#HI. i forgot i had tumblr. um.

[sourfrootz]

does amyone else understand

[please-give-dd-bread]

hey! so um apparently bots keep following me???? assuming it's the same for everyone else

so if you're a person that's following me (why. what prompted you to make a stupid decision) and you have default... everything um maybe try changing your banner, write something in the desc (like pronouns and sexuality and stuff) and reblog a couple of stuff??? unless you'd like to get blocked. which is fine i guess (i question your motives but you do you)

[monsterbisexual]

hey guyssss, which cronenberg movie is ur favorite ? 😵‍💫🎤

[literaila]

Ok it's headcanon time what do you think Peter's reaction would be when him and his friend who've been bffs for years and are very comfortable with physical touch suddenly starts to pull away from him cause she saw him flirting with another girl at thier college mixer and so she starts to pull away from his physical touches cause she feel like she should finally be able to move on from him and start her college life without pining after him all the time and slowly peter starts noticing that she always give him affection when he needs it on his tough days but refuses his touch even when he remotely comes near her

🌌

just so you know

tasm!peter x fem!reader

a/n: sorry this took ages, i forgot how to write (there was a more perfect gif but tumblr hates me)

*

“what’s going on?”

you look up again, meeting uncertain eyes with a fake sense of amusement. you know what you’re doing, and so does peter.

“what?” you tease, running your hand over plastic price tags and years of dust, staring down at ceramic mugs and tiny scentless candles.

peter puts his hand on your back, walking with you, and as a subtle and graceful friend, you quickly move away from him, pretending to kneel down and look at a set of plates.

“that. this—this thing that your doing.” peter points to you like it’s a physical entity. some thing you’re holding just to hurt him. a handful of tricks.

“looking at cat mugs?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“avoiding me. pretending like you haven’t been evading every question i’ve asked.”

you frown, but don’t look up. you finger a curved handle, swallow and let the lies slip from your mouth without any effort. if you’ve been distant from peter recently, it’s nothing but an accident. a practiced maneuver. “i’m not avoiding you.”

“you haven’t looked at me all day.”

“i’m looking at you right now, peter.” and so you do.

peter smiles, laughs a bit, his chest rising and falling, but it’s frustrated. he runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head. and then he bends down and wraps his hand around your arm, pulling you up before you get the chance to stop him.

and you would stop him, you know, if he hadn’t already pointed out that you’ve been doing it all day. for at least the past week.

his touch burns, like a singe on your already red wounds. and even though he’s smiling at you, being as gentle as peter always is, you can see your tension, can feel your own hesitation in his skin.

“did i hurt you, or something?” he asks, biting the inside of his cheek. “i know we—well, we’re not um, that hesitant with being close, touching and stuff, but if i did something accidentally—“

“you haven’t hurt me, peter.”

“okay… then what’s going on? do you need to discuss boundaries with me?”

“what?” you laugh.

“i’m not trying to make you uncomfortable,” peter says, softly, like you’re some breakable thing. “i just want to make sure that you—that we’re okay.”

“of course we’re okay, peter.”

and then, that’s not quite true.

when you look into peters eyes, it’s not an auburn storm that you see. it’s not even yourself being reflected in his irises.

it’s flashing lights and music that made your head pound. there’s sticky floors and too many people—so much air, and too much breathing in such a small room. you see people laughing and singing, hands and bodies intertwined like it would hurt to be apart.

and it’s all sort of beautiful and disturbing, all sort of a lot—but then, there’s familiar hands, running up an unfamiliar body. peter had asked you to dance, but you knew it was only so he could laugh because he knew that you couldn’t.

when you look into peters eyes you see her. and there’s such a strong fire ignited in your chest, such a vehement jealousy that you have to look away.

you have to physically pull yourself away from him just so you don’t feel like that. just so you can tell yourself that it’s not fair.

“we’re fine,” you repeat, softly, and you look away from him. turn away, so you can block yourself away from his all too knowing stare.

you don’t pull away from his hands, but god do you want to. you want to take a break from him, a break from all of this until you can promise yourself that you just don’t care.

that you don’t crave his side stepping and hand holding and resting your head on his shoulder or leaning against his chest. that isn’t fair.

you clear your throat; you can’t lie to him, and it’s not like peter is going to let you. “it’s just…” you start, stepping towards him and then away. “i don’t know if lindsay would be comfortable with it.”

peters face flinched, he tilts his head at you. “lindsay?”

“i don’t want to get in the way of anything…”

“get in the way of what?”

you meet his eyes and laugh. “c’mon, peter. you’re not as discreet as you think you are. there was that night at the club and then the “study” dates you’ve been going on.”

“that wasn’t anything—“ peter is quick to get out, but you shove his shoulder, pretending your laughter isn’t painful.

“save it, loverboy. if you want to hold someone’s hand,” you tease, “it should be your girlfriends. i was surprised you even asked me to come gift hunting today.”

peter swallows. “she’s not my girlfriend.”

you nod, turning away from him. “yeah, okay.”

“i’m serious. we’ve been working on a project for bio-chem, that’s all.”

“i’m not blind, peter.”

he walks when you do, leaning his head down until he can see your face. “don’t you think i’d tell you if started dating someone and it was serious?”

“um, no, not really. we don’t ever talk about that stuff.”

“yeah, because you get weird whenever i bring it up.”

“i don’t get weird—“ you say, turning to glare at him. he’s closer than you expected though so whatever you were about to say falls into the air. it blows away with the feel of peters breath on your cheek.

“i would tell you,” he says, “if i had a girlfriend.”

you lean away from him, taking a deep breath in. “okay, peter. but the point still stands. you shouldn’t be holding hands with me while you’ve got a girl who’s waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. or stop lying. whatever.”

“i don’t want to hold her hand.”

peters voice is soft, and his hand is gentle as it lands on your waist. he pulls you to him, like he’s sure that you’re going to run away.

“well now i know why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

peter chuckles, staring down at you with burning eyes. and this time, when you look at him, you see only a secret catching fire. “i don’t have a girlfriend because i want to hold your hand,” he whispers, a finger brushing up against your jaw.

“o-oh.”

you stare at him, unsure what else to say.

what other announcements need to be made, what other proclamations you should probably get in writing.

peter smiles again, wider. he lets go of you and turns so his shoulder is to you. and then he grabs your hand.

“just so you know,” he says, smirk far too much.

just so you know.

*

[agi-ppangx]

the boy who turned my head (lee minho x fem!reader)

word count: 1,6k author's note: this is the last fic in 2023. thank you for your constant support, i wouldn't have done anything without any of you<3 i hope 2024 will be kind for all of us. i'll try my best to continue this wonderful tumblr journey with you by my side. i love you all<3

it all started with a song.

it was pretty late and the party had been going for a few hours. the alcohol in your veins made your brain all fuzzy and it wasn’t long before you ended up on the dancefloor, forgetting about the world around you as you swayed to yet another song blasting from the speakers. you felt happy as you threw your hands in the air, laughing loudly.

then the songs changed and everyone’s attention shifted to the boy in the middle of the crowd, grinning widely while dancing to bruno mars’ song. people cheered as the boy smoothly performed the dance steps and you did too, until he locked his eyes with yours and you stopped in your tracks. the world around you collapsed as it was only you and him left. the boy smiled at you and took your hand and, well, swept you to the middle of the dance floor. and you let him, of course you let him - he was just so charming and his smile was so mesmerising and he looked at you with the literal galaxies in his eyes and- 

“kiss her!” someone shouted from the crowd, loud enough for the boy to hear. he looked at you with a giddy smile, resting his forehead on yours. 

“may i?” he mouthed, searching for the answer in your curious eyes. you blinked a few times, thinking about it, and then without any warning leaned forward to capture the boy’s lips in a passionate, yet a bit messy kiss. you squished his cheeks with your palms, earning a little giggle that escaped his mouth right into yours. and you stayed on the dance floor long after that, your steps becoming more and more wobbly, but you knew he wouldn’t let you fall. 

“can i have your number?” he asked you in the morning as you were heading to the exit, the sun lazily creeping out from behind the horizon. your head hurt, your phone was dead and you were still drunk. 

“my number…? i, um- wait, what’s your name?” you mumbled, looking at him with glassy eyes. 

“it’s minho,” he chuckled, blushing slightly. he must’ve had a greater tolerance for alcohol, because except for his goofy aura he looked perfectly fine. 

“oh, right! so, minho, unfortunately i’m too drunk now and i forgot my number,” you started, wobbling a little on your feet. minho quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you stay stable. “so maybe you should ask chan? i’m sure he has my number somewhere in his phone.” he nodded, letting out a little “ah”.

“will you get home safely?” he then asked, scanning your rather pathetically looking figure. you smiled, nodding. 

“yeah, my friend- she should be here any minute now,” you slurred, seeing the familiar car pull on the driveway. “oh, she’s here! see, i told you,” you grinned, patting his arm a few times. “see you soon, minho,” you waved at him, slowly making your way to the car, leaving the boy behind you. 

“who was that?” your friend asked curiously as she noticed your giddy smile. you looked at him one last time before she drove off and you sighed dreamily. 

“a boy who turned my head.”

. . . .

the cold wind made you shiver as you stepped out of changbin’s house. you were wearing that short blue dress that minho liked so much, but he wasn’t particularly interested in it anyway. throughout the whole party he’d acknowledged you once, only saying a vague “hi” to you. 

it’d been going like that for months. since the very beginning your relationship with minho was constantly balancing between friendship and something more. one day he was all over you, taking you on dates and holding your hand for the whole time, only for him to ghost you for the next few weeks or dismiss you with short messages. he showered you in gifts, kissing your forehead and smiling like a teenager in love, but whenever a sweet old lady in the store would call you such a cute couple, minho would immediately cut her off, saying that she’s only my friend. and it made you confused and hurt - didn’t he see how much love your eyes contained for him? didn’t he see how hard you fell for him?

“yn? where are you going?” you heard minho’s voice behind you. he placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you before you had the chance to walk out. it was getting close to midnight - you could’ve waited to celebrate new year with everyone and then go, but you’d had too much. 

“home. i’m kind of tired,” you shrugged your shoulders, dropping your head not to make eye contact with minho. the wind blew again and you covered yourself with your arms. why didn’t you take something warmer with you? 

“oh, here,” he said, taking off his jacket and trying to put it on your shoulders, but you took a step back. It left minho dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing a few times as if he was trying to say something.

“i don’t- i don’t want your jacket,” you mumbled, your voice already breaking a little. great, you thought. “i told you i’m tired.”

“yeah, but what does it have to do with me giving you my jacket?” minho chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. to say he was confused would be an understatement. you sighed loudly, looking around. was he really that blind?

“it’s not about the fucking jacket, minho!” you snapped, feeling defeated. your eyes started to get glassy, tears slowly forming in the corners of them. you shook your head, trying to calm yourself down. “i’m tired of you treating me like a toy,” you whispered the last word, taking in a sharp breath. “you always come to me whenever you feel lonely and then ghost me when your needs are met. but you somehow completely missed the fact that i, in fact, am a human being myself and i-” you stopped abruptly when minho stood right in front of you with a frightened expression. you looked him in the eyes and suddenly the world around you vanished, just like the day you first met. 

