm amazed any Demons even bother to mess with the pilgrimage. 😅😅

Though if there's anyone who needs to send a S.O.S to their counterparts/allies, it's the Reborn!Jade Emperor. 😂😂

referencing this post XD

Just multiple Jade Emperors on call with eachother asking for help with the monkeys.

Reborn!JE: "Please, their first born is the manifestation of positive chaos. They've adopted two of Revati's children." Netflix!JE: "You think thats bad? My monkey destroyed my palace! And now he's back on earth Multiplying!!" HeroIsBack!JE: "Sun Wukong got out??" NewGods!JE: *dial tone* 2000scartoon!JE: "Can't be too bad. I'm getting harassed every other week by demons, rogue celestials, my own rebelling staff, and Wukong himself." Reborn!JE: "Guys please. He has like nine..." *someone updates* "Wait they're what!? Oh sweet Pure Ones! They're having twins!!" LMK!Azure Lion: "Wow, I took a bad time to pick up the phone huh?"

[littlelego]

the charming hearts nation family

levi: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. ann: levi, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck. levi: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. ann: Well, I mean yeah. levi: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. ann: Wait, you just made them? levi: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. ann: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time levi.

night: lili , you need to calm down. lili , slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

gary: Why would you do that? val: Because I feel guilty. haylie: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

ann, texting king: sends a voice message king, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? ann: No, don’t worry, just listen later. later king: presses play ann's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

red: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. angie: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! red: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

ally: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. corn: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. red: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? ally, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

em: savvy, no. savvy: savvy, yes.

florian : How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? robyn: florian , it's four o'clock in the morning. florian : So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

lucky: ally, you're my best friend. ally: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. ally: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

em: How would you like your coffee? red: As dark as my soul. em: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

Cop: What are your names? ann: Don't tell them, red. Cop, writing: red… ann: Crap. red: Nice going, ann. Cop: red: Uh oh.

florian : Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. jr: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… lego: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. kate: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. lucky: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. lili : Mental stability, my old friend! florian : Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

gray: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! lego: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? grayy: What? No! What has orion been telling you? orion, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

In a group chat kenny: A pegan just flew into my window. savvy: Pegan? em: A what? lili : Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. lego: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! lili : Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. lego: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. jr: the disease is soreading

[tragically-jane-doe]

I FORGOT THERES NEW EPISODES FUCK

In-a 💖💖💖💖 Thanx for finally looking out for your lil sis

Oh yeah I forgot our man is in a house fire

Get your twink ass outta my house

I'm so happy about in-a being in hee-joo corner my girl needed another ally

Fuck these parents

I'm sorry I can't get over how they're clearly in PJs but sa-eon mom is rocking around in heels

Thank God they were just red herring us in EP 8

The driving pass scene is just so fucking silly

Sang woo in the corner sad eyeing his first love holy shit

"Tell me how to hate you" "tell me how not to love you" continues to be lines that BREAK me

Hee-joo is really like every girl having a lil melt down in the bathroom

I too like to do gorey lil crafts Mr og sa-eon

Okay grandpappy go off

If this man starts over explaining how maybe he might not actually be paik sa-eon and hee-joo is just that's been known I will be so happy please

Sa-eon having to be nice to sang woo now that he saved him im loving it

Nah idk if she's obsessed enough she only sent like 100 txts and a millon voice mails

How much do you think he wanted to start kicking his feet twirling his hair when he saw all the texts and VM

IGRL YOU CANT JUST DISAPPEAR HES GONNA LEAVE THE HOSPITAL LOOKING FOR U

In-a baby girl what Cha doinggg

I TOLD YOU HEE-JOO I TOLD YOU

"I've lived because of you, ive endured because of you" is quickly taking second place

Dw babe ik still insanely downbad for you

Guys I think they like eachother

such a fucking baddie here to cause some mischief

THOSE ARTS AND CRAFTS ARE LOVELY

I love Sang woo and Yu-ri dynamic

Never knew stalking your wife could be hot huh

SIR THAT IS DOUBLE STANDARD LET HER STALK YOU

Poor Mr Kang HE JUST CARES SO MUCH

Hee-joo watch out Mr kang is coming for your mans

HER DAD DOING THE SIGHS WHILE WATCHING AHHH HES SO PROUD

The traumaaaa

OH MY GOD WE WERE RIGHT

Stop they're so fucking cute it's sicking

REAL SA-EON GETTING HIS ASS BEAT TODAY

MY BOY MR KANG GOT RANCID VIBES FROM THIS MOFO

NVM Do-jae is a lil bitch who doesn't understand he's dealing with a actual sociopath

ITSA TRAP MY BOY A TRAP

Peek a boooo my boo

WHY DO-JAE WHY DID YOU START THIS

Ooooh honey sweetie baby child Do-jae DO-JAE BAYBE

Rip my psycho dude

Oh damn he's been at this for ages

Goddamn mommy dearest much

HE'S KILLED CHILDREN AS A CHILD MAAM

I don't like agreeing with sa-eon dad but the man's has a point

Cool he's not dead TIME TO REPENT FOR YOUR SINS SWEETIE

Hes not angry just disappointed

Oh sang woo baby going thru the trenches

Wouldn't it be crazy if all of this could've been avoided if the real sa-eon didn't get seen by the lil brother

HEE-JOO GETTING HER BACK BONE

Did this mother fucker send his own DNA report to in-a just so he could marry hee-joo Jesus Christ

Yes ma'am push his ass down

Eeeeeeeee

Again this man wants her to dom him so bad

He's such a fucking idiot I love him

HES CRYING FUCK

Y'all im losing it THEYRE SO LAME AND IN LOVE

DID EVERYONE KNOW HEE-JOO COULD TALK IN THIS FAMILY JESUS CHRIST

I still can't tell if the step daddy is trash or not?

NVM he's showing up with a gun to a memorial I'm gonna say he isnt

But like he isn't great either but better than sa-eon parents at least

Hee-joo baby girl where r u u can't be dead just no theres like 2 more episodes

Ty Mr reporter man I love you

Wow everyone finding out that they're married like this damn

They cliff hanger me again fuck

I WAS BORN TO MEET YOU

They really pulled no punches huh

I'm sorry where's my here's what to look forward to previews?!?! HOW AM I TO COPE

I know she's not dead but I would like to see her not being dead

Anyways happy new years

[kingofmyheart-19]

Begin Again - chapter 3

Alex POV

"Why are you so nervous?" Taylor asks me.

I jump up and down, "I'm not nervous. I'm excited."

"Excited that your crush is coming?" She teases.

I groan, "I should've never told you."

"Well, I mean you were gushing about your morning yesterday at the meeting. You wouldn't shut up about it." She says.

I punch her shoulder.

She raises her hands in surrender, "Hey, I'm happy for you. I want to meet her."

I nod, "You all will eventually. I just have to take this slow because we have kids and because, well-"

"Because what?" She asks.

I sigh, "She's a widow. Her wife died like six months ago."

Her eyes widen, "Whoa. Like whoa."

I bob my head, "Yeah. So I'm really taking it slow."

She claps my shoulder, "Well, it'll all work out. Will you point her out to me?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah."

We walk out and get onto the pitch.

We start warming up and I look around in search of Charlie, who I find quickly.

I then look next to her and see Mack and Riley.

I smile and wave to which they return.

I turn around and we finish warming up.

I quickly jaunt over, "Hi my Charlie!"

"Hi momma! Look! Riley and her momma are here!"

I smile and glance over at Mack and Riley.

"They are, huh? Goodluck kiss?"

She nods and my dad holds her over so that I can kiss her.

I walk to Mack and Riley.

"Hi, Alex!" Riley says.

I chuckle, "Hi! Have fun, yeah? See you guys after?"

They nod, "Go get 'em!"

I smile and jog away, into the locker room.

'Butterflies.’

Mack POV

"Okay. Spill. You like her." I turn with wide eyes to my mom.

I gulp then sigh and nod.

"Mom, I miss Ally still so much. She was the best thing that happened to me, gave me Riley. I don't even know if I'm ready, but Alex- I don't know how to explain it, she's funny, caring, and she has a way of making me spill my guts."

"She makes you feel safe just like Ally did." My mom says.

I look up, "I just don't know if I'm ready or if Ally would want that."

