#yes we talked bout it on the date 🫶

[stevebabey]

hey your tag about wiki diving on bread reminded me that humanity is not always scary and mean and i needed that today. something beautiful about that. idk. ily

this is so 🥹 DAMN SWEET what the hell. i’m glad my wiki diving is a reminder of good humanity - me and my flatmate just go thru the origin of a buncha stuff, following links and learning together. makes u seem smarter too, just sprinkling in random facts into convos

[sykeskassie]

Come Back To Me; Pt. 2

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: ANGST!! No comfort in this one either, but I promise the implied comfort is coming 🫶🏻

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with Namjoon’s album since it came out, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect response song.

Pt. 1 Pt.3

I told you I’m fine tonight, staying good/ Spring always been here, I will sleep in her eyes

Chris was bewildered when they showed him the text; why had you texted them and not him? He had tried calling you, only to find that

he had been blocked. They all had been. He couldn’t understand what had gone so terribly wrong that you couldn’t even talk to him. He gained a little bit of clarity about a week later when he received a box from you. The kids were all gathered in a circle when he opened it, for moral support and to see if it would provide any insight on why you had left. His eyes went to the note first. The handwriting couldn’t have been more familiar to him if it had been his own. Tears threatened to fall from where they were gathering on his lashes. He was so worried about you forgetting him that he didn’t realize all the ways he had forgotten you. 

With the note set gently by his side, he started on taking out each hoodie. One by one, they all came out, smelling just like you. Holding them up to his face, he inhaled deeply, wishing that it was you he was holding instead. It was Changbin who pointed out that there was one missing. “Hyung, where’s the one from this year?” Horror flooded his system at the realization that he hadn’t sent one. Did you two even talk on the anniversary of his leaving? Dropping the hoodie in his hands, he scrambled for his phone. Finding the date in his call log, he was devastated to see missed call after missed call. His words came back to haunt him, “We were working on the song for the new comeback…” 

I forgot the hour, I don’t want to know ‘bout the hour/ I forgot to shower 세수할 시간도 아까워

He’s finding that concentrating on his work was the last thing on his mind. Not when the only thing he could focus on was where everything went wrong. Hours are spent staring at the note you had included, as if some hidden message would suddenly reveal itself. As if it wasn’t a goodbye. If you hadn’t texted the kids, would he have even noticed your absence until your package arrived? He wishes he could say yes, but if that were the case he wouldn’t have a box of his hoodies at his feet. He has no one to blame but himself; it was always you who made time, who made space, who made the effort. It wasn’t always so one-sided…when did he stop reaching out first? Hell, when did he stop responding with any kind of regularity? How could he lose the very person who was his anchor in this world?

Come back to me, like you used to/ Now I could see what a life is about

Chris had always been so worried about you forgetting him but he didn’t realize he was forgetting you. He hadn’t ever had to live life without knowing you were right there with him, and quite frankly, he didn’t want to. You were his best friend, you were the love of his life. He would do anything in his power to be able to reach you. If he was adrift, he can only imagine how you were feeling; Not only did you feel as though you had lost him, you felt like you had lost the kids as well. His eyes finally turned away from the note and to the box of hoodies. It was a long shot, but he had to try.

I see you come back to me

He knew that if he were ever to be worthy of getting you back into his life, he’d have to learn to balance everything better. He couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times you changed your plans for him, for the kids, for the schedules. When was the last time he moved things around for you? When was the last time he put anything on pause for you? When he left for Korea, you both knew that he would get a thousand times busier, but he had made a promise to always be there for you, to always make time for you. When did he start breaking promises? He wanted you back, but he needed to be a better him to come back to. 

You are my pain, divine, divine

Without your light, Chris’ life had become dull and gray. Had anything ever hurt like this? It had felt like someone had reached into his chest and ripped his very heart out. For all the love he held, for so many aspects of his life, he had known no greater love than what he had with you. He knew, deep in his soul, that the love between you two was still there. It was palpable. He could see traces of it in every careful fold of his hoodies, in the careful strokes of the pen in the note that came with them. He could see it in the way that despite everything, you still cared enough about him to ask the kids to watch after him. To still show your support. No, your love was broken, and it was largely to do with his own negligence, but it wasn’t gone. He could still fix this. 