“do you really feel used by me?” he whispered in disbelief, his voice so quiet and weak that you almost felt bad for him. you let out a shaky breath, a single tear slowly falling down your face. 

“i- no, it's just- we do all of that cute stuff together, we cuddle and we go on our little dates and i thought it meant something to you,” you mumbled, wiping your face. you heard some noise from inside the house and you knew midnight was getting closer. “i just feel really dumb, you know? i fell for someone who doesn’t even care about me,” you chuckled dryly, taking a step back and trying to walk away, but minho was quicker. he wrapped his hand around your wrist and in a smooth motion brought you to his chest, hugging you tightly. 

“i’m so sorry, i- i was scared, i was so stupid,” he rambled, combing his fingers through your hair. you stiffed, not sure what to do next, though it was nice to feel minho’s arm cradling you again. “i was afraid i’d lose you, that you’d leave me if i got too vulnerable.” you wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing him gently as he continued. you inhaled softly his cologne and it made you cry a bit more. that’s how home smells for you. “i never wanted to make you feel this way, i’m so sorry,” he whispered another apology and you just stood there, unable to form a sentence. minho mumbled i’m sorry and please forgive me over and over into your hair like a mantra and it made you smile faintly into his chest. 

suddenly you heard people shouting inside the house and you realised that they were counting down. you thought quickly, trying to decide what to do. 10, 9, 8. you pulled away from minho’s chest slightly so you could look him in the eyes. you realised he was crying. 7, 6, 5. you cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears that had fallen. you smiled at him and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. he looked as if he tried to take as much as he could from that moment, like it was meant to be taken away from him forever when the clock strikes midnight. 4, 3, 2. you leaned forward, letting your foreheads touch and minho snapped his eyes open. he looked confused, but a smile finally appeared on his face. 1, 0, new year! minho’s lips crashed into yours, taking your breath away, but you let him, of course you let him. now it was quiet, only the two of you left on the planet as you kissed with the same lust as the first time. 

you were the first to pull away, desperately gasping for air with the biggest grin plastered on your face. minho cradled your face gently. his entire world fit in his hands. 

“let’s say it’s forgiven, not forgotten,” you whispered. “you don’t have to apologise anymore if you promise me to work on your behaviour.” minho nodded at your words, kissing you again as if he tried to seal the oath.

“now you can actually give me the jacket, i’m freezing,” you said with a giggle and he chuckled, placing the material over your shoulders and you happily inhaled his scent one more time. you were home again.

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[jayden-killer]

Greediest man in the Stone World.

summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make me forgive!!!

☆

Dark. And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.

"Senku..?"

I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.

"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".

[ Time skip...(*ゝω・)ﾉ ]

"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".

"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.

His attitude hadn’t disappeared after 3,500 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.

Here we go again...

Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.

Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of a… "Child?" The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.

"So, you are new here!" With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didn’t immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least. "Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"

Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didn’t know where he was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.

The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if we’d actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes. "It’s not even the first day you’re back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"

A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. I’m not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.

What an idiot!

Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didn’t even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied: "Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in front…

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"

Somebody kill me...

It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasn’t stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.

I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " I’m sorry, Ryusui. As I’ve explained many times before, I’m not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."

He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "You’re making a mistake!" "I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply. "Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse. I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it. "Maybe, in the future, you might have a chance…" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.

He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back. "HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.

"So be it! I’ll show you how much I’m willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"

Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands. "What the f...?!" "You don’t know it, but you’re already mine!"

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Holy fuck, yall. SO MUCH happened. Had to delete Tumblr for a day (or, as it turns out, like, 8) but I’m back!! Y’all get TWO parts today and then another in two days to keep us on schedule.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27

Dinner is filled with raised voices, back and forth, thinking of and discarding plan after plan, until an agreement is reached. Joyce takes her kids home soon after, and helps ferry some of the other kids as well. Nancy takes Mike and Robin. Steve winks at Robin as she leaves, resulting in her sticking her tongue out at him.

Then it’s just Steve and Eddie, Alli having given Steve a look before taking her leave and heading upstairs to her room.

“So,” Eddie says with a grin, holding up his lunchbox.

Steve swallows the noise that wants to come out. “Please,” he says instead, leading the way to the back door before freezing just inside, realizing what had happened just a few days ago. “Um,” he says embarrassedly, “how do you feel about roofs?”

Eddie gives him an odd little look before replying. “In general?” He asks, though his smile reveals he knows what Steve means.

Steve chuckles. “Y’know what? If you have actual opinions, I want to hear them.”

“D’you know they’re made differently depending on where you are? Because the type of weather? They’re steeper here than in, say, Florida, ‘cause we get snow and Florida doesn’t, and snow is heavy and can cause your roof to cave in if too much settles on top. Also if you live in areas that get a lot of snow, don’t grow weed in your attic, ‘cause the heat will cause the snow to melt on just that one part of your roof.”

Steve blinks. “That’s… actually really interesting.”

Eddie grins. “Isn’t it?” His grin falls when Steve opens the door to his room. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, Stevie-boy, ‘cause I’ve got opinions on your room.”

Steve sighs. “I think I’ve probably heard it all before, but go right ahead. Surprise me. You’re good at that anyways.”

Eddie gives him another odd look before looking around. “Seriously, if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t. I mean, it’ll be hard, but-”

Steve snorts. “No, go ahead, I wanna hear it.”

He wanders over to the desk, picks up the phone, and brings it to his ear before saying to Steve, “the seventies are calling. It wants…” he gestures around, “all of this back.”

Steve snorts, drawing a hand over his face to hold in a laugh. “That all you got?”

“Hey, that was a good one,” Eddie retorts, then looks around again as his smile falls. “I dunno, man. I get that I don’t really know you, but… this doesn’t really feel like you.” He tilts his head. “Besides maybe that car,” he gestures to the picture, “but… is that the stock photo?”

Steve hums. “Probably. My mom decorated it. I didn’t have much say. Well,” he considers, “any say, really.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Can I ask about them?”

“Who?”

“Your parents.”

“Oh.” Steve shrugs. “Sure. There’s not much to say. They’re not terrible, just… absent. I mean, my dad can be an asshole sometimes, but that’s just dads, right? But he’s always gone on business trips and my mom thinks he’s cheating on her—she’s probably not wrong, by the way—so she goes with him.”

Eddie blinks. “Your dad sounds like a dick.”

Steve snorts. “Well, his name is Richard.”

Eddie’s eyes light up. “His one redeeming feature.”

“His name?”

“Exactly what it says on the tin,” Eddie nods.

He’s so earnest, so ridiculous, Steve can’t hold back the laugh. He leads Eddie out onto the roof, extending him a hand as he crawls out the window and staying behind him as they crawl up, a misguided hope of being able to catch Eddie if he were to fall.

They make it up unscathed, however, and Steve watches as Eddie lights a pre-rolled blunt, taking the first drag and releasing it—and the tension in his shoulders—before handing it over to Steve, who inhales deeply before immediately coughing. “Fuck, man,” he says, laughing, “I forgot I haven’t smoked much yet.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Yeah? You do it a lot in four years?”

Steve shrugs. “Not a lot, maybe, but definitely more.”

Eddie hums in response before accepting the joint back. “So tell me,” he says after a few minutes. “We’re actually friends? Or ‘s this more of a keep your friends close and your enemies closer type thing?”

Steve huffs a laugh. “I can definitely see how you’d think that,” he admits. “But no, this is… it’s friends. We’re friends. Or I’d like to be, at least.”

Eddie grins at him. “You don’t seem too bad,” he teases. “I guess I could stand being friends with you.”

“Oh, well I’m so glad I meet your standards.” He grins lazily before taking another hit. “If it makes more sense to you this way, we can just say this is reason enough,” he says, holding the joint up. “Cause man, I tried another dealer, and I dunno what he had but it sure as hell wasn’t this.”

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[reignpax]

I forgot

I had Tumblr for a good minute

Whoops-

Um Hi mutuals 🧍‍♂️

This is all I have to offer,

Donnie but bbygirlified for me and a friends au

(Changed his colors to better fit his softeshell side and bc I thought he looked prettier that way, fight me)

[gretavanlace]

A few days ago, I received an ask that came bearing the gift of a smutty little josh/danny/reader number. Tumblr was being a dick (what a shocker) about the length, so I couldn’t just answer to post it. I then agreed to post it later on, annnnnnd then promptly forgot because that’s just the way I’m wired. I’ve been mildly senile since birth, it seems, but eventually, I always remember (mostly). Anyway, without further ado, here is said fic.

Thank you so much, anon, I hope you’ll forgive the wait. I just know they’re going to love it! I know I did 🥵 Josh & Danny lane, grab a spoon and settle in at the table, you’re about to be fed

18+ below the cut. Completely unedited as it is not my work and therefore not my place. Warnings: plenty of them

apologies for the REALLY long ask, just had this idea

premise: you’re with Danny, but occasionally, you catch him staring at Josh with hungry, horny eyes

Warnings: anal penetration (m receiving), oral (both receiving), penetration (f receiving), “daddy” and “mama”. I think that’s all!

“Daniel?” You ask. He hums contentedly in response, not looking up from his sketchbook. “I have a question for you, my sweet boy.”

“Yes, love?” Now his eyes are on you, deep brown and trusting. You sit down next to him, close enough that there’s barely a space between you.

“Be honest with me. How long have you been thinking about fucking Josh?” you ask. His eyes widen.

“What?” he asks, immediately on the defensive. “Baby, no, I—“

“Daniel,” you snap. “I said honestly. Are you my good boy?” You know that’ll get him. Danny has a submissive streak a mile wide.

“Yes,” he says quietly.

“And do good boys lie?” You ghost your hand over his rapidly hardening cock.

“Um,” he stammers, shifting away from your touch.

“Do they?” you push again, hand groping his dick through his pants. It betrays him and he curses it under his breath.

“No, good boys don’t lie.” Danny chooses his words carefully. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie. I want Josh. I have for months. Maybe even years. I’m sorry, my queen. Please punish me.”

You grin. So the truth comes out. “I won’t punish you, baby boy. Everyone deserves a second chance, and you made the right choice. That’s my good boy.” You kiss his cheek, then stand and walk away.

“Queen?” he calls after you. “What do I do with my pitiful dick?”

You hesitate — he’s supposed to be in some trouble, so you’re not sure he should be permitted to touch himself, but you have things to do, and you don’t need whiny Daniel all over you. And you certainly will not be doing it for him. “Play with yourself, go ahead.”

You walk to the bedroom, texting Josh. “Coffee & donuts?” you ask.

“Yes! I’ll meet you in 20.”