My mom kisses my head, "Ally would want you to be happy. To have someone to take care of you and Riley."

I sniffle and wipe my eyes, "I know you're right."

"Mack, you've been so strong through all of this. Time to let someone in to help take care of you."

I nod, "Thanks, mom."

We watch as the game gets started.

"I guess I'm going to have to learn about soccer." I say.

My mom laughs, "Just like you learned about football for Ally."

"Football still confuses me, Ally gave up on me understanding years ago. I just started cheering when she did."

My mom laughs, "Oh, I know."

The game goes on and I watch as Alex gets a pass from another player, turns, and kicks it into the back of the net.

"Mommy! Alex scored!" Riley shouts.

"She did!" I smile.

I clap and the half gets called.

"Riley! Did you see my momma score?! She always points at me!"

"That's so cool, Charlie!" Riley says and I smile.

"Can you come play after the game?" Charlie asks.

"Yeah!" Riley says and looks at me.

I smile and nod, "If it's okay with Alex, baby."

She nods and goes back to talk with Charlie.

The game resumes and continues on back and forth and finally finishes.

I watch as Alex walks over, "Hey."

"Hey superstar." I say and watch as she bites her lip.

"Momma! Time for Charlie to play!"

Alex chuckles, "Yeah, baby, it's your turn."

She reaches out and grabs her, setting her down.

"Riley come too?" Charlie asks.

Alex looks at me and I shrug.

"You want to go play with Charlie?" I ask Riley.

She smiles and nods.

"Okay. Are you sure?" I ask Alex.

She smiles, "Yeah, here. Come here, Riley."

I smile and feel butterflies in my stomach as Alex grabs her and sets her next to Charlie, the two taking off.

Alex looks at me and smiles, "See you in a bit."

She jogs to catch up to them, getting a ball on the way.

"Wow, that's- she seems really sweet."

I turn to my mom, "She's something, that's for sure."

I watch as Alex puts Charlie on her shoulders and scoops up Riley, then starts signing autographs.

"You're staring, honey."

I shake my head and look at my mom.

I smile, "How can I not stare at that? Riley is so comfortable with her already. It's like she-"

"Fits."

I nod, "Yeah, exactly."

They walk around and then come back, "Mommy! I signed an auto-a uh- what was it called, Alex?"

Alex laughs, "An autograph."

Riley nods, "Yeah! That!"

I chuckle, "Did you have fun?"

"So much fun. Can Charlie and I play?"

I laugh, "Oh yeah, Riley and Charlie wanted to play after your game."

She smiles widely, "Definitely. I need some food though."

"I can grab some sandwiches from this deli I love and meet at the park?" I ask.

"Yum! Yes, please."

I feel a nudge and look at my mom.

I sigh, "Also, Alex, this is my mom, Karen. Mom, Alex."

My mom smiles, "Nice to meet you, Alex. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

Alex's eyes widen, "Uh- yes? Yes, yes you will."

I smile and nod, "Okay then. We will see you at the park."

I grab Riley and watch as she hands Charlie over to who I assume is her mom.

I wave and watch as she heads to the locker room.

'Oh, I'm in deep.'

Alex POV

"Momma! Where's Riley?" Charlie asks from the swing.

I smile, "She's coming, baby."

She accepts that answer and I keep pushing her swing.

Shortly after, "Charlie!"

I turn and see Riley running towards the swing with Mack not far behind, carrying a bag.

I smile as Riley crashes into me, "Alex, can I swing too?"

I nod, "Sure."

I scoop her up and put her in the swing next to Charlie, alternating between pushing them.

"Hey, sorry, that took forever." Mack says.

I smile, "It's okay."

She smiles back at me and shakes her head, "Okay, so I got you a vegan sandwich, they told me it's really good, so I have to trust them, but if you hate it, I can go get something-"

"How'd you know I was vegan?"

She stops, "Uh, what?"

I smile when her ears turn red, "I asked how you knew I was vegan."

"Uh, um, okay. So I'm not creepy, I swear. Although, sometimes Ally would say I do weird things that if you didn't know me, would constitute as creepy-"

I laugh out loud.

She lets out a breath, "I kinda looked at your Instagram."

My eyes widen, "Really?"

She nods, "Yeah. Which how can you be vegan, but you ate pancakes yesterday?"

I laugh, "I'm mostly vegan. So like 80% of the time, I eat vegan, I leave room for real food."

She smiles, "Oh."

I nod, "But let's go back to the creepy thing-"

"Let's not! Here, eat!" She says quickly.

I chuckle as she shoves a sandwich into my hand.

"By the way, I want to know your insta handle."

Her ears become redder, "Uh, okay."

"So adorable." I mumble.

"What did you say?" She asks.

"Uh, nothing!" I shove the sandwich in my mouth.

I moan, "Holy shit, this is good."

"Momma! You said a swear!" Charlie says.

My eyes widen.

"That's a dollar, momma." She continues.

I swallow, "Uh, yup. You're right, baby."

I hear Mack stifle a laugh and I turn to glare at her.

She raises one hand in defense and shoves her sandwich in her mouth with the other.

I continue eating and we both push the girls on their swings.

"So, you're like really good." Mack says.

I smile, "Thanks. I've definitely changed as a player."

She nods, "You evolved."

I nod, "Yeah."

"I'll need to watch some old games of yours so I can compare." She says.

My eyes widen.

"You uh, don't need to do that." I say.

"I want to. I like learning, remember?"

I smile, "Yeah, I remember."

"Momma! We want out!" Charlie says.

"Please?"

"Please, momma! Riley and I want to go play on the slide."

I nod, "Okay."

We take them out and watch as they run to the slide.

I walk to a bench and sit down, Mack sitting next to me.

"So-"

"I-"

We both start and I smile, "You go."

She lets out a breath, "I- I've only known you really for like a week, I mean quite honestly, two days."

I nod.

"But I feel this connection, this something, and I can't describe it. I haven't like had this teenager like crush since Ally and I don't even know if I'm like fully ready, but I like you."

My eyes widen, "You like me?"

She stares at me and recounts her words, "Yep. Yes. That's what I said?"

I smile, "I like you too."

She looks down and plays with the ring on her finger.

I grab her hand, "We can go slow. Like as slow as you want or as fast as you want. I don't care."

She looks up at me and nods, "I'm like waiting for a sign from her. That it's okay to have feelings for someone else. I know that sounds insane, but-"

"It's not insane. You're always going to love her. She's always going to have a piece of your heart. I can share."

I see tears in her eyes and reach up to wipe them.

"Wow, my mom was right."

I chuckle, "Right about what?"

"You're sweet." She says.

I smile and nod, "Well. Can I take you on a date?"

She laughs, "Definitely. When?"

"Friday."

She smiles and pulls my hand to her lips, "Friday, it is."

Mack POV - Friday

I look in the mirror and fidget with my blazer.

'Ugh, Alex is like gorgeous and here I am.'

I shake my head.

"Mommy?"

I turn and see Riley who crashes into my legs.

"Hi, Riley bear."

"Where you going tonight, mommy?"

I smile and pull her up with me to sit on the bed.

"I'm going out with Alex."

She nods, "You guys going to have fun?"

I smile, "I hope so."

"You and momma used to go out. Are you going out with Alex like momma?" She asks.

I sigh.

I kiss her head, "Is that okay, Ry?"

She looks down, "I miss momma."

I squeeze her, "I miss her too, baby. Every day."

"We're not replacing momma?"

"Never, baby. Momma will always be your momma. She's watching over us. She just wants us to be happy."

She looks at me, "I like Alex."

I smile, "I like her too."

"And I like Charlie."

I kiss her head, "Charlie is cool."

"Want you to be happy, mommy." Riley says.

I kiss her head, "I will be. We both will be."

I hear the doorbell ring.

"That's Alex, mommy!"

She gets up and sprints out of my room.

I pick up the picture off of my nightstand.

"Hey babe. I will always love you. Always. I hope you like Alex. She's beautiful, just like you. She will probably keep me together, just like you. I'll be okay."

I look at my rings and pull them off.

I grab a chain off of my nightstand and slip them on, then put it over my head.

"Always, babe."

I stand up and walk downstairs.

I hear Riley giggling and see Alex tickling her.