You don’t have to be anything you see/ Tryin’ not to be that something in this sea

If Chris were less selfish, he would let you go. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that. However, he would prove that you were his priority. No more missed call after missed call. No more special days pushed by the wayside to be forgotten. No more traditions left in the dust. Honestly, he even had a hoodie for this year’s contribution to the pile already picked out. One that he had picked up in his travels, that was soft and just a tad oversized on him. It was stuffed into his closet, ready to be sent off. If he had been paying attention to the date, paying more attention to you, he would have never forgotten about it. Grabbing a piece of notebook paper, he wrote what he hoped would help build a bridge back to you.

You are my pain, divine, divine 

I see you come back to me

[dulcewrites]

Can you please write about Austin!Elvis taking black!reader on a date? Just pure fluff and a hint of steam. Your writing is so good!

One Night

Pairing: austin!elvis x black!reader

Requested: yes (thank you 🫶🏽)

A/N: ok I was excited about this ask because I’ve been wanting to do something that mentions austin!elvis going to the Memphis fairgrounds on colored night, like mentioned in the movie. Felt like this was the perfect opportunity.

This is silly, you think. The fact that you actually came just shows how far gone you are. The overpoweringly sweet smell of funnel cakes and fried Oreos is starting to make your head hurt. But Elvis said to meet to him near the food stands, so here you are.

“Are you sure this a good idea considering what they’re saying about you in the papers.”

“Let me worry about honey.”

Honey. You normally wouldn’t fall for that. You’re sure he calls a lot of girls that. But you’ve recently learned a sweet smile, and kind words are enough to do you in.

Right when you’re starting to get antsy, something catches your eye.

A stark white suit paired with a black lace shirt stands out against the various purples, reds, greens, and blues worn by the crowd of people. You only know one person that would wear a suit like that. You should’ve expected this; no matter where he is or what he’s doing, Elvis always seems to make a commotion. You watch as he signs autographs and interacts with the crowd of fans.

You raise an eyebrow when the two of make eye contact. He excused himself from the crowd and jogged over to you with a bright smile.

“You’re late,” you say immediately, despite knowing he probably had a reason. You’re a bit on edge because dating is new to you, especially when the date is one of the most talked about musicians in the country. The most talked about white musician in the country.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he says a little breathless. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out daisies. “But I got you these.”

His smile drops when he sees how smushed they got, but you can’t help but laugh.

“Thank you,” you take the limp but still pretty flowers from him, your fingertips brushing when you do.

He’s nervous too. You can tell by how he’s smoothing down his hair and shifting his weight from foot to foot. It does make you relax a bit. He seems just as out of his depth as you.

“Did you know cotton candy was invented in Tennessee,” you ask trying to break the tension with mindless trivia your friend mentioned while you two were getting ready.

Elvis smiles, tilting his head to the side.

“Well, then we must get some.”

You two share probably the biggest bag of cotton candy you’ve ever seen after going back and forth on whether the pink kind is better than the blue kind (which it totally is). The conversation turns from sugary treats to how nervous he is for the release of his first major motion picture.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, and now it’s weeks away,” he shakes his head as you both walk towards the carnival games. “I don’t really know how to feel ‘bout it.”

With how successful his career has been so far, sometimes you forget that he’s just a guy trying to live out his dreams. His very ambiguous, and in your brain, scary dreams.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m very excited to see it.”

His eyes get soft. Your heart rate picks up when he grabs you hand and laces it his. You start to get it; why your friends are so happy when their boyfriends are mentioned. Liking someone this much makes you feel like you’re floating. It’s all sickeningly sweet, right down to him insisting he wins you the giant stuffed bear you offhandedly said was cute. You learn Elvis is an excellent shot.

The night went by so fast that you feel a bit deflated when you see your best friend, Michelle, standing near where you and Elvis are. She points at the watch on her wrist. You know how your parents are; the last thing you need to be is late getting back home. You turn to wish Elvis a good night.

“Thank you for the cotton candy, oh and for Mr. Snuggles,” you smile, shifting the chocolate brown bear to your other hand.

“Thank you for saying yes to the date.”

He knows how apprehensive you were about the whole thing. Saying yes to the date is probably one of the better decisions you’ve made in a long time. Before you can tell him that, he takes you by surprise grabbing your face and kissing you square on the lips.

You learned then that on top of being a beautiful singer, future movie star and great shot, that Elvis is also a really good kisser. Painfully, makes you weak in the knees type of good. He whispers goodnight against your lips, and you assume he knows the power his kisses hold because he smirk he gives you afterwards.

You’re a bit dazed after he leaves. Michelle having to walk up to you and tug on your arm to break you out of the trace. While walking back to the car, you think about how fairgrounds might be your new favorite place.