You smile deviously. Josh has no clue the proposition you’ll bring to your innocuous breakfast date. Stepping back into the hallway, you listen to Danny finish himself off. As soon as he cums, you appear next to him. “Lick it off,” you whisper into his ear. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his fist to his mouth, cleaning it off completely. “Good boy. I’ll be back.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in a cafe across from Josh, sharing donuts and coffee. He’s as pleasant as always, smiling and laughing.

“Where’s Danny, anyway?” he finally asks.

“He’s at home. But there’s a reason for that. I have… an idea for you, Josh.” Josh raises an eyebrow, chewing his donut, nodding for you to continue. “I know you’ve seen the way Danny’s eyes linger on you. On your lips, your crotch.” Josh doesn’t react to this. “I want to give him everything he wants, and he wants you. Will you have him, for just one night?”

Josh considers it. “Yeah, okay,” he says evenly. “But I do have a request.”

“Anything,” you say.

“I want you there too.” Josh smiles.

You grin. “That sounds perfect. Tonight?” Josh nods.

“Are you going to tell him?” You consider the question. He might back out if he has too much time to mull it over, you think.

“No.” He nods again. “Be there at 9:00. I’ll tell him then, and if you don’t get a text by 9:15, you can leave.”

“That sounds good” Josh agrees. He stands to hug you, kissing your cheek. “Love you,” he adds.

Later that evening, you’re preparing Daniel. It’s 8:45 or so, and you know Josh will be there soon.

“Danny?” you call from the bedroom. “Could you come here and fasten this for me?” You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a strap from your favorite lingerie. Sure, you could do it yourself. But there’s no fun in that. You hear his footsteps in the hall, then the sharp intake of breath when he sees you.

“Baby,” he grins, walking to you. “What’s all this for?” he takes the strap from your hand and fastens it, then pulls you into him. You can feel his stiff cock through his jeans, poking you.

“I want you,” you answer simply. You turn toward him, cupping his face with one hand, and his dick with the other. Dropping to your knees, you take your sweet time undoing his belt, the button and zipper. You pull down his pants, eyeing his monster cock through the gray boxer briefs. You pull them down, cock springing free, and immediately take it into your mouth. He puts his hand in your hair, but knows better than to pull your head into him, or to thrust. He may be receiving the pleasure, but make no mistakes, you’re in charge.

“Thank you,” he says, like the good boy he is. You work down his shaft, taking it all in, drinking him down. “You make me feel so good.” You ignore his praise, focusing on making him feel even better. His fingers curl around your hair, tugging, and you smile, sucking him down, giving the sloppiest, most knee buckling head you can muster. “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I’m close already.” You nod — you know. “Please, is it okay? Can I cum, please?” You nod around him, and in seconds, thick hot ropes of cum are shooting down your throat. You hold him there, close to you, grabbing his ass. “Mmm, fuck,” he says again. “Thank you.” You release him and swallow, and he offers his hand, helping you up. He kisses you, warm lips on yours soft as can be, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“You’re so good for me,” you say into the kiss. “Aren’t you good for me? Tell me.”

“I’m good for you,” repeats Danny obediently.

“That’s right.” You kiss him again, eyeing the clock. 9:03. Okay. Go time. “Am I good for you, Danny?”

“Yes, yes, you’re so good for me!” he agrees. You smile.

“You wanna know how good I am?” you ask. He nods, looking at you expectantly. “Josh is waiting outside right now. You say the word, and he comes in here. We’ll both give you the time of your life.” Danny thinks it over, considering the possibility. He wants Josh. He does. Just once, really, he just wants to feel Josh, to see him and taste him. You can see him trying to decide, and judging by his cock growing between you, you think he wants it, but something is holding him back. “No tricks. No strings. I see the way you look at him.” You say. “I love you, and I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“I want him,” Danny admits, breathing hard.

“Then let me tell him.” You slide your phone out of your pocket and send Josh a text, telling him to come up.

Danny looks at you. “Are there any rules?” he asks.

“No, baby. Your only rule is to feel good.” You kiss his neck, and Danny shivers.

It’s then that you hear Josh’s footsteps in the hallway, and pull back, letting Daniel see him as he steps into the room. Suddenly, he goes shy, burying his face into your neck.

“Hello Daniel” Josh smiles.

“Baby?” you ask. “You okay? What’s your color?”

“Green,” Danny confirms with a shaky breath. “May I… may I taste him?”

“You ask him that, baby.”

Before Danny even gets the chance to ask, Josh is answering. “Yes,” he says. He pulls Daniel close and kisses him, hands in his long curly hair. “She’s right,” Josh agrees. “You are such a good boy.” Daniel whines into his kiss, his hand reaching down to touch Josh’s crotch. He’s pleasantly surprised to find Josh already hard, palming him through his sweatpants.

“I want to taste it,” Danny says.

“Then do it,” answers Josh. “Go ahead. This is all for you, Daniel, you get everything you want tonight.” Danny is on his knees in a flash, pulling Josh’s pants down, straight to the ankles. He marvels at Josh’s cock for a minute, thicker than he could’ve imagined, long and hard. He hesitates, then opens his mouth, wrapping it around the head of Josh’s dick. The moment he feels Joshua’s warm skin in his mouth, the taste of him all around, he moans. You’re watching your boyfriend suck dick like he’s done it a thousand times, taking Josh’s whole length into his mouth. Josh thrusts into him once, gently, and Danny whines, nodding.

You lay back on the bed, watching, and reach to the nightstand for a little pleasure of your own.

“Good boy,” you tell Danny, who looks to you, moaning again, and returns to feasting on Josh’s cock like a starving man.

Josh smiles, petting Danny’s hair, letting him take it slow and enjoy himself. It was all for him, after all. Josh didn’t care if he didn’t even cum, though he knew he likely would, and soon, the way Danny was going. “You feel so good, Danny, you’re a natural,” praises Josh.

“Wanna make you feel good,” Danny pants.

“You’re doing so good,” Josh tells him.

Danny nods. “Wanna make you cum. Will you cum for me? Wanna taste it.” He’s whining, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“I’ll cum for you,” Josh says. “You feel so fucking good I won’t be able help it.” Danny nods, his warm mouth around Josh’s warm cock. “I’m gonna cum, Daniel, fuck. Do you want it in your mouth? On your chest?” Danny’s whining loudly, panting, taps his chest.

“Chest,” he pants. “Rain on me, please. My chest, my face, everywhere.” Danny goes back to his work on Josh’s dick, when it pulls out with a pop and Josh moans, cock spitting all over Daniel, on his face, dripping down his chin to his muscular pecs.

“FUCK,” Josh says. Danny’s licking his lips, searching for another drop of Josh’s perfect cum. “Mm, here baby,” Josh swipes up some from Danny’s chest, putting his fingers into Daniel’s mouth, feeding him the cum. “Here, good boy.”

You take it all in, pleasuring yourself all the time.

Danny turns his head to look at you. “No rules?” he asks again.

“No rules,” you confirm.

Danny looks at Josh, eyes wide and pleading. “Fuck me. Fuck my hole please and use me.”

Josh’s eyes widen, and he turns to you, seeking permission. You nod.

“Anything for you,” Josh answers.

“Baby?” Danny asks, looking at you.

“Yes, my sweet boy?”

“Will you come over here? I want you to take care of my cock while I take his, please.” There is a fire in his eyes, and you couldn’t so much as imagine saying no, not the way he looks.

Josh smiles at him. “God, you’re fucking filthy.” He puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder and guides him to the bed, where he gestures for him to lay down. Danny props himself up on all fours on top of you, hovering just above you with his ass ready to take Josh’s thick length.

Danny looks at you. His eyes are full of love, trust, and adoration. “Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning up to kiss you. You kiss him, amazed at all the beauty happening around you. It’s amazing to see Josh look after Danny the way he does, treating him gently, with gentle, intuitive touches of someone who’s done it a thousand times.

“Lube?” Josh asks. You reach over to the nightstand, fumbling around until you feel it, then handing it over. Josh pours a good amount onto Danny’s hole, coating his finger in it also. “We’ll start slow” he tells Danny, swirling his finger around the tight entrance. “You’re tight, baby, that’ll feel so nice.” He praises, and you watch Danny’s face light up, then immediately turn to a blissful, erotic expression that can only mean Josh has begun to ease his finger into Danny. “Aren’t you a good boy,” Josh hums.

You spit into your hand, eager to get in on the action, and wrap your fist around it, pumping slowly, from end to end just the way he likes. “Does that feel good, baby?” you ask, sitting up to whisper into his ear. He nods, whining with pleasure.

“You’re so eager,” Josh remarks. “Taking me in all the way, are you ready for more?”

Danny, eyes closed, cries back “yes sir, fuck, yes daddy.” His eyes shoot open a second, realizing what he’s said, looking at you for approval.

“No rules means no rules,” you assure him, trying not to reveal just how hot and bothered it got you, the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. Josh slips another finger in, sending Daniel rocketing forward into you. You keep a steady hand on his cock and move your hand from his back to offer your breast. He takes it gratefully, suckling and biting at your nipple with each stretching push from Josh. You put your hand back on Danny’s back, gently scratching. He thrusts his hips, asking for you to stroke his cock, and you happily oblige.

“You ready, baby doll?” asks Josh. Danny nods, and cries out, feeling so empty when Josh takes his fingers out. Just as quickly as he’d taken his fingers out, he replaces them with the tip of his cock, pushing in slowly, steadily. “If you need me to stop, just tell me” Josh reminds him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please” Danny begs.

“Okay, darling, okay. Calm down. Daddy’s a good listener too, just like you.” Josh’s words, so reassuring, and yet, pure filth spewing from his mouth, make you smile.

Danny’s warm mouth finds your shoulder this time, and you slide down, giving your shoulder to him to bite while Josh stretches him further. He obliges, kissing it at first but wrapping his mouth around it and biting the closer Josh gets to bottoming out. You take your hand off of his cock to collect some of your dripping wetness, wrapping your sloppy soaked hand back around him. “You feel that, baby? That’s all from you two boys, such good boys, you did that.”

Danny nods, biting you again, moaning as you pump his cock. Josh bottoms out, and the tears in Danny’s eyes fall. “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good.” His cock twitches in your hand, revealing how close he was. “Stop,” he said, and the room stilled.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I want to fuck you, please, can I?” he asks, eyes pleading. “Please, let me finish in you.” You smile, feeling around for a condom, rolling it onto his aching, impossibly hard cock. “Thank you, baby,” he breathes. You situate yourself underneath of him, sliding his dick into your soaking wet cunt, where it belongs. You feel yourself wrap around him immediately, taking him.

“Okay,” he says. “Go again.” Josh thrusts, slowly, but the force is enough to send Danny’s cock full force into you, not quite to the hilt but damn close. You moan, reaching for Danny’s back, scratching as the pleasure rides across you. As Josh picks up speed, so do Danny’s thrusts into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he cries. “Please, fuck, can I cum?”

Before you can open your mouth, Josh says “no.” Danny hesitates. “Hold on just a little longer, please,” and it’s then that both of you realize how close Josh is too.