"Whoa." I whisper.

She smiles, "Whoa yourself. Ready?"

I nod, "Okay, Riley. Be good, yeah? I'll be home later. I love you."

She reaches for me and I give her a hug, kissing her cheek.

"Did you check the closet for monsters?" She asks.

I nod, "Yup, I scared them all away."

She kisses my cheek, "Love you, mommy."

I set her down and she takes off.

"Bye mom!" I call.

"Bye honey! Bye Alex!"

We walk out the front door and Alex grabs my hand.

I pull her to a stop, "You look beautiful."

She smiles and leans in, kissing my cheek.

"So do you."

I feel my face heat up and she chuckles, squeezing my cheeks.

We get to her car and start driving.

'First date.'

[thatbanditqueen]

Basic Training Ch 3

A response to the prompt: "You're staring." Thanks to my harem cohort @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally @powerofelvis and @whositmcwhatsit

Summary: Bess heads to the dance the Morale, Welfare and Recreation Committee for the 37th armored tank division is throwing, and manages to avoid dancing with the most notorious soldier on post, who cannot seem to take his eyes off her.

Warnings: None! Wait, kissing. Swear words. This may be the slowest burn yet. Probably typos, I wrote about 1K words over the last three days and then the rest in a fever dream. So.... may not make sense. Also I am pretty sure the first phase of basic training would not have them in tanks yet, but....I am playing fast and loose with Army life in this one.

Word Count: 5. 3 K

This is my newest WIP, please like, comment, reblog and tag and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You can catch up on the previous chapters here

Basic Training Chapter 3: Just Kiss Me

Saturday, April 5, 1958

7:30 p.m.

The Schwartz Residence, Killeen

Just as her shoe hit the bottom stair, Bess realized she had left her lipstick in her room and was turning back around to grab it when she saw Kay sitting in the living room, dressed in a pink cocktail dress. Her puffy crinoline skirt was gathered in a heap around her as she shifted in place, adjusting her pearl necklace.

“Um, where do you think you are going?”

Kay looked up, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she eyed the tight, fitted sheath dress Bess was wearing. She smiled at how the white sequins and embroidered red flowers glowed iridescent in the dim light and whistled low.

“Who are you dressing up for? The guy who you snuck in last weekend?”

“What makes you think there’s a guy, Katherine, honestly. I don’t sneak men into our house.”

“Uh huh,  so you’re all gussied up in your favorite dress just for a bunch of enlisted soldiers?”

Kay grabbed her purse and followed her sister to the door.

“Why are you being weird Bess, I always come with you? You’ve been going to army dances since you were sixteen. I’m about to graduate, plus, I told Dickey I’d meet him there.”

Bess sighed, thinking of Kay’s latest boyfriend. She supposed that she should be happy because he seemed like a harmless nerd, and, according to the files she had pulled on him, was not married, inbred or bankrupt.

“I just - we - I didn’t invite you to this dance because it’s an enlisted platoon. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wow, you must really like who ever it is, if you don’t want me to see you with him. Too bad. Dori called earlier and told me to come. She’s been trying to reach you all day, by the way.”

Bess locked the door, and they got into her car.

“Can you believe her date?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Of course, then it all made sense why you guys would be messing around with an enlisted tank unit. How did Dori even get involved with their MWR Committee.”

Bess rolled up her skirt so she could comfortably drive, and shifted into reverse, arching her eye bow at her younger sister as she did.

“How do you think? She asked to be reassigned to it two weeks ago.”

“Man oh man, she really is lucky. I wonder if we’ll all get to dance with Elvis?”

“Look, Kay, they sent out a memo to everyone, do NOT make a spectacle over Private Presley. Just act like he’s any other solider”

“Of course Bessie bushka. I’m on my best behavior.”

Bess looked Kay in the eyes as they pulled through the base gate.

“I am just going because I told Dori I would, I don’t wanna stay too late. So maybe Dickey Rooney can drive you home if you wanna swing all night?”

“Yeah, sure, ja volt. You don’t have to be ein klafte, Elisabet.”

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The tight cloth of her dress didn’t have much give, and Bess regretted her choice as she tried to keep up and hold on as she danced

“Look, this is tactical move that requires delicate maneuvers—”

“I’m not spiking the punch, Jim.”

Bess huffed and got into her rhythm as they kept up with the band’s rendition of “Tutti Fruity.”  If she let her self relax and swing into each step, it was almost like old times when she, Jim and Ben used to go out dancing in Austin or Killeen and she’d take turns dancing with her fiancee and his best friend all night. They had been the three musketeers. But that was last year, when she had a fiancee. And a different future peering back at her from her crystal ball.

The music brought her out of her silent reverie, and Bess looked to her where the band was performing on stage. The lead singer’s voice reverberated through the building, echoing up into the tin ceiling and back down again, making the room buzz with energy. There were six people in the all-Black Flapjacks: drums, guitar, bass, trumpet and then a male and female vocalist. The men wore matching silver dinner jackets and black bow ties, and the beautiful, Black woman had on a gorgeous silver dress with tulle flowers at the bust.

Bess took a deep breath, her attention shifted back to Jim, whose hands were always steady, but never needy. She was grateful he had agreed to come when she called last night and asked. A year ago they had spent almost all their free time together. Stalwart, an honorable prankster, Jim wasn’t shipping out to the Army Intelligence station in Heidelberg for another two months and Bess wondered if their friendship would end. If Ben’s new German wife would win him over and, like his friend before him, Jim would forget all about the last three years of shared adventures and promises of a lifelong friendship. Men mean it in the moment, Bess thought, I suppose women do to. Forever. What a meaningless word. How can we plan forever when we cannot know the future? The song ended and Jim escorted her off to the side. She looked for her sister, and found her swaying with her beau towards the back, hands clasped together between the lock-eyed look of first love.

“I forgot how good a dancer you are, Schwartz. And in that dress, whoowee! You’re a knock out tonight.”

“You can cut the flattery, Jameson, still not spiking the punch.”

“S’not flattery, how dare you insinuate that I would be disingenuous? You look good all dolled up, s'nice to see you this way. It’s almost like fun Bess is back, though a year ago she wudda helped me spike the punch.”

He took out his large, dark leather flask and handed it to her after taking a nip. Bess’ face scrunched up in distaste as the vodka burned down her throat, but she greedily held on and took another long drink.

“A year ago I didn’t work here, I was just hanging out with some of the reprobates from the German language division. Now it would be bad form for a Front Office secretary to spike the punch.”

“Look around, Bessie, this crowd needs to relax. They’re alllllll keyed up waiting for that Hound Dog.”

Jim was right, a heightened sense of anticipation pervaded the warehouse, even the strings of colorful paper lanterns seemed to sway with anxious excitement above them. Bess looked over at the big bowl of punch, next to the trays of deviled eggs, brisket sliders, the lime jello mold filled with seafood salad, pineapple upside down cake and more. She was sizing up the punch and checking her breath as they waited for the next song when she heard a wave of hushed murmurs ripple through the large room and turned to see Elvis, Dori and a few other soldiers in dress uniform enter the dance together. Bess’ eyes narrowed as Elvis’ looked at her.

Jim followed her gaze, then met Bess’ eyes.

“There he is, as handsome as he looks in the movies.”

Bess’ grimace could have cut through glass as she turned to her friend and elbowed him.

“Not you too?”

“What, art thou so high above us mere mortals that you don’t find Elvis Presley attractive, Schwartz? To gouache for a scholar like you?”

“It’s Private Presley now. And I’m not made of marble, Captain. Of course I recognize his attractive features. He just isn’t my type.”

She sniffed, and grabbed the flask from inside Jim’s uniform, the breath coming out of her nose forcefully as she drank a long draught.

“I’ve met him, actually, already. I was there.” Bess took another drink, tipping the flask back again and noticing that the liquid didn’t burn so much this time. “When he asked Dori out. I’m happy for her.”

Elvis and Dori began walking toward them, and Jim noticed how Bess’ stance changed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, suggesting that she what felt was the opposite of 'happy for Dori.'

“Well, I was at the press conference his first day here, at least four reporters asked if he has a girlfriend. Said he was playing the field so many times, sounded like a broken record.”