“Oh, fuck, yes sir, I want to feel you fill my hole with cum while I cum, please daddy,” Danny says. Josh nods, biting his lip, thrusting harder. You’re not quite there, but that’s alright — it was Danny’s night, after all.

“Okay,” Josh says, nodding, his voice more of a cry than anything. “I’m— I’m gonna—“

“Me too,” Danny says, and you feel him let go inside of you a second later. “FUCK,” he roars, grinding and gnashing through his orgasm. “Fuck, holy fucking, fuck, thank you, thank you Josh, thank you Daddy, fuck, thank you, baby thank you thank you thank you,” he whines, almost incoherent as he comes down from his orgasmic high. He’s collapsed on top of you, dick still buried deep inside.

“Okay, baby,” Josh soothes. “I’m gonna take it out now, are you ready?”

Danny nods, bracing himself against you. You feel him relax as Josh slides it out, takes the condom off and ties it, to be thrown away.

“You ready to take it out?” you ask. Daniel pouts.

“You didn’t finish,” he says.

Before you can remind him that this was his night, Josh pipes up. “Yet. She didn’t come yet. Josh lays down next to you on the bed. “Remember how I said I wanted you here, doll?” You shiver at the implication. “Daniel, darling, she was so good, wasn’t she?”

Danny nods. “The fucking best.”

“Don’t you think she deserves to cum?” Again, Daniel nods. Josh looks at you.

“How do you want to cum, baby? Tell us how we can please you.” You feel so warm, basking in the sunshine of Josh’s gentle, sexy ways. You think it over; Josh has had two orgasms, and so has Danny. You want to try Josh’s cock on for size, see how it feels, how it fills you up. “Stop thinking,” Josh snaps, and fuck, it’s even sexier than sweet, loving Josh. “You said no rules, and that applies to you too. No rules. Don’t worry about us. How do you want to cum?” You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally answer. “And when you come inside me, I want Danny to lick our cum up off of my cunt.”

Josh smiles. “You heard the girl, Daniel.” He nods, finally pulling himself out of you, and kissing your forehead.

“I love you,” he says, getting up.

“Watch,” you speak suddenly, surprising even yourself. “I watched you blow him, and you fucked me while he fucked you. Now I want you to watch him fuck me.” Danny nods.

“Yes, my queen,” he answers. He kneels on the ground, staring at you as Josh lines himself up with you.

“You ready, mama?” asks Josh. Mama. Oh, fuck.

“Yes,” you answer. He slips in easily; you’re still soaked.

“Filthy girl,” he growls in your ear. “You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. He fills you up, but you want more. You want him to fuck you, the sensitive head of his cock crashing against your g spot. “Please,” you ask, snaking your legs around his small body. “Fuck me.”

Josh smiles. “You hear that, Daniel? Your lover is begging me to fuck her,” he says.

“Give her what she wants,” Danny says, his voice strained in a way that tells you he’d have been capable of finishing you himself. Instead, he’s toying with his own red, hard cock

Josh starts to thrust, and you’re taken immediately by it. It’s intoxicating, so big and thick, and you can’t believe how fucking good he feels.

“Feels good, doesn’t it mama?” asks Josh.

“Cocky son of a bitch you are,” you pant back.

“You can call me daddy too, if you want,” Josh offers with false innocence, that devilish grin showing back up. Fuck, your legs are shaking.

“Mama and daddy,” you chuckle. “My my.” Just as you’re about to make another smartass remark, he thrusts again, taking your breath away. “FUCK, Josh,” you cry out. “I’m… I’m close, Josh, please,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says, but his tone isn’t the cool and calm one he’d been going for; it betrays just how close he is too.

“Fuck me,” you say, shamelessly grinding into him. He listens, bucking into you erratically. “Oh, fuck,” you say. “I can’t wait, I’m cumming, fuck,” you tell him.

“I’m cumming,” he assures you, and you feel his heat fill you as you let go. He gives an animalistic growl at the way your pussy thumps wrapped around him. “Fuck,” he says.

A shadow looms above you. Danny.

“My turn,” he says. Josh rolls over and Danny grabs his hair. “Taste me,” he tells Josh, feeding him the cum from his fist.

“Thank you,” Josh says. He licks it off, swallowing it all.

Danny lays on the bed, spreading your legs. With the first warm embrace of his tongue, you already know you won’t last long. He feels so good, and the little moans he’s making as he tastes your cum and Josh’s drive you crazy.

“You taste so good,” he tells you.

“You feel even better,” you answer. “You’re such a good boy.” He’s sweating, licking and suckling at your cunt, your aching clit, like he’ll die without it. “Oh fuck,” you manage. “Right there, fuck. I want your fingers.” He slides them in, curling around your g-spot. “Fuck, oh god, Danny,” you’re all but screaming now. “I’m gonna squirt, fuck,” and this is all the encouragement he needs to get you there. You’re gushing around him in a minute, blinded by white hot orgasm. You feel your hands in his hair as you come down, and realize he’s licking the squirt off of you.

“Josh,” he says. “Come taste,” and Josh does, taking Danny’s place for a moment. His lips and tongue are cooler than Danny’s, and you squirm.

“He’s right, darling, you taste divine,” Josh says. “Would you like a taste?” You nod, so he comes up to give you a kiss. You taste yourself on his breath, just the way he said you would.

He situates himself next to you, not minding the wet spot for even a second.

“Thank you” Daniel says from the other side of you. “Both of you, thank you.”

“I love you,” you tell him, turning your head for a kiss.

“Let’s get cleaned up, loves” Josh soothes. He gets up and helps you to your feet first, shuffling the first few steps to the shower with you before going back for Danny. You wince, knowing Danny’s going to be sore, and start the water to clean you all up.

You spend the night between Josh and Danny, snuggling, safe and comfortable, and so fulfilled.

[thatbanditqueen]

Basic Training Chapter 7

Mad love to my alpha @whositmcwhatsit seriously your editing and feedback make this so much better. Also love and special thanks to my lovely elvis coven, @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @peskybedtime @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @be-my-ally @shakerattlescroll @lookingforrainbows and to @ab4eva for her sweetness, you were the only person to ask me about Bess on tumblr between now and the last chapter and I was like oh, I guess someone is still reading this. Which is good. Because I am still writing it. ;)

Thanks to everyone who reads this, shares, reblogs, leaves a comment or whatever. I write for myself, but I publish for community, and I don't think I could write with out your support and friendship.

Summary: Bess resigns to get over Elvis and move on, but he has other plans.

Warnings: Not much, depictions of mental illness/delusion.

WC: 6.5 K

If you need to catch up Chapter Six: Guided Missiles or the masterlist here Basic Training

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Chapter 7: The Minefield

12:15 p.m., Friday,  April 24th, 1958

Commissioned Officer’s Mess

Army Intelligence Training Unit, Fort Hood, TX

“I thought you were applying to law school?”

Bess let her straw drop out of her mouth to meet James’ concerned stare across the mahogany table.

“Um, I changed my mind.” Her eyes dropped back to her chocolate egg cream and she paused for a moment. The sound of glasses clinking and hushed conversations reverberated through the Army Intelligence officer’s club. “I kinda dropped the ball on writing my sample essay. And,ugh, I haven't been able to focus at all on studying for the entrance exam.” Bess trailed her shoe anxiously across the burgundy carpet, she hated admitting that she had given up on lawyer school. “It’s just temporary, a temporary pause.  No, for now, I think a year or two working for the state department is the best next step. I’ve always wanted to spend time in Europe..”

“But Helsinki, Bess?” James reached over to comfort her with a hand squeeze, but she pulled loose and went back to eating her pot roast lunch.

“Finland is a stepping stone.I could be working in Berlin next summer. And Helsinki has a lot of international action. It’s right next to St. Petersburg.”

“This sudden need to go to the coldest burg in Europe wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain tall, dark soldier who’s been doing extra laps around the barracks every day, would it?”

Bess lifted her thick, white cotton napkin to obscure the blush spreading up her cheeks. “I saw that he’s had extra PT, I’ve been wondering what happened.”

“Oh? I thought for sure that was all you and your front office connections, getting back at Presley — “

“Jameson, I would never abuse my position in the Front Office for revenge. You know how basic training is. Drill sergeants use any excuse to tear you apart just so they can build you back up again. He probably was late to inspection, or maybe he tried to protest extra push ups, and now it’s marathon time everyday til he’s learned his lesson.”

“Hmmm, must be. Though I don’t feel even the teensiest twinge of sympathy for him after that stunt he pulled on you? Think it would look suspicious if he got run over by a jeep? In his barracks?” James winked at Bess/

“Ha, just say you made a wrong turn.” Bess chuckled, but her smile quickly faded into a sigh.

She speared a potato with her fork, looking at it as if it had the answer to life’s secrets like a magic eight ball. Maybe all she needed to do was turn potato over and around until it revealed her fate. Sadly, no messages turned up, and she laid it back on her plate. 

“Thing is, I knew he had other girlfriends. I just wished he’d called and canceled our plans instead of leaving me hanging to find out another way. The most humiliating way.”

“Maybe he couldn’t get away to call? Or forgot your number? Have you seen him at all?”

Bess shook her head, sipping her drink again. “Uh uh. But I’ve been avoiding him. What am I supposed to say? It hurt my feelings that you put the kibosh on our night together for a pajama party with one of your steady girlfriends?“ Her eyes met James. “But, uh, he knows my number, though. He called that Monday, after she left town. And several other times.”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I have Kay on switchboard duty. She has strict instructions to inform male callers that I’m not home.”

“You oughta talk to him, honey, let him have it.”

“I’d rather not, I  - I, it was, uh. The whole thing felt so icky, I never want to feel that way again. It took me back to last summer and Be. Except, this time, I’m the other woman and I know all about his girlfriend back in Memphis.” Bess put down her fork, unable to eat anymore.  “I think my picker is broken, James. I’m destined to be alone.”

“But are you supposed to be alone in Helsinki?”

“I’m actually excited to be single in Helsinki.” James raised his eyebrows. “What? The city is is pretty hip!They just hosted the Olympics. Lots of people live there from all over the world. After Berlin, it is one of the top hubs for working with the Ruskies.”

“Ok, ok, I get it, you hussy, you’ll probably be able to play patty cake with an assortment of good looking European men. I just can’t believe you are abandoning me, it’s so selfish. I’m almost ready to swear I’ll never buy another Presley record.”

“I’m not leaving because of him!” Bess huffed at the way James arched his eyebrow higher and straightened her napkin over her skirt. Aggressively. “I swear, how many times do I have to tell you, he’s just helped me get the perspective I needed. The straw that broke the camel’s back. I gotta get out of this place before I wind up like Mabel.”

 James sniffed as he motioned to the waiter. “Mabel seems happy, could be worse.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not. But you might be out of here before me. I only just sent in my application materials, you know how these civilian posts can be. If I make the first cut, I still have to do a round of phone interviews,an in-person one, a thorough background check. Why, I probably won’t head out until the summer. If I get it.”