Bess straightened as she watched Elvis’ hand tighten around Dori’s waist and push under her bust while the blonde leaned into it and introduced Elvis to some of the eager MWR committee members who had stopped them.

“Yeah, that would be the alternate version of Hound Dog, it’s on the B side.”

Jim chuckled at Bess’ joke, but she didn’t notice, she was busy watching the Hound Dog himself, and caught Elvis glance over at her and give a little nod before his lips bent into a smirk. She realized she was frowning and plastered a big smile on her face. Jim watched this exchange with interest as Bess turned back when he spoke.

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Definitely not your type.”

Bess scowled and whispered for him to stop as Elvis, Dori and another soldier approached them.

“Why Captain Daniels, how nice to see ya over at this little ol’ dance for the 37th, are you Bess’ date ta night? Or sneaking in to try and meet you-know-who?”

Dori giggled and playfully tapped Elvis’ chest. In case, you know, they didn’t get whom she was referencing.

Jim nodded and shook his hand to stop Elvis and the other soldier from saluting him.

“Oh, neither, actually, I’m just here to make sure Schwartz doesn’t spike the punch.”

“Don’t believe a word the Captain here says. This is a great introduction, by the way. Captain Daniels, meet Private Presley, you know Doreen of course, and then, well, I cannot say we’re acquainted.”

The liquor had loosened Bess up and she giddily put out her hand to the other soldier, as Elvis fiddled with the blue dress uniform cap under his right arm and took charge of the conversation.

“This is Rexadus, I mean, uh, Private Mansfield, he’s in the 37th wit me, another Mephisss boy, we were inducted ta gather, actually." Now Elvis was turning his hat over and examining it, speaking with confidence, almost as if from a script he had rehearsed in his head. "He’s a solid, solid, guy. He really is. Guess I’m lucky, since he’s spending all his time stuck in a metal box with my ass - I mean stuck with my behind.”

Rex her shook their hands with tight, swift grip and a warm smile. Jim raised his eyebrows at Bess.

“And how do you find the Army, so far, Privates?”

“Well, it was easy ta find, just follow all the tanks.” Elvis  smiled and  looked down. “Nah, well, speaking’ jus for me, I mean, I was real honored when President Eisenhower sent me an invitation to this here costume party, and all the boys are real nice."

There was that scripted voice again, Bess mused. She had seen under the hood and Elvis' attitude toward being drafted had not struck her as honored and grateful.

"It’s not easy, golly, I tell you, it’s really whooping my - uh - caboose. But I never felt I earned my supper so well, that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Dori giggled like Elvis was the wittiest man in the world, but he barely noticed, his eyes were focused on Bess and she coughed, uncomfortably. It was hard not stare back. She almost forgot to breathe, and exhaled deeply as she forced herself to look over at the band.

Her eyes trailed over to the food, and she looked back at Elvis with concern, knowing he rarely actually went to the mess hall. He had been meeting her at her back stairwell every evening at 5:15, opening her car door and getting in without even asking. As if it were his own car and sliding across her seat was the most normal thing in the world. It actually did seem normal now, and had become part of her daily routine these last three days. They sat there in their own private enclave, and every time, as he laid his head between her thighs and rubbed her waist, she told him that they were just friends hanging out. Yesterday they’d talked past dinner hours and she’d ask him if he didn’t want to go to get food, prompting Elvis to share how someone had yelled out in line at him Monday, asking if he missed his teddy bears, and he hadn’t gone back since. Sergeant Norwood’s wife, apparently, was providing him with a loaf’s worth of peanut butter sandwiches every night. But that wouldn’t have happened this evening and Bess thoughtfully looked over at the food table.

“You must be hungry. All of you, I mean.” Bess stuttered, trying not to stare at Elvis, which, for some reason, backfired, because consciously trying not to made her think about him even more and she failed horribly at being able to stray from his blue eyes for very long. “Because you just got here. Of course.”

Dori smiled and took this as her cue to play hostess and lead Elvis away to the refreshments.

“Yes, of course, of course, y’all must be hungry, doing those tank exercises all day. I made the seafood dip over there in the jello mold, it’s a recipe from Ladies’ Home Journal, you simply must try it and tell me what you think.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t, don’t eat seafood.”

“The brisket is pretty good.” Bess chimed in.

Dori smiled even deeper.

“Hmm, well, I suppose it’s probably ok for a Yankee like ya self, Bess honey.”

She pulled her arm tighter around Elvis, leading him to to the brisket as Bess heard her say, “Personally, I find Millie’s brisket a little bland and dried out, but come on, you’re a growin’ boy, need to refresh ya energy.”

Dori’s giggle trilled back as she walked him away and Bess frowned again when Elvis turned back over his shoulder, clearly grinning deeper as he took in Bess’ eyes following him.

She made small talk with Rex, mentioning how the last time she had heard this band, The Flapjack’s, they had played all of Elvis’ big hits and there had been none tonight.

“He bribed them.”

Rex whispered, looking over at where Elvis and Dori stood, as she fed him a deviled egg and then a brisket slider, sticking her finger in his mouth to lick the barbecue sauce off. Her high laugh echoed all throughout he warehouse, prompting Bess to roll her eyes.

“Bribed them?”

“Yeah,” Rex continued. “Not to play ‘Hound Dog,’ not to play any of ‘em. And he bought cases of cigarettes for all the guys in our unit. He wants to make sure tonight is nice, smooth, and normal. As it can be for him, I suppose.”

Before she had the opportunity to inquire further Bess was distracted by the band as they started up a new song, a rendition of Johnny Mathis’ “Chances Are,” and she watched Dori squeal that she loved this song.

 Bess smiled at Rex.

“Well Private, want to cut a rug?”

He hesitated. “Uh, I think -" he looked over at Elvis, who was making his way to the corner of the dance floor. “Probably better if I don’t, gonna go check out the chow.”

“C’mon, you little Yankee, I’ll dance with you, even if you have no taste in brisket.” Jim took her hand and raised his eyebrow. “By the way, Elvis Presley is in love with you Bess.”

“Stop it, Jameson.”

“Did you see how his buddy hardly touched you?”

“How would he know? These boys don’t talk about their crushes in their bunks at night. ‘Sides,he is here with a date.”

“Oh fooey! Elvis doesn’t have to tell him anything, all Rexadus, or anyone need do, is clock how that boy looks at you and, man, that’s all she wrote. You don’t dance with another soldier’s girl, it’s the code. Dori doesn’t stand a chance, honey, he’s just too polite to turn her down. I bet his mama is just like her. Which is probably why he likes you.”

Bess gave him a stare.

“Ok, maybe not exactly like Dori. I cannot see the good Mrs. Presley making you go all the way to Dallas so she can dress shop at the boutiques. They were share croppers, right?”

Bess nodded at Jim as she swayed with him, attempting very hard not to look over at where Elvis and Dori slowly danced.

“Something like that. Very very poor. But Jim, you dance with me, and I was your friend’s girl for two years.”

“That’s different Bess, I hate most women.” Jim looked back over at Rex and his voice trailed off. "Most people, actually. You are saving me from all the eager beavers here looking to snag an officer as a husband.”

“Well, looking around, some of them would probably settle for snagging just a night with an officer.”

They laughed and Jim led her around the dance floor in perhaps the most chaste slow grip of any of any officer or gentleman that danced a slow dance that evening.

The song ended, and the band kept going with their version of Sam Cooke’s hit “You Send Me.”

Bess could not help herself, and found her eyes move to watch Dori press her cheek to Elvis’ and it made Bess’ stomach clench inadvertently. Elvis’ eyes locked on hers while he pulled Dori tighter to him, tilting his head with a smirk. Something in his eyes told Bess he could tell how much she envied her girlfriend, a fact she refused to even concede to herself as she looked away, scanning the room for her sister. To her dismay, Kay was now kissing her dweeby young lieutenant toward the back of the warehouse, not so much dancing as staggering back and forth in place.

Hitting someone’s shoulder, Bess turned to apologize until she saw Elvis had moved Dori right behind them. She stepped hard on Elvis’ foot, then apologized loudly and profusely. That didn’t get him to scout off and they remained dancing next to each other as Jim ignored Bess’s pinches at his wrists clearly signaling for him to lead her away.