James quirked his mouth and whistled when they stood to leave and shook his head.

“Seems like such a waste to store all your resources behind a desk. Should be out, serving our country at USO shows.”

Bess slapped James shoulder, then straightened his jacket, smoothing her hand over his medals.

��Jameson, stop. Do you talk to the debutantes back in Rhode Island like this? You know, half the officers in here are probably my father’s spies. Keep whistling at me like that, they’ll convince him we’re an item.” She grabbed her purse and put her gloves back on. “Besides, I am not exactly the type who likes performing or attention.:

He looked her over once again, making an exaggerated show of appreciation for the way that Bess’ smart tweed pencil skirt hugged her hips.

“Oh, but that’s what makes you such a knockout, Bessie Girl. Why don’t we get married, huh? We could travel the world together, life would never be boring. We’d have great looking, smart kids.”

Bess put her finger to James’ lips, looking into the hazel eyes that glimmered below his perfectly coiffed honey blonde hair.

“I wish I could. I can’t marry someone I don’t love, not in the way I love you anyway.It’s no good, we’d end up ruining our friendship.”

James slid his arm through Bess’ as he led them out of the officer’s club. “I suppose you’re right, Schwartz, but if you ever get desperate and want to be married to a dashing officer who’d never leave you for another woman, the offer stands.”

“This is no time to be getting married, Jameson. I’m sure you’ll want to enjoy the local flavor in Heidelberg.”

“Hmm, yeah, no matter the gene pool, it’s gotta be better than this dump.”

Bess smoothed her hair once they were outside and turned to James. He looked so handsome in his dashing officer’s uniform, cap under his arm. He was probably the best looking, wealthiest man to ever propose to her, even in jest. She really would miss him once they left Fort Hood. Bess gripped James arm tighter before they parted, and smiled.

“No kidding, I can’t wait to put Fort Hood and Elvis and everything in my rear view mirror. Get a fresh start in gorgeous, romantic Helsinki-town, city of dreams.”

“I thought that was Paris?”

“Nope, pretty sure it’s Helsinki.  Though I understand why you’re confused, Helsinki is the Paris of the Baltic Sea.”

“No one calls it that.”

“Sure they do, I’m starting it now.”

James smiled, fixing his uniform cap back on his head. “Ha, ok. Well, as they say in Helsinki, au revoir.”

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Bess’ fresh start suddenly seemed a million miles away when she glimpsed Elvis Presley running round the base. It had only taken a few minutes after she got into her father’s Oldsmobile before she recognized Elvis’ tall, perspiring figure jogging around the circular track behind the PX. There he was, in his sweat-soaked tee-shirt, dog tags jingling over his chest, running towards them in the dusk of sunset. 

It struck her for a moment how odd it was for the drill sergeants to have him do laps out here on the road near the gate instead of closer to the 37th tank division. They must be making a public example of him, she thought, having him do laps out here as people drive past on a main road out of the base. 

It was working, he looked absolutely miserable and exhausted. The cold grimace he had fixed on his face pulled on Bess’ heartstrings, and she felt a compulsory urge to go comfort him. But then she remembered why she’d cut him loose, and nodded to herself, reaffirming how wise she was protecting herself from further heartache. It wasn’t easy. 

She got so captivated watching him take off his cap and wipe his forehead as they got closer, that she suddenly realized he was about to run by her car and had to quickly duck down flat against the bench seat to avoid being seen.

“Ilsa, whatever are you doing?”

Bess popped up with a squeak, looking over her shoulder at Elvis’ figure running away behind them, then stuttered to her father. “I, um, I dropped my lipstick on the floor is all, Papa.” 

Dinner was pleasant enough. Mama served tuna noodle casserole and followed it with a cherry cream cheese jello mold. It was comforting to Bess to think these were recipes any other family on the block might be eating tonight. Though she doubted whether the other mothers were wearing a matching red dress and explaining the deep meaning behind the color red, and how powerful color it is, one that can provide all the strength and nourishment they needed. Bess did concede that cherry Jell-O tasted like what she thought the color red might taste like. 

And if a lecture on the spiritual nature of red Jell-o was the most occult Mama got tonight, then tonight was a good night. 

After eating, Bess changed into a more comfortable, simple light blue house dress, and was trying to calculate how long it had been since Mama had one of her episodes as she walked downstairs, when she heard Kay on the phone.

“Well, no Rex, I guess I’m not doing anything. Well, sure, gee whiz, yeah, I know a few friends who’d flip their lids at the chance. You bet, meet you there at 8!”

Bess turned the corner at the bottom of the landing, and gripped the polished circular handrail as Kay spun around with a wide, beaming grin. Her sister halted suddenly and tripped forward with a gasp when she caught Bess’s stare.

“Was that Elvis’ bunk mate, Rex?”

Kay gulped. “Mhmmm, I did like you told me, and said you - you weren’t home.”

Bess crossed her arms. “So what, now you’re going out with them?”

“Well, I - he - I heard Elvis tell him to invite me and any other friends to meet them at the movie theatre on post. It’s, it’s, not a date, it’s a group-like thing.”

Bess took a deep sigh. Miles Davis wafted out from behind the closed door of their father’s office at the back of the house, and she could hear her mother doing the dishes. Bess had come down to help clean up, and had planned to spend her Friday evening at home. She thought she might read or watch TV, play a game of gin rummy with Mama. Anything to take her mind off of Elvis. And now here her sister was, running out to go meet him!

“I cannot believe he invited you out.”

“And why is that? You’re not the only charming, good looking girl around here, Bess.”

“That’s not what I was saying, Kay. What kind of guy invites out the sister of a girl - a girl - a girl he’d been riding around with? You aren’t seriously thinking of going? What about Dickie?”

“It’s not like that. Cuz,  - it’s - it’s not a date. Why, they’re getting a gang together. Rex said I should bring some other girls. I’m about to call Carol and Tracy. If you think I’m gonna deprive them of the chance to meet Elvis Presley, you got another thing coming. Why, you always keep him all to yourself.” Kay huffed, and put her hands on her hips. “It’s not a date. You could come if you wanted, you know.”

Bess squeezed her hands into tight fists, squelching her sudden intense desire to slap her sister.

“You know exactly why I won’t be doing that, I told you how things went with him and you are smart enough to know he is probably doing this to upset me. And you’re helping him! My own sister. Kay Brutus Schwartz.”

Kay’s face fell, and she met Bess in the middle of the hallway. “It’s not like that at all. Please don’t be mad, Bess, but me and my friends, we have all his albums. You can’t hold it against me for wanting to go. It’s not like I asked, he - ” 

Bess brushed Kay’s hand from her shoulder and stomped off in a huff, her anger powered her through an incredibly fast cleaning session in the kitchen.

Mama dried the last plate Bess handed her, then put her arms around Bess at the sink. “See, Bessie baby, all that red Jell-o gave you the energy and focus you needed. I’ll get you some red silk underwear for your new job, I saw some in the Montgomery Ward catalog. Or were they red flannel long johns? Well, you’ll need both in Helsinki.” 

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Bess had frowned as Kay traipsed out the door to meet her friends when Carol pulled up in her mother’s yellow DeSoto. At first she took her book upstairs and sat at the window, watching for Kay’s return around 10 p.m. 

By 10:30, she had moved to the porch, where she sat up on the bench hugging her knees and trying to read while she waited to catch her sister and pump her for information outside where their parents wouldn’t hear them. 

Yawning, she was just straightening the bows on her white house slippers when she turned to see a car pulling up in front of the house. But this was not Carol’s mother’s yellow DeSoto. It was a white Cadillac. And she made the mistake of looking up long enough to note the row of guys in the back seat and make eye contact with Elvis as he parked.

Fuck, Bess muttered to herself staring back into her book, unable to focus her eyes on any of the words. In her periphery, she watched Elvis jump out and race around the front of his car, loosely putting his arm around a giddy, smiling Kay as he walked her up the path to the front porch. 

Bess took a deep breath, accepting that there was nothing she could do, that she was stuck out here with her hair in a messy bun wearing a house dress and slippers. So, she braced herself and stood to confront the most famous man in the world. 

The cool night air was no comfort to the heated temper rising in her chest as Elvis walked up the stairs in front of her, his fingers now spread over Kay’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed, and a smirk played over his face.

“Hellooooo there Bess, ain’t you sweet, coming out here to greet me.”

“Hmmmm.” Bess nodded, curtly, exhaling at Kay’s sheepish grin.

“Well, I enjoyed our date tonight, Kitty Kat, didju?” He gave Kay’s shoulder a rub and Kay laughed nervously at his nickname, glancing back at Bess as she untangled herself from Elvis’ grip.

“Oh, well, it was a gas to meet you and the whole gang,” Kay made a show of waving at the car, “Tell Rex thanks for the Coke and candy.”

Elvis ran his hand through his hair.“Uh, well, I wudda bought you all the Cokes you wanted, I just -”

Bess interrupted him. “Let me guess, you forgot your wallet?”

 “Yeah, guess that’s happened before.” Elvis chuckled. 

“Ahem, Kitty Kat is it?” Bess raised her eyes at her sister. “Probably time you were in bed, little girl. I have a few words I need to have with your date, here.”

Kay coughed and avoided Bess’ intense look of death as she thanked Elvis for a fun night. He grabbed her hand, making eye contact with Bess over Kay’s shoulder and he hugged her sister and gave her a soft peck on the cheek. Kay hung in his embrace for several beats, then scuttled away to leave Elvis with Bess’s cool stare

“You have some nerve.”

Elvis took a step toward her, “Aw, Bess, now see, when you act like this it makes me think you still like me.”

“Is that ri-ight?” Her voice wavered as he took a step toward her with his shoulders back, head forward, rubbing the back of his neck. She stumbled back a few steps, distracted by the way his eyes pierced her from under his eyebrows.

“See, you actin’ like ya jealous, honey. But you ain’t playin’ fair.“

“Really. I don’t play fair?”

“Uh uh.” Now he was hovering over her, backing her into the front of the house, his lower lip hanging open as he leaned over her. “You play hot one day, then cool the next. Won’t take my calls, but now ya jealous. Playin’ games s’what it is, and I can’t stand chicks who play games.”

“Ha!” Bess had meant her declaration to be a lot more forceful than how it came out as a muffled breath into the dark, red fisherman’s sweater Elvis was wearing. Of course! Of course his sweater was red. It sucked all Bess’ strength right out of her. And her resolve. She tried for dear life to hang on to the painful embarrassment that had punched her in the gut when she met Anita.

“You’re - you’re - you had - you’re the one who -”

Elvis’ hand was at her waist, and his thumb pressed over her belly button.

“Sshhh. I know, I missed our date.”

Bess mumbled toward her shoes. “Well, I wouldn’t call a party in a cheap motel room a date by any me-“

Elvis’ pursed his lips in a grin as he brought his other hand to Bess’ cheek, his eyes gleaming as she shivered in him. He tilted her chin to meet his eyes. Bess tried to shake him off, but couldn’t, she was spellbound by the pair of dark blue eyes above her. 

She reminded herself that there was an audience of grown men watching them from his back seat. Then she thought she saw the curtain at the front window ripple and realized Kay was probably leaning against the wall inside, spying on them. She thought about how Elvis had invited her sister out, at the very least to get her attention, or at worst, to make her jealous. She thought about how she had sworn to her best friend hours ago that she never wanted to see Elvis Presley again. She tried to grasp at all these things and more as Elvis stepped closer to her, and shifted his arm over her against the wall. But suddenly thinking was very difficult. Elvis’ thumb circled the button at the waist of her cotton house dress.

“OK, ok,well, when you say it like that, sounds awful. Definitely weren’t no date. Still, Kitty Kat told me how upset you’ve been. And I know I shudda called you.” Elvis took a deep breath, and coughed. “ And, well, that gal came down and surprised the hell outta me, is what happened. I didn’t invite her, now that’s the god’s honest truth. But, well, put me in an awful bind and I couldn’t get away to call you. Wudda much rather spent the weekend with you, Moo Moo.”

His breath was warm on her neck, and the way he murmured her nickname was like a sultry saxophone solo. Bess closed her eyes as it rolled over her body, giving her goosebumps. His whisper was full of vulnerable need and Bess couldn’t believe that she actually felt bad for him, as if she were to blame for everything.

“I - I - I’m sorry.”

“Nah, honey, I reckon, if I’m honest with ma self,  you have every right to be sore at me. But you havta give a man the chance to defend hisself. Tell me now, don’t a man deserve a chance to splain?”

There was his thumb, gliding over the front of her stomach, rubbing back and forth.

“Really, I wasn’t trying to play games.”

“I know, Moo Moo. I know’d you weren’t really like that, else I wouldn’t be here.” He leaned in, pressing his open lips to the corner of her jaw, soft and delicate as he continued his whispers. “Though I don’t know if I could stay away even if you were the devil, baby. Ain’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His mouth was warm on her neck. “You, and only you.”

His touch sent a wave of feverish heat through her body, and Bess didn’t care if he was lying, all she knew was that she would willingly go back to his motel room with him right now in her flimsy white house slippers and all. However, before she could make that suggestion, she heard the front door open and she jumped up instantly, pushing Elvis away at the sight of her father’s silhouette in the dim porch light.

“Elizabeth, it’s cold out tonight. Why don’t you invite your guest inside?”

Bess swallowed hard, glancing up at Elvis, whose cool demeanor and friendly smile belied the fingers she could see tapping against his thigh through his pocket. She looked out at the car, then up at the dark sky, shaking her head to herself.

“ Hi Papa, this is, uh - ”

Elvis stood up straight and jerked his hand out as he strode to shake her father’s hand.

“Uh, good evening, Sir, I’m Elvis, Elvis Presley.”

“Yes, I’ve been expecting to meet you for some time now.” Bess’ mouth dropped open. Before she could find the words to protest, her father was putting his arm around Elvis and guiding him inside. “I understand you and Ilsa have been spending a lot of time together, jah?”

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“Can I pour you a whiskey?” The table lamp flickered as Bess’ father walked by, his calm words trailed behind him on his way to the bar. 

Elvis sat at the edge of the couch patting his hand to a silent rhythm and then bouncing up again to pace over to the hi-fi set.

“Naw, jus a Pepsi - or a Big Red, honey.” Bess glared at him as he looked up at her from where he perched in front of the record player. “Bessie. I mean, Eliz-a-bess.”

Bess frowned as Elvis popped open the concealed door in the sound system’s speakers and proceeded to rifle through her father’s LP collection. Her father arched his eyebrow, muttering in German that the boy seemed to know his way around and feel quite at home, jah? Bess was asking Rex and Lamar what they wanted when Mama floated into the living room, swaying the skirt of her red dress back and forth, a dreamy look in her face. Bess froze, looking around the room, then scuttling over to her mother and latching her arm around Mama’s waist, whispering in her ear.

“Mama - Hi Mama, I thought you went upstairs to relax?”

The boys all stood up as Mama patted Bess on the shoulder. “Bess, you’re making the lamps all buzzy, stop buzzing around and introduce me to your friends.”

Bess sighed and then froze when Elvis walked over and took her mother’s hand, kissing the top.

“Evening, ma’am, I’m Elvis, Elvis Presley, s’a pleasure to meet you, I can see where your daughters get their good looks from, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

Mama giggled and blushed. “Ha, well, you are charming. The faeries told me Bessie had a new beau, but they didn’t say he was handsome.” Bess’ face went white as she tried to guide her mother to the big orange leather chair in the corner, but Mama swatted her hands away. “Bess, I said to quit fussin’. Go get our guests something to drink.”

Every cell in Bess’ body was on high alert, and she rubbed at her throat trying quell the nauseous, tight feeling that now plagued her stomach. Bess had not brought Ben, her former fiancee, home to meet her family until he had asked her to marry him. At that point, they had already been going steady for two months, she had trusted Ben completely and had given him a thorough debriefing on Mama and the family dynamics. She had known Elvis a month. ANd spent the last two weeks hating him.

Elvis returned her mother’s hand and flashed Bess a warm, crooked reassuring smile. Rex and Lamar gathered next to him making their awkward introductions, before Papa walked over and offered Mama his hand, tilting his head at Kay. 

“Come sit with me, Emily, let the boys relax. Katherine, you get the drinks.”

Bess followed Kay into the hall. “I’ll get it, Kay, I -uh - I was gonna make Mama a special cup of tea - “

“I got it, I know how to do it. You go back in there.” Kay winked, and left Bess to sigh as she took a deep breath and resigned herself to face whatever was waiting for her in the living room.

Elvis sat on the edge of the couch trying to stop his knee from bopping up and down with the palm of his hand, already in conversation with Bess’ father.

“Jah, I started off in the German division, but now I oversee all intelligence training.”

Elvis’ eyes widened and he seemed grateful to see Bess walk back into the room and hit Lamar to clear the seat next to him on the couch. Bess shook her head and sat at the piano bench, trying to think of how to change the subject.

“Papa, I imagine the boys are tired after a long week and - “

“Oh Bessie, don’t send them away!” Mama waved her off as she got up and happily plopped into the clear spot next to Lamar, shooting Bess a playful frown. “You never bring friends over any more, it’s a breath of fresh air having young people over. Want any leftover tuna noodle casserole?”

A momentary grimace passed over Elvis’ face as he declined, and Bess' father coughed.

“Too bad we don’t have any meatloaf, perhaps zat would have suited you better.”

“Actually, mister, I’m bout plumb fed up with meatloaf, EP’s been ordering - “ Lamar stopped talking at the sight of Elvis’ eyebrow, arched in warning. 

“Well, Bess makes a great meatloaf, you boys will have to come back for dinner sometime. I’ll get her to cook it up for you.” Mama bowed her head with certainty as she spoke, turning Elvis’ hand over in her lap as if to read his fortune. “Elvis, such an unusual name. What does it mean?”

“Ugh, well, ma’am.” Elvis scooted back against the arm rest, turning in to face Bess’ mother more directly. “I have been told it means someone who is uh, very wise.” He winked over at Bess as she rolled her eyes. Kay returned, and she bounced up to assist in handing out the drinks. 

“I’ve never heard the name Elvis before tonight, is it common where you’re from?”

Lamar gasped. “You never heard ‘a Elvis?”

“No, why, should I? Do you all work with Henry in Intel?” 

Elvis shook his head. “No, no ma’am, Rexadus here and I, well, we’re new recruits, and Lamar right here is jus’ a ole friend of mine, visiting.”

Mama smiled big. “Oh, well, if you think I would have heard of you from Bess, you have another thing coming. She’s a sphinx, that one, never tells me anything about anything.I have to get all my gossip from the wind.”

“Elvis is a famous performer, mama. They’re surprised you’ve never heard of him because he is on the radio. And the movies.”

“Oh, is that true? Would I know any of your music?”

Just then, the phone in Papa’s office began to ring and he stood up to excuse himself, muttering in German that he would hardly call it music. Bess exhaled a chuckle at the curious look on Elvis’ face. 

“I’m guessing that weren’t a rousin’ endorsement from ya daddy,huh ?”

She shook her head, and Mama clucked.

“Oh, Henry didn’t get enough red food tonight, don’t mind him. You know, you’re not the first song and dance man I’ve met. When I was a girl - “

“-I met Eddie Cantor when he sang at Zeyde’s theatre on Coney Island.” Bess and Kay exclaimed in unison with a grin.

Bess relaxed as the room filled with warm laughter and she almost felt like they were a normal family, teasing and chiding each other as they entertained guests.

“Oy, well, it’s true, you boys have heard of Eddie Cantor, haven’t you?” Mama grinned at their nods, and took it as her cue to keep talking between sips of tea. “Well, I was just a kid when he was first making it big in New York. And my father had this vaudeville theater, and we met all sorts of acts working their way up the circuit. Baby Rose Marie, Bert WIlliams, Jimmy Durante, and, of course, a lot of nobodies trying to be somebodies. Eddie was probably the most successful guy to come through our place. Boy, was he handsome! Tall, dark hair, those big gorgeous eyes, like two rounds of chocolate.”

“Mama, zey ton nisht veln tsu hern vegn deyn shule meydl krashiz.”

“Oh, Bess thinks I shouldn’t share these things. She thinks I’m an old lady, that I don’t have blood pulsing in my veins. But I’ve always appreciated a good looking man.” Mama patted Elvis' knee. “Still do.” Then all of a sudden she swayed into Elvis' shoulder, her eyelids fluttering before she slumped on his shoulder.

“Ma’am? Ya ok? I’ve had girls swoon before, though they usually heard a me.”

Bess jumped up and looked over at her sister. “How much did you put in her tea, Kay?”

“Just a tablespoon.”

“It’s supposed to be a teaspoon!” Bess growled through clenched teeth as she felt her mother’s pulse, and tried to unfurl her mother’s arm from around Elvis’ shoulder.

“I’ll take her up - “

“Aw, honey - s’ok, want me to - “

“ - Well, it was an easy mistake.” Kay hovered behind Bess, and stomped her foot.

Mama’s eyelids fluttered back open for a moment and she looked up into Elvis' face. “You know, you have a beautiful aura, Alvis, I can tell you are a good person - Bess, if you don’t marry him, I will.” 

Bess gulped, and looked at Kay. “Help me get her up the stairs?”

Before they could do anything, Elvis lifted Mama and nodded at Bess. “Jus lead the way, ‘k Bess honey? Boys, y’all go on out to the car, and we’ll get outta ya hair ‘fore you say lickety splickety.” 

Lamar sighed with relief and could not get through the hallway fast enough, almost knocking the telephone off the little desk as he passed. Rex, however, hung back, gathering up the bottles of pop and taking them to the kitchen behind Kay, looking back to nod at Elvis in a silent offer to help. Elvis shook his head and followed Bess up the stairs.