“Why hello there, Moo Moo, fancy bumping into you here?”

Dori smiled big and pushed her hands further up around Elvis neck as she swayed to the rhythm.

“Moo Moo? Y’all are gonna havta tell me bout that” Dori giggled. “And look at you Bessie, honey, I just LOVE your dress.” Her eyes moved to Jim. “Y’all having fun?”

Bess stepped closer to Jim, nodding and avoiding the coy irreverence in Elvis’ dark blue eyes as she slyly tried to navigate her partner away from them. She kicked Jim’s shin to let him know that if he did not politely guide her away this very instant she would begin to kick harder.

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Leaning against the wall during a ballad, Bess found herself making a mental note that Elvis’ seemed to avoid dancing to the faster songs. During this one, he had gone off to get some punch and then started walking in her direction only to be assaulted by a troop of MWR committee members, offering him samples of the desserts they had baked as a pretext to come and talk to him. Bess smiled as one asked him to dance, then turned at Mabel’s voice, observing the rosy glow of the other secretary’s cheeks.

“Mhmmm, the punch is good tonight.”

Bess smiled, then leaned in to smell Mabel’s glass.

“How many of these have you had, Mabel?”

The older woman replied without missing a beat. “Five.”

“I’m cutting you off, I think it’s been spiked.”

“Of course it has. By me.” Mabel took her glass back, gulping the rest down with a wink. “Someone needed to liven up this funeral. Hold this for me, won’t you?” She asked, and Bess’ jaw dropped a bit as she watched Mabel cut in on Dori.

Bess wondered if Mabel still preferred Burt Lancaster to the movie star she currently leaned her head against, happily watching her colleague cozily nuzzle into Elvis tall frame. He was a good sport, joking and swaying with Mabel for a second dance,  then stepping to the side and chatting with another swarm of woman who tried to contain their eagerness as they brought him another tribute of dessert platters.

Bess danced to The Flapjacks performance of “Jambalaya,” but quit as the music turned toward more and more ballads while the night went on. It was late, the people on the dance floor seemed to have coupled up and the decorum had slowly fallen to the wayside as the senior personnel disappeared. The air fell thick with a heady, hazy lust provoked by the swell of sweet, slow rhythm and blues and the release dancing provided from the stress of barracks life. Jim had ducked out, and Bess wished she had given Kay her keys and gone with him. She managed to stay as far away from Elvis as she could through he evening, which wasn’t hard. If Dori was not monopolizing him, he only made it a few feet before another woman tapped on his shoulder. During this time, Dori had cornered her and begun drilling Bess for information, asking why she didn’t pick up her phone anymore, and what the deal was with Elvis.

“Moo Moo? Is that a nick name? Are you sure y’all are just friends? Honey, say the word, and I will be on my way. I do not throw myself at men.”

Thinking of their double date last week, Bess restrained herself from explaining that this seemed to be Dori’s primary hobby.

“I promise, it’s a silly nick name, Moo Moo is what he called his childhood cow named, get this, Bess. I’m telling you, Doreen, we’ve just accidentally stumbled into a very casual friendship.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and looked out at Elvis laughing with his dance partner.

“He's lonely, and just jives more with women. You saw him with Mabel in the office. I’m not saying I see wedding bells in your future either. But then again, Dori, you don’t want to get romantically involved with Elvis Presley, do you? I can only imagine the havoc he is going to wreak on the girls in this town once he gets his bearing and into phase two. That boy is a fast operator, so fast you don’t even know what happened and boom, you’re asking him out.”

Dori narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm. Well, honestly I don’t want to marry him, Bessie Boo. I just want to experience him. He is so soft, Bess. That jaw! And those eyes. Ufffff. And when he kisses you, oh, it’s like having lightening strike your cheek. I’m fixin’ to get more before the night is over, hopefully with my mouth.”

She winked as the song ended, and strode off to get him back. Bess had to giggle at the glare Dori shot a younger girl from the switchboard office who looked like she was about to ask Elvis to dance.

Lonely, awkward, and ready to be done, Bess rolled off the wall and told Kay she was ready to leave. Her sister politely told her to get bent, promising Dickey would drive her home. So Bess subtlety slipped out of the side door next to the stage and made her way towards her car, ambling slowly in the cool evening air. Bess found it a sweet respite from the crowded, stuffy ware house stuffy. Out here, it was peaceful, and she savored the darkness as she looked up into the black sky. The stars and moon were hidden by some clouds, and Bess tried to get lost in the murky shadows as she wandered away from the sounds of the dance. She begged the wind to tamp down the anxious buzzing in her head. It was then, when she paused in the passage way between two tall buildings, that she heard the sound of footsteps following her, and turned to see a tall, dark figure striding toward her with purposeful, swift steps. His shoulders were back and his hands were out and he slowed when he heard Bess speak.

“All dressed up and marching in a hurry, huh? Loose your parade, Tupelo?”

Elvis’ gait turned into a wide swagger and Bess stumbled into the building backing away from the force of Elvis’ magnetism. It was not a smart escape strategy because he followed in step, his hands on his waist as he looked her over.

“Al - al - always, the smart ass, huh?”

“I’ve been a smart ass my whole life, Tupelo. Try to keep up.”

Elvis shook his head, chuckling low.

“You’re staring. Stop it.”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to stare at you, shoulda worn a different dress.”

She gasped, and Elvis stepped closer, his right arm up against the wall while his left moved over her waist and he whispered into her forehead, his voice was low, teasing, almost babyish.

“Be honest, Moo Moo, did you come out here cuz you wanted me to chase you?”

Bess looked at the eaves of the building above her, she could hear the faint sound of the band back at the dance playing “The Girl Can’t Help It” and Elvis hips swayed very slowly at half time with the beat.

“Nope, I, I was leaving, actually.”

“How could you leave without dancing with me, baby. Not even once. An ya hardly even talked to me all night. Every other girl in there is ready and rearin' ta pounce on me, but you make me come chase after you?”

“I’m - I’m not like very other girl, Elvis. I’m not trying - trying to ….”

The way his thumb trailed up her arm made Bess shudder and she lost her train of thought.

“Hmmm. Not tryin’ to what, Moo, huh?”

He leaned into her ear as he spoke, and the skin on her bare shoulder prickled as his thumb rubbed over it while he whispered softly.

His voice was warm on her neck, and it reminded her of the first summer Mama drove her and Kay down to Galveston spontaneously for a week. They had stayed in a cheap motel across from the beach and enjoyed the warm Gulf water while eating fried shrimp and hush puppies and getting sunburnt. There, in the golden sun of the Texas Gulf, Bess had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to move through the world. No, standing where the sun met the surf had set her free, and she had become a wild animal dancing in the water and screaming into the waves while the sand crabs tickled her feet.

Elvis’ breath on her neck had the same effect. She felt wild, relaxed, totally at the whim of her body as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at his half-lidded eyes. She wanted to pull him close and scream into his mouth, howl at the untamed force of nature that rippled beneath his cheeks. He tightened his hand at her waist and kissed her neck, but then stepped back at her shudder.

“Ya scared not scared of me, Moo Moo, are you?”

She shook her head, but trembled as Elvis fingers feathered lightly down her arm.

“You don’t never have to be scared of me, baby, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Elvis, I -”

He kissed her neck again, murmuring into her skin. The top of his cap rubbed into her hair. “Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can jus… Talk?””

Just as Bess began to answer, she felt a light sprinkle of water on her nose and looked up as it started to drizzle down on them. The rain brought her wits back to her and she gently pushed Elvis away, feeling the water increase and her hair slip down over her face. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are here on a date with someone else, and I have to go home.” Squeezing him in a tight hug, she kissed his cheek one last time as he nodded, before removing her heels and sprinting off through the puddles to find her car.

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Bess had managed to wash her face and get her dress off before she succumbed to the extreme need for a pot of hot tea. Now she stood in her kitchen, towel drying her hair and shivering as she waited for the kettle to boil. Hearing a knock at the door, she yelled out hurrying to the front of the house.

“Kay, the door is open! Or is numbnuts a catching disorder -  shit.”

There was Elvis, hat in hand, on her front doorstep.

“Numbnuts?”

She swayed to the side, watching the back of a white Studebaker whirl around the corner. A white Studebaker very much like the one Mabel owned.

“My sister’s boyfriend is not the sharpest shooter in his platoon.” She held her robe closed as she looked down at her thin, white silk night gown. The thin matching robe didn’t do much, but she felt more decorous pulling it over herself.

“Did Mabel sneak you off post?”

Elvis grinned mischievously and strode past her into the house

“Hello to you too, Bessie, whatcha cookin, good lookin'?”

Closing the door, she shoved him as he walked backwards down the hallway.

“Don’t you hello me, what are you doing here?”

Elvis unbuttoned his jacket, and draped it around her shivering body.

“Still cold honey?” He drew her in, rubbing her shoulders. “Let me see if I can warm ya up.”

His jacket was still cozy with the heat of his body as he drew Bess into him. Breathless, she let him enclose her in his embrace, folding her arms into his chest as she lifted her chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“There she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.”

Elvis leaned down to bundle her further into him, his hands moving inside her open robe to caress the sides of her body, his nose stroking hers as she closed her eyes and whispered into his jaw.

“Elvis, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know honey.” He pulled her closer, kissing her cheek at the fold of her earlobe as Bess crushed into his.

Her mind was racing, racing the with knowledge that at any moment her 17 year old sister would come home and probably know how to work the door knob. Racing with the knowledge that her father and mother were flying back to Waco tomorrow and she needed to be rested and alert when she drove to pick them up. Racing with the knowledge that Elvis Presley was the absolutely worst choice for a romantic entanglement or fling, not just because he was famous, handsome, rich and probably already dating any number of women in Los Angeles, Memphis and God knows where else. And therefore, an unimaginable person to be seen with publicly or explain to her family.

But it was worse than that, she could already tell, from the way her mind bent towards him all through the day when he wasn’t around, and directed itself to him with an intense, buzzing focus when he was. For these reasons, she knew he would be the worst kind of all-consuming distraction that she could possible let herself get involved with right now.

Her mouth had other plans. Namely, how could it find his mouth?

“Elvis.” She mumbled as her lips brushed the nape of his neck and her hands wrapped around his body.

“Yes Bess?”

He looked down at her as she tried to find the words she wanted to say.

“I - I - I”

“I know honey, you don’t date soldiers.”

She smiled a lazy, goofy half smile.

“Mmmhmmm.”

He gripped her tighter, pinching the flesh at her sides.

“Honey, dating is not the word on my mind right now. I am not interested in asking you on a date.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I do not have no intention of driving up to your house in my pink Cadillac.”

He kissed her nose.

“I don’ wanna have to come meet ya mama and shake your daddy’s hand.”

He kissed her cupid’s bow.

“And I definitely ain’t about to take you out to fancy restaurant and buy you dinner.”

He kissed her lightly on the top of her mouth, his teeth grating over her lip.

“I do not want to date you, Bess.”

“Good, because I don’t want to date you either.”

“So don’t date me, baby. Jus kiss me.”

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[glitchy-across-aus]

Good Company

wow more character interactions? yes fight me I'm bored

“I don't know what it is about him, man! He's just so….so…ughhh.” Tyler shook her hands, strangling an imaginary person, trying to find the right words. “Punch-able?” Tsb chimed in, munching on a burger. She clapped her hands, giving him finger guns before reaching for the fries. “Yes! Yes, exactly. Punch-able. So insanely punch-able.” The duo were chilling on the roof of Three's Cafe, munching on some burgers and fries. Tyler had just started her lunch break when he arrived, suggesting that they hang out together. Since she usually spent her lunch break alone, she was pretty hesitant to actually spend it with someone. Especially someone like him. She had heard a lot from Tari and Four, the good and the bad. She didn't really have a positive or negative opinion on him, to her he was just a chaotic silly guy. She really had no idea what kind of company he'd be, and since she didn't know him that well, there really was no telling. So, reluctantly, she agreed, leading them to grab McDonald's and sneak up to the roof. Tyler sat criss-cross on the edge, and Tsb sat with his legs dangling over, resting on his hands, the food separating them. “Maybe it's the face?” Tsb asked, Four being “punch-able” seemingly the topic of interest for this hangout. “Well, no, because his face is similar to Three's-minus the facial hair, of course-but I don't wanna punch Three.” Tyler responded, grabbing another fry from the bag, her burger left untouched. “Oh, yeah. Hmm. What about his eyes? I know he's got those big old bug eyes. they kinda look like this,” Tsb said, making a big circle with his hands and bringing them to his face, mimicking Four's eye shape.Tyler laughed, covering her mouth from any food coming out accidentally. She swallowed, then swatted him playfully. “Shut up! That wasn't funny at all.” Tsb laughed also, grabbing more fries from the bag. “Yuh huh. And besides, you're the one that laughed.” He munched on the fries, pointing to her burger, mouth still full. “You gonna finish that?” She rolled her eyes, sliding the burger over to him. He took it happily, saving it for after his first one. “Anyways, I don't think it's his eyes. It's more of a…I don't know. Feeling? Like, I feel like I'm supposed to hate him, but he hasn't really done anything to me.” Tsb swallows his burger, looking over at Tyler before unwrapping the next one. “Maybe you knew someone like him. Or you knew someone that hated him. And maybe that's why you can't stand him, because someone told you to. It makes sense to me.” “Ya really think so?” Tyler asked, tilting her head to the side. Tsb nodded, still munching on his second burger. “Not gonna lie,” he said between bites, "he is very punch-able, so I don't blame you.If you need help reaching his face, I can lift you up.” Tyler laughed softly, looking over the showgrounds. “Gee, thanks. That's exactly what I need. An ally.” He smiled, finishing the burger, punching her arm softly. “Anytime, Ty.” The duo sits in silence for a while, just enjoying the sunlight on them, until Tyler's alarm goes off. “Damn. Break times over. Back to baking cakes and selling coffee.” She gets up, offering a hand to Tsb, helping him up as well. The duo make their way back down, their shoes hitting the ground with a soft thump. “Hey, thanks for lunch. It was fun.” Tyler said as they walked back around the building. Tsb just gave her a thumbs up. “Of course! Anything for a friend. I'll see ya later, right?” Tyler nodded, and the two exchanged a fist bump before heading in opposite directions. Knowing him, she'd never be eating lunch alone after today, something she kinda liked doing. Yet despite it all, she was alright with that. 

He turned out to be good company after all. 

so yeah I lied I was totally doing this again sorry I can't help it also @tiredsmashbros haiii uh me and inksy came up with a duo name for them and its BurgerBakes so idk can I have stamp of approval pleaseee/silly

[liviavanrouge]

Digi twst: Next Step

Livia: *Walks into the Common room, carrying Offmon in her arms* Guys, I've been thinking..

Ace: Yeah?

Livia: We still haven't gone to find my crest..

Deuce: WHAT?! We haven't!

Epel: I FORGOT!!

Neige: Your crest? You still haven't gotten it?

Livia: No, I haven't

Livia: My crest is Reliability...

Lalamon: OH! OH!! I SAW YOUR CREST!!

Deuce: Really?! You know where it is Lalamon?!

Lalamon: *Nods, smiling* Yeah! When I was Puppetmon, I would guard the crest area to capture any Digidestined!

Lalamon: Come on, come on! Follow me, follow!