“Alright, now, Mrs. Schwartz, ma’am, ya gonna be snug as a bug in a rug, jus you wait.”

Elvis set Mama down in her bed carefully, gently taking her hands and placing them at her sides. Mama opened her eyes and trailed her fingers over the sharp edge of Elvis' crew cut, smiling dreamily as she asked “Almond” if he would marry her.

“Ya so sweet and beautiful, I would, I would  if I could, ma’am.”

Tears welled up behind Bess’ eyes as she watched the tender way Elvis kissed her mother’s cheek and squeezed her hand before she passed out. They exchanged a long look, and Bess blushed.

“I’m sorry you had to see all this, I’m so embarrassed. You didn’t have to stay and help me - “

Elvis rubbed her shoulder. “Honey, I wanted to help, I like helping folks. Ain’t nuthin to be shamed of. Really Moo Moo, wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to. An getting to spend my night with the prettiest lil gal in town, why, that’s just the icing on the cake.” His face scrunched into a big grin as he held her, and bess nodded into the comfy wook of his red sweater.

Elvis stood in the doorway, watching curiously as Bess took off her mother’s shoes and tucked her under the large, homemade victory quilt that they had sewn from old clothes during the war. It was the only blanket Mama would sleep with, and for Bess, it evoked that time in her childhood when Papa was overseas doing things he couldn’t talk about and Mama was the strongest woman she could imagine. 

Now, as she looked down at her mother and smoothed hair out of her face, it was Mama who resembled a little girl, finally relaxed and at ease as she started to snore. Her sleeping face free from the cares and mysteries of the world. Bess kissed her mother on the forehead, and turned to find Elvis waiting for her in the doorway. His blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, as his thumb rubbed the side of her shoulder.

“Holdin’ it all together, ain’t ya Moo Moo. I see you. I really do.” 

Bess shuddered at his touch, wiping the side of her eyes.

“I, um, I. Well, you caught us on a bad night, Almond.”

He chuckled, drawing her into his arms and kissing the top of her forehead.

“Nah, ain’t nothing bad about anything.” The sides of his crinkled as he smirked. “Almond, huh. maybe ya mama there is on to sumpin. Might sell more records and movie tickets if I changed my name to Almond instead. Tell you what, wudda made it harder for the Army to find me.”

“Yes.” She took his hand and led him back down the stairs.”Though you would have missed out on your freel vacation here at beautiful Fort Hood.” 

They were back on her porch, and Elvis was clasping her hand tight. He looked out at the darkness, and at his car on the street, then over the garden, before turning back to hover over Bess, hands resting at her waist.

“Wudda missed out on meeting you, honey. Ya my silver lining. Tonight, being here with you, I know it now for certain that fate brought us together.”

Bess turned her head to listen to the crickets, wondering if they had any advice on how to defy fate. Especially when fate distracted you from all common sense by nuzzling your forehead. 

“Elvis - I - “

His lips were at her ear as he drew her closer. “Aw, Moo Moo, I cain’t bear to think I made you cry. I mean it.” His thumbs rolled up and down Bess’ sides. ”I promise, ain’t ever let that happen again. I swear. Cuz I need ya, honey, been thinking ‘bout you all the time.”

Bess couldn’t resist the way his eyes lit up with hopeful vulnerability, it made her feel like she was the one who had wronged him by withdrawing her company from him. 

“I  - I think about you too.” She cupped his cheek. “I’ve seen you doing laps every evening, are you doing okay?”

Elvis huffed and pinched her side. “Oh, yeah, you know me. Every morning, those drill sergeants find a reason to be cross at me, makin’ me do extra PT. But ain’t nothin I can’t handle.”

Bess nodded. Then Elvis’ hands tightened all the way around her, constricting her so tight she almost couldn’t breath, before parting with a soft, chaste farewell kiss and a vague promise to call her the next day.

Bess was humming to herself as she turned off the porch light and locked the door behind her, stopping short when she saw her father come out of his office.

“Everything ok, Papa?’

“Jah, jah. That was just the secure line, a call from D.C.” He straightened his sweater, coughing as he took in the dim quiet of their house. “Ze hound dog has run off, I take it?”

“He’s not so bad, you know.” Bess shifted and looked at her feet, unable to stop the smile at the corner of her mouth. “The drill sergeants have really had it out for him this last week. He’s been running extra PT and they put him on latrine duty. Must have pissed off the wrong person.”

Bess stopped talking, noticing that her father’s face had soured into a tight grimace. She had probably been right not to tell her parents that she had been seeing Elvis. This would be tough, now there was nothing she could do now.

“Jah, that boy did piss off the wrong person. Me. You would be wise to cut your ties with him, Elizabeth, he does not respect women. And you have a bright future ahead of you. I might expect Katherine to be dazzled by this flash of Memphis. But you are too smart for all that. I would hate to see you lose focus on your goals to run around with a boy who brings his hoochie coochie girlfriends to town and flaunts them in your face.” 

Bess was silent as her father pursed his lips, nodding, then said good night. She listened to the sound of his footsteps as he walked up stairs, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how he had found out about Elvis. About the debacle with Anita. About all of it. 

The disappointment she had seen in her father’s eyes crushed her, and Bess tossed and turned in her bed all night trying to figure out how she could make him understand that she could have fun and still go after her goals. It was the thought of Elvis’ long thumbs caressing her body that finally calmed her down. The memory of his touch was like her own personal dose of benzodiazepine, it made her forget all her problems and give herself over to the sandman.

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Crock Effect

(Jaime Reyes)

[Art is not mine! Credit to Psuede]

Requested by: Moka664441

[Idea inspired by sepia-stained-sunset on tumblr; story called “Core Four Are Each Others' Greatest Weapons Against Parental/Mentor Figures”]

Keys:

Y/N

N/N

Word Count: 3268

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Cursing

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A couple weeks ago the team got a new member. His name is Jaime and the poor kid has some alien embedded in his back. He's a bit of a mess which leads to a lot of mishaps and a lot of him getting yelled at. It's okay though, entering the hero life is a lot to deal with.

"Jaime!" M'gann yells from the living room.

Everyone in the training room turns towards Jaime to see how he'll react. He pales and his eyes go big.

I roll my eyes before walking towards the bug boy. "What are you doing?" Tim hisses at me, grabbing my arm to pull me back.

"I'm going help Jaime get out of trouble. I'm tired of hearing him get yelled at," I answer, shrugging Rob off of me before continuing my walk.

"Jaime!" M'gann yells again as I get in front of the new member.

"What did you do?" I whisper to him as I glance up and down his body. I haven't gotten the chance to really know Jaime yet. Conner is always super protective when new people join the team. Especially new people that can't control their abilities yet.

"Um..." He says, glancing down at me before looking back towards the kitchen. "I was rushing to make a mac n cheese cup before practice and forgot to add water. I was going to clean it up but Kaldur started before I could."

"Jaime! What did you do to my microwave?" M'gann asks, floating into the training room. Her eyes are hard and her hands are balled up on her hips.

"I-"

"I'm sorry M'g," I say, interrupting Jaime. "I ask Jaime to make me something to eat before sparring which ate up his prep time. I made him feel rushed, I'm sorry," I say again, softening my eyes and sending her a soft smile.

"Oh! It's okay Y/N. I'll go make you something to eat, yes?" M'gann says, all her anger instantly washing from her face before she leaves the room.

Jaime glances between M'gann and me a few times before speaking. "What the hell was that?"

"The baby Crock effect," Robin says, dramatically rolling his eyes to make sure we can see it even with his mask on.

"What's the 'baby Crock effect'?" Jaime asks, glancing at me again before turning back to Tim.

"The 'baby Crock effect' is pretty much that Y/N can do no wrong in the eyes of the OGs."

"I can do wrong! I've gotten in trouble before! I just got yelled at by Nightwing yesterday!" I peep up, crossing my arms and glaring at Batman's mini-me.

"You compromised a mission cause you slipped off a tree branch and gave up our spot. And what did Nightwing do?" Robin bites back, trying to look intimidating.

"He yelled at me, telling me I'm reckless and need to work on my eligibility."

"Exactly! Exactly! He yelled at you and then apologized for raising his voice. If anyone else would have done that, they would have been benched for at least a week and had double training and-" Robin says, but gets cut off from Nightwing slapping him upside the head.

"Stop picking on Y/N," Our leader says before sending me a smile. "Hello Princess."

"Hey Wing-man," I say back, waving at him with a big smile.

"See? Baby Crock effect," Rob says, rubbing the back of his head.

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     After sparring practice we all decided to chill out in Jaime's room and play some video games. I don't really know what video game they're playing nor do I care. I'm just here to support and talk with Cassy. She has a crush on Robin - for god knows why - and wanted uninterrupted goggly eye time.

     "I am going to kill you, bug boy!" Wally yells as he paces the hallway, slamming open bedroom doors. So much for uninterrupted, I guess.

     Everyone in the room sighs and glares at Jaime, who's sat next to Garfield, waiting for his turn on the game. "Now what did you do?" Gar asks, turning towards his friend.

     "Artemis asked me to pop into her room earlier to grab her arrows," Jaime answers, the blue of his armor slowly enveloping him as Wally gets closer.

     "And?" Beast Boy pushes.

     "And I may have stopped to look at Wally's collection and maybe accidentally broke an arrow he had on the shelf."

"You are so dead," Cass says between laughs.

"It's just an arrow. It shouldn't be that big of a deal," Jaime huffs up, trying - but failing - to hide his nervous.

"Ya, just the arrow from the first time my sister and him crossed paths," I mumble, sitting up in Jaime's bed.

"Start your prayers, Reyes," Wally says, slamming open the door. He is pissed. The broken arrow is clenched in his hand, eyebrows pushed so far together that they look like a unibrow, and face so red it matches his hair.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, trying to make my eyes watery to really sell my act. "I didn't mean to break your arrow, Walls."

Just like M'gann, Wally softens when he looks at me. "Don't cry N/N. It's just an object," He says, walking up to the bed to cup my face.

"I'll ask Batman to use my allowance to get it fixed. I promise," I say, forcing out a hick up as I bury my head into Wally's neck.

Wally runs his fingers through my hair and places soft kisses against my head. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it fixed." He smoothers me in more kisses before pulling me off of him. "You're the prettiest little lady," He tells me, kissing my forehead before walking out of the room.

Once the door is closed, Cassy busts out laughing. "Fucking faker," she says between laughs. "It's almost terrifying how easy you play the OGs."

"It's cause she's the baby. 'The prettiest little lady'," Robin says sarcastically.

"Don't be mad that I'm liked more than you, third place," I mumble, sliding off the bed and crawling over to Jaime. "Would you stop getting in trouble today? I can only dig you out so many times before they catch on that I'm covering for you."

"I'll try my best," Jaime says, followed by a nervous laugh.