Livia: *Hurries out after her*

Offmon: Reliability! Here we come!!

~~~

Lalamon: *Turns the corner beaming and points to the marking on the wall* Here it is!

Livia: *Steps forward surprised* Oh, I thought we'd have to struggle to get it out

Livia: How do I get my crest?

Ace: Hold the tag up to it-

Offmon: Hey, look!

Livia: *Perks up as the mark on the wall glowed*

Angewomon: I see you've found your crest and you've already done something reliable to earn it

Livia: Huh? What did I do?

Angewomon: You took the first step to know that you can't always rely on your friends to come to your rescue

Angewomon: You relied on your own strength to stop Lalamon and trusted Offmon to stop her

Angewomon: You both relied on each other, showing trust and letting the other handle a situation you knew yourself wouldn't be able to step into

Livia: I see...

Livia: *Smiles down at Offmon* I'll always rely on Offmon to take care of a problem I can't take care of...

Offmon: *Beams* And I'll always let Livia take care of problems I know I can't solve!

Livia: *Giggles, hugging him tight, causing the crest mark to glow brighter*

Lucemon: Livia, hold your tag up to the mark!

Livia: *Turns and grabs her tag, holding it out*

Offmon: *Beams, watching the crest appear and slide into the crest*

Livia: Wow...this is mine..

Lucemon: Indeed it is, good job, your father would be proud..

Livia: *Smiles at him* I hope so!

Angewomon: Might I suggest you all head southwest, that's where the Gazimon village is, they're allies of ours and they'll guide you on your way

Angewomon: I wish you all safe travels if you decide to leave today

Ace: I'm not ready yet...are you guys?

Jack: Not really, I think we should make sure we're prepared, pack some bags with supplies

Sebek: I agree with Jack, we cannot go rushing off out of this place lacking the needed supplies for a journey!

Epel: Then, we'll stay another day to prepare ourselves

Lucemon: Good choice, you kids are already better than the previous Digidestined group

Livia: *Giggles with Offmon*

Lucemon: I'll take Deuce, Sebek and Jack to get supplies and traveling bags

Lucemon: Livia, Epel and Ace can return back to the house and collect the food in there, so we can split it into rations to place into each bag

Sebek: Right!

Lucemon: Then let's get going!

@queen-of-twisted

[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

[esupurisupremacist]

[Street Gacha] Chapter 2

Written by 木野誠太郎

Ruka: U~h... In the end I haven't chosen one...

When I was picking up instruments, I felt a some kind of attachment to every one of it, so I couldn't choose between them.

I don't care if it's a "hand-me-down'' from a senior, but maybe it's better to buy a new one...

Suzu: I don't mind that, but when I graduate, you'll be alone with Shizu as a second year student.

If you don't improve by then, you might cause trouble for Shizu.

Ruka: I-I don't like the sound of that that...but I think I'd like to be a little more careful in my decision.

Suzu: Hm. It is true that I struggled when choosing an instrument for the first time too. I decided that my instrument would be the bass, but i am still quite confused

There's still some time. I hope you'd have enought time to think about it until you're is satisfied.

Ruka: Yes, I will...!

By the way, Suzu-senpai. There's still time, so why don't you go shopping at another store?

I don't have many opportunities to walk outside with Suzu-senpai. I was thinking that I would like to try on the clothes that Suzu-senpai wears...

Hehehe. I want to be able to wear cool clothes like Suzu-senpai. Doesn't it suit me?

Suzu: Isn't it okay to try anything? The clothes I'm wearing are just my temporary appearance outside of the stage, so I don't think it's something people would admire...

Oh, and I have enough clothes, so I don't plan on buying new ones. Is that okay? I can watch Ruka shopping from a distance.

Ruka: Suzu-senpai, you really don't have any money...

...KYA~?!

Hayate Yogiri: Wow~! If you'll walk while looking away you'll run into a danger!

Ruka: I-I'm sorry! I'll apologize, please don't take my money!

Hayate: I don't do such things... Are you guys from the light music club...?

Suzu: Oh. Isn't that Hayate Yogiri from "Allies of Justice"? It isn't usual for me to meet you in a place like this.

Hayate: Kuromori-senpai is here too. As we both work part-time at an amusement park, I find it rather strange that we meet in the city. Even in the park, you often spend time changing clothes in the lockers, don't you?

Ruka: Huh..? This person is the one who watched Suzu-senpai changing her clothes...or is she an acquaintance of Suzu-senpai?

It's true that the school newspaper often features her as an "ally of justice.'' I feel like Suzu-senpai and the "ally of justice'' are the polar opposites...

Suzu: Ah. Although we are in different departments, we work part-time at the same amusement park. Being a salesperson is hard, but working behind the scenes at a hero show seems to be even harder because it involves physical labor.

However, I don't think that we are "polar opposites'' in the sense of being hostile. It's the health commissioner's fake virgin who is avenging me, isn't it?

Hayate: "Justice'' is a belief that has nothing to do with "good'' or "evil.'' It's not that they're opposing concepts. Well, it doesn't mean that we're good friends, though, right?

Ruka: Eh, I see...?

By the way, why is Yogiri-senpai peering into the back alleys? Even though you're an "ally of justice,'' you seem to be sneaking around somehow...

Hayate: Ah. That's what it is... First, I want you to look at the back alleys. Oh, she won't notice, please be quiet.

Mizuki Futaba: ......

Runa Hiiragi: ......

Ruka: Oh... Those girls... I've seen them at Kimisaki Academy, but who are they? They seem to be having fun talking to each other.

Suzu: Mizuki Futaba from the occult research club and Runa Hiiragi from the lacrosse club. Both are mischievous, and their notoriety has reached my ears as well.

Hayate: Yes. And when that infamous guys are secretly meeting with someone, I can't leave them alone as an "ally of justice.''

Ruka: A-are they evil people?

Suzu: It is difficult to measure people as good or bad. But if those two were to conspire to do something evil,

It wouldn't be surprising if a major event like the "Dark Culture Festival" where we performed in the past were to occur.

Ruka: Oh! Have you seen it? She handed her a package! What on earth can be inside?

Hayate: Hmm. The secret meeting, the package. She probably is planning something, but what the hell could it be..?

[osmiumamygdala]

What do you think would be an interesting sole storyline for Colossus? For me it would be if he met his son in the savage land.

Obligatory readmore because you already know I'm gonna ramble like no tomorrow

To start, I have so many Savage Land Son ideas

Funny idea, but take it with a grain of salt because of my fuzzy memory: you know how Piotr’s son is named Peter Jr.? And Nereel told Piotr she named him after his father? Well, iirc, looking back, Spider-Man was on Savage Land around that time... because Peter Parker had been sent to get the scoop on the place! So I like to think that's one reason Piotr doesn't put two and two together; he thinks, "Wow. This journalist gets up to some stuff, huh?"

I also like to think the only reason Longshot hasn't said anything, other than Nereel telling him not to, is because any time he goes "maybe it's time to check on my old pal Colossus," Piotr's whole life is falling apart again, so it is Never The Right Time

All that aside, I like to think it could be a mini or an ongoing where the first arc is Piotr discovering that Junior is his, and storming his way IMMEDIATELY to Savage Land. If anybody tries to stop him for some reason... it will not go well. This man is GETTING TO HIS SON and making up for lost time! Nothing is going to get between him and his family again! But he doesn't want to take Junior away from Savage Land. To Piotr, home and culture are really important, so he thinks Junior needs to stay. First few stories are sort of episodic about Piotr and Junior bonding on Savage Land.

The next arc would, of course, be that something drives Piotr and Junior out of Savage Land. Probably some big threat going after Piotr, but Junior is determined to tag along because, 1, he loves his dad, and 2, he wants to explore the world! Cue traveling shenanigans and Junior meeting his extended family. Look, I NEED to see Illyana as an aunt. And I NEED to see her and Junior being little shits to each other and towards everyone else together. Also, could you imagine? Piotr and Illyana keep seeing pieces of themselves (and even Mikhail) in Junior. It draws them all closer together

But you asked me MY solo ideas!

I don't really have many solo ideas for Piotr now that I think about it

I heard about a pitch a Marvel creative had for him that I sorta latched on to (wish I could remember who it was). It was Colossus: God's Country in nature where Piotr would just be hoofing it around the United States, getting into trouble and finding his way out of it. I like to think a story like this could have the added drive of "he's on the run," and there are many options for who could be after him: bad guys, of course, but maybe also his allies, trying to get ahold of him.

Colossus Clean Up Crew. Colossus' whole thing-- even more than his strength-- is his durability, his resistance to the elements. Would love a mini or a series of him going where others can't to save the day. Thwarting a radioactive leak! Going into heats even firemen can't brave! Facing down a raging storm! Shielding people from collapsing buildings with his body! And, as the name suggests, he would hang around after to make certain that everything is cleared away and everyone gets out safe.

Not a solo, I know, but I desperately want a series where Illyana and Piotr co-star. The Illyana parts would focus on her magical adventures. She's always leaping in to help where needed, interacting with her magical buddies. And then you have Piotr, who is sort of the mundane focus, meaning his parts deal with more worldly issues. It, of course, overlaps a majority of the time because Illyana and Piotr would be rooming together and everyone will finally remember that Piotr's metal skin is invulnerable to some types of magic, and straight up hurts some magical creatures. There'd be themes like "It's Okay To Need Help" and "Just Because I Don't Always Understand You Doesn't Mean I Don't Always Love You" and they'd get to grow closer together, do some REAL, ON PANEL mending work for their sibling relationship, and really learn about and appreciate each other. The book could switch mood from cozy to creepy to whimsical to gritty on a dime.

If anybody else has ideas they want to share please please please don't be shy. I will do a whole front flip of joy.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

The New Solar Opposites Episode #8: “Inner Beauty” (by @avaveevo)

It starts with Terry, Korvo, and their friends at the bar

Terry: Hey guys! What up?!

Kevin: Shut up! It's starting!

Terry: Oh sweet!

TV Announcer: Narrator (on tv): November, 1948. Americans picked their president. Victory seemed certain for Governor Thomas E. Dewey. Dewey, Dewey, Dewey.

Terry: Dewey! Dewey! Dewey!

Korvo laughs

Darcy: Terry I'm telling you, Truman wins.

Narrator: Headlines proclaim: "Dewey Defeats Truman."

Terry: Woo-hoo! I win the bet. Who's your daddy?

Darcy: Ha. Well, I'll be!

Narrator: But the headlines are dead wrong.

Terry: *gasp* Aaw…

Narrator: Harry Truman triumphs by 2 million votes.

Korvo puts a hand on Terry's shoulder

Korvo: Cheer up honey. You did your best on that bet.

Terry: Not if I can stop that inauguration.

Darcy: I win, Terry. That means I get to choose today's activity.

Terry groans and leaves

Korvo: *sighs as he rolls his eyes but smiles* Oh Terry..

Back at home, the kids, Janiz, and Kimber are watching the football draft

Jesse: Whoa! Look at this football match!

Sonya: Yumyulack, remember when I was crying at recess?

Yumyulack: Yeah?

Sonya: Do you want to hear why or just continue watching football?

Yumyulack: Hey, it's okay. I wanna hear why...

Sonya decided to tell them why.

Sonya: Oh the Stacies insulted me about my looks today:

Janiz: Aw, we’re sorry honey.

Sonya: Aaw that’s okay. I’m just worried they might do the same to you too Jesse.

Jesse: What?! What would make a popular girl lose interest like that?

Sonya: What I do now I do as your dearest little sister. *points at Jesse’s breast* Look at this flab. Look at it.

Jesse: Oh my God. Is that me?!

Sonya: Most assuredly, yes.

Jesse: Faced with a problem like this, I wonder, what would Oprah do?

Yumyulack looks at Jesse in silence

Yumyulack: Uh, what do you meant by that?

Later, at an implant surgery office, Human Jesse checks in with a doctor.

Human Jesse: Uh, I need some liposuction. Just enough to make me attractive.

Human Yumyulack: WHAT?!

Doctor: Hmm? Well how about one 10 minute suck and tuck

Human Jesse: Nah. I something stronger.

Doctor: Okay. Come with me.

Back with Korvo and Terry

Korvo: I wonder where the kids are.

Terry: Huh. I don't know.

Korvo: Uh Janiz, Kimber, where are the kids?

Janiz: They went to get surgery for some reason.

Korvo: Wait. What?

The kids arrive home and Korvo exclaims in horror when he sees Jesse's face

Korvo: Oh my… goodness.

Terry: *gasp* Oh my God! My baby!

Jesse: *offscreen* So, what do you guys think?

Korvo: What. Happened. To. Your. Face?

Jesse: Oh plastic surgery. Why?

Korvo faints. Later at night, Terry puts Lili in her crib

Korvo: It looks more… wow…

Terry: Nighty night Lili.

Lili coos. Korvo is sitting in bed, still shocked

Korvo: Holy cow. I had no idea our daughter would go this far.

Terry: Calm down, babe. I'm sure there's a good reason.

Korvo: Mmm yeah… but still. I don’t think this plastic surgery might be a great idea.

Terry: Yeah, I see what you mean. Hopefully this doesn’t go too far.

The next day

Korvo: Alright, everyone. Who wants- *looks at Jesse's face* OH MY DEAR LORD!

Jesse: What? Is everything okay?

Korvo: Yes! Your-

Terry covers Korvo's mouth

Jesse: Oh right. My face. I know, it looks so gorgeous.

Terry: Face looks amazing.

Jesse: Aw, thank you.

Jesse leaves as Korvo and Terry began to grow nervous about this. At school, the students are shocked at Jesse's new face

Ally: Whoa.

The popular gasp at the lunch table and grows amazed by Human Jesse’s face.

Jackie: What is up with her face?

Stacy K: Ha, ha. We want sit with you at our lunch table. Right this way.

Human Jesse: *gasps* Okay!

Back at home, Korvo and Terry are having sex but Terry notices that Korvo is paying attention

Terry: Still worried about Jesse?

Korvo: Yeah. But I still wanna continue...

Terry: *smiles seductively* Of course my beautiful blue shimmering stud!

The two alien husbands then resume having sex as Korvo dominates Terry. Back at school, Yumyulack and Sonya are spying on Jesse

Sonya: Okay Yummybear. Let’s make sure Jesse doesn’t go too far.

Yumyulack: Got it.

Later at home, Jesse comes home with her face looking more different

Jesse: Hey guys! Get a load of me!

Terry looks up and gasps

Terry: Oh my goodness my poor baby.

Jesse: What?

Terry: Uh I mean…. You look great.

Korvo: Yeah… definitely…. nothing to worry about…

Terry and Korvo starts gooblering.

Jesse: Are you okay?

Terry and Korvo: Yep. Definitely. Nothing to worry about. You look very pretty sweetie. Later at night, Terry tries to seduce Korvo.

Terry: Oh Korvy… you want a slap on that lovely thicc ass of yours?

Korvo: *snapping at Terry* Ugh! Not tonight!

Terry: Sorry.

Korvo sighs

Korvo: I’m sorry. I’m just worried about Jesse. I’m worried she’s taking this whole new look too far.

Terry: I know you are. Look, why don't we just get some rest?

Korvo: Okay.

The two husbands fall asleep as they snuggle with each other. Then, Terry sighs lovingly in his sleep as he feels Korvo’s warmth. So does Korvo. Jesse, who was listening to them, looks down sadly as “Say Something” by A Great Big World plays

Jesse: Oh no… I think I may have taken this whole thing too far…

Jesse goes to see the doctor

Jesse: Doctor, I would like for my face to be back to normal. I’ve took things too far and I ended up hurting the people I love.

Doctor: Okay, if that is your choice, then we shall turn your face back to normal.

The next day, Korvo is asleep but then hears Terry sobbing

Korvo: Terry, are you okay?

Terry turns to Korvo while sniffling.

Terry: *tearfully* Korvy… I’m really worried about my baby… I’m worried that she took things too far. I’m really scared.

Korvo: *gasp* Oh Terry.. come here.

Terry sobs into Korvo's arms

Jesse: *offscreen* Korvo? Terry?

Korvo: *gasp* Jesse?

Korvo: *gasp* Jesse?

Jesse's face is back to normal

Jesse: *sing-songy* I’m back!

Terry runs up to Jesse and hugs her

Terry: Oh babygirl! It’s you! There’s my sweet and wonderful daughter!

Korvo: How?

Jesse: I went to the doctors and told him to turn my face back to normal. *looks sad* I’m really sorry I took things too far. I finally feel like me again.

Terry: Oh Jesse-bear!

Terry hugs his daughter as Jesse smiles. Korvo then joins in on the hug along with Yumyulack, Pupa, Sonya, Kimber, Janiz and Lili.

Lili: *babbles as she reaches out to Jesse*

Jesse giggles

Jesse: Hey Lili. I am so happy to be back too.

Later that night, Korvo and Terry were having sex.

Terry: Oh! Fuck yes! *slaps Korvo's ass*

Korvo: Oh yes! Terry! Oh *moans lovingly* You bad dirty alien!

Terry: Oh! Do it as we cut away you beautiful blue shimmering stud!

Korvo: FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M GONNA-

The two husbands cum in ecstasy as they collapse on their bed lovingly and kiss while moaning lovingly.

The End