I look at him for a second, debating if he'll actually stay out of trouble or not. Probably not. "Whatever," I mumble, crawling back into the bed and stretching out next to Cassy again.

"Lucky you, Jaime. Seems like you got adopted by the team sweet heart," Gar teases, handing the game controller to him.

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The past couple days have been pretty peaceful. All the missions have gone smooth, Nightwing - and Batman - have been pretty calm lately, and most importantly Jaime has stayed out of trouble which means the yelling in the mountain has gone down.

In the past week or so, Jaime has started cuddling up to me. I've enjoyed it. He's a funny and sweet guy. That, and it's just nice to know the people you're working with. Apparently he's from Texas and personally, I like myself a cowboy.

Thoughts of Jaime fill my head a bit more than I'd like as I walk through the hallway, heading towards the living area.

Bart - our newest addition - is talking with Jaime and Tim in the living room. Supposedly, Bart is Barry's grandson. Richard tested his DNA and said it's true but I still have a weird feeling about the new speedster. Given, he is a time travel that just appeared in our training room like two days ago so the feeling might be because of that.

"I don't think your mom is going to flip, Dude," Bart says as I stroll through the room.

"I burnt a hole through my Jordans! My Jordans! Do you know how expensive they are? Almost two hundred dollars! How do I even explain how I did it? If I go up and say 'hey mama I've been sneaking around to be a hero and on patrol today I recked my Jordan's, my bad' she'll flip!" Jaime says, looking over his shoes as he panics.

I sit on the couch, listening to the two boys bicker back and forth for awhile. Soon, Nightwing's voice starts filling the room as he walks through. "One second Bats," He says, beelining for me instead of just walking through the room. "Hey princess, you need anything before I pop out to Gotham?" He asks, bending down to kiss my check.

"Hey Wing-man! Hey Batty!" I add, propping up some to get closer to Richard's phone. "Can I have $400?" I ask, plopping back down on the couch.

Nightwing takes out his wallet and starts counting twenties as he continues his conversation with Bruce. "I'll call you before you go to bed, ya?" Richie asks, leaning down to hand me the money and kiss me again but this time he kisses the crown of my head.

"I'll talk to you tonight," I answer, propping up some to give him a side hug before he walks out. I count out the money, splitting it in half. "Here you go," I say, leaning towards Jaime.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asks, eyeing me and the stack of cash.

"Buy new Jordan's? Duh," I answer, shoving the money in his hand before getting up to leave.

"How?" Beetle boy asks, looking at me in disbelief. "How did you just... get that much money? From Nightwing of all people?"

I giggle a little at his disbelief. "Nightwing is like filthy rich. Well, Batman is filthy rich but Nightwing gets to enjoy that money too."

"That doesn't really answer my question," Jaime says, feeling the money like he doesn't believe it's real.

"I don't know... Nightwing has just always given me money when I ask. He blows like a shit ton of money on me at all the parties we go to so four hundred isn't really that big of a deal."

Jaime looks at me in disbelief, his mouth moving like a fish as he struggles to get words out. "Thank you?" He finally says, but he words it more of a question than a statement.

"You're welcome! Make sure you get your sneakers," I say before heading towards Conner's room. I have shopping to do now!

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"You are ground! Grounded from patrol, grounded from going out during team times, grounded from everything, you hear me?!" Kaldur yells, filling the mountain with his voice.

I sit up in my favorite fluffy chair in the library. Perking up at the sound of drama. I know drama can be pretty messy when you're in it but just observing it is pretty fun.

I sneak through the hallways, trying not to make a noise as I snoop out where Kaldur is. I want to know what's going on and who's getting yelled at. Most importantly, I want to know how said person fucked up.

I round the corner into the training room. M'gann's ship is back and surprisingly Batman is here. That means someone really fucked up.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!" A voice says. A voice with a certain Hispanic accent.

What trouble did Jaime get himself into this time? Most he something big of the Bat is here to deal with it too.

"I don't care if you meant too or not, you endangered the team. We can't have that happening so until further notice, as soon as you step foot into this mountain you are not leaving unless it's to go home. Am I-"

"Kaldur!" I chirp running into the room. I wiggle my way past Conner, Bart, Richard, and Lagoon to jump on the fish boy. Kaldur catches me, holding me against his torso with his arms wrapped around me. "You didn't tell me you were going on the mission with Conner," I say, running my hands over his buzz cut.

"I'm sorry. It was a last minute decision."

"Still, I like to know you're okay," I say, laying my head on top of the older boy's head.

"Well, I am okay," He says, setting my back down on my feet. "What have you been up to today?" He asks, moving the hair out of my face.

"Well the big bad detective over there was suppose to take me shopping and to get my gala dress yesterday," I say, poking some fun at Bruce. "But he had a meeting so Jaime said he'd take me to pick it up today."

"I already apologized," Bruce teases back, walking up behind me. His cape envelopes me a bit, filling me with the familiar warmth.

"Jaime has been grounded to the mountain," Kaldur says, glancing between Bruce and me.

"But Jaime promised," I pout, feeling Batman shift behind me.

Kaldur sighs through his nose, taking a glance at Jaime before turning toward me again. "Fine, he won't be grounded to the mountain. That doesn't mean you're off the hook though." Kaldur says, turning towards Jaime during the last part.

"Do you have money to go shopping with?" Batman asks, already counting out some cash.

"I have some allowance stored up that I was going to use," I say, a smile playing on my lips as I watch Conner and Richard both pull out their wallets as well. Maybe I am a bit favorited.

"Absolutely not," Bruce says, handing me some cash as he continues to go through his wallet.

     It doesn't take long for Richard to add to the cash pile. "Wing-man, take your money back. You already gave me money this week," I say, trying to give him back the cash he handed to me.

     "Nope," he answers, walking out of the room before I can give it back to him.

     "Have her back before dark," Conner starts, focusing his attention to Jaime as he adds to the stock pile. "And don't be touchy cause I will find out and I will kill you."

     "Uhhh... yes sir," Jaime says, his eyes widening a bit at Conner's threat.

     "Take my credit card too," Bruce says, stepping in front of Sups to add the black rectangle to the pile.

     "I have more than enough, Bats. I don't need your credit card too."

     "Maybe you will. You never know," he says, patting my head before rubbing it, messing my hair up some. "Plus, I have more money than I know what to do with. Might as well spend it."

     "You are all fucking crazy," Jaime mumbles, walking out of the room to change out of his uniform.

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     "So... your family is like crazy rich," Jaime says as we walk down the Happy Harbor strip mall.

     "My family lived in the Gotham ghetto. Well, all of Gotham is pretty much the ghetto but you get the vibe I'm going for," I correct Jaime, stopping outside a store to admire the dress in the window.

     "Don't seem like it. You just got handed what? Seven hundred dollars?"

     "Well if you want to get technical, Batman has a hundred thousand dollar limit on his credit card so I got handed hundred thousand nine hundred dollars," I say, pushing up the store door, causing the bell above it to jingle.

     "And you want me to believe you live in the ghetto?" He asks, looking around at the different displays as I snoop around for something Conner might like.

     "Lived," I correct again, stopping to smell some of the candles. "After Wally and Artemis got a place together Artemis insisted that I moved out of Gotham and either stayed with them in Central City or lived at the mountain with the other members."

Jaime watches me as a check out the candles. I'm thinking the rose one for M'gann and the cinnamon one for Barbra. "So what's the deal with everyone just handing you money then?"

     I hand the candles to Jaime to hold before heading down the next aisle. "Well Batman is a billionaire because of some technology company he inherited from his parents. Then Conner is inheriting Lex Corporation whenever Luther rolls over and dies. So I'm not rich but Nightwing and Conner are."

"Oh," Jaime says, brushing against me as he shifts out of the way for someone to pass. His skin feels warm against my own. "So like I get the whole OGs having a soft spot for you thing cause of Artemis but how'd you manage to soften up Batman?"

     I hum a bit, looming through clothes racks. "Before moving into the mountain to stay with Conner I use to live with Arty and Wally. When they were away on missions I would stay with Nightwing. Aka I use to stay with Batman when they were away."

     "Oh," Jaime says, taking some of the clothes I've picked up out of my arms. "Does that mean one day you'll inherit Lex Corporation?"

     "Hmm... I never thought about that. I mean if Conner never has kids of his own I guess so."

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     "Did you have fun?" I ask Jaime as he helps carry my bags to my room.

     "I mean I wouldn't willingly spend my whole day shopping but it wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be," he answers, setting my bags on the floor before flopping on my bed.

     I do mostly the same; taking the time to hang up my gala dress before joining Jaime on my bed.  "So you got to know all about my gold digging ways today, what do I get to know about you in return?" I ask, rolling to my side to look at the boy in my bed. Save a horse, ride a cow- nope. There will be no cowboy riding today.

     "What do you want to know?" He asks, turning his head towards me. It takes me a second to get my thoughts straight, shifting around for basic things I want to know about Jaime while trying to push down the thoughts of kissing him.

“Where are you from?” I ask, wiggling closer to him to test the waters.

“Texas,” He answers, not so secretly glancing down my body.

“Well ya I know that. Where in Texas?” I push, shifting so close that our noses are almost rubbing.

“El Paso,” he whispers as his eyes lock on my lips. Jaime shifts his head up as his hands wrap around my hips. He softly pulls me towards him. I oblige, sliding myself on to his lap. “You know, I usually don’t take a liking to people swooping in to save me,” he says, our lips barely brushing against each others as he talks.

“Ya?” I ask, placing my hands above each of his shoulders to steady myself. Maybe I will be saving a horse tonight.

“Ya, but being saved by a pretty girl like you has been nice,” Jaime says, sliding his hands down to cup my ass.

I close the gap between us, finally pushing my lips against Jaime’s. The kiss is cut short though, by my bedroom door slamming open. “I told you not to be touchy!” Conner yells as he storms into the room.

“Hate to break it to you Reyes but I can’t save you from this one,” I whisper against his lips, teasing the boy under me.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 12 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *taps mic* Is...is this thing on? Am I back on Tumblr? Lol I was totally going to post this last night but I couldn't log in on any of my devices lol

I need you to be proud of me when you read this because it took all my power to not go full "I'm in Control" and leave this chapter with ALL the angst! Lol Make no mistake...*evil laughs* There is angst but I didn't end it with a cliffhanger that would have y'all upset with me until I wrote the next chapter lol Enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Light smut with all the angst, Y/N is referred to a lot as a whore/slut, mentions of aftermath from the last chapter (blood, cuts, bruises), Eddie talks about his trauma with his parents abandoning him.

There is a phone call and Steve's dialogue is in RED.

I'm not going to lie that's more or less the main theme of this chapter is that feeling OF being abandoned. These three are going through it but thankfully they have each other. This, however, is a completely new feeling to Y/N so I think that's why she reacts the way that she does (you'll see what I mean.)

Word Count: 5109

Your eyes remain on the floor as you sit in the principal’s office, numb to his words as he continues to shout at the other boys in the room. Blood drips from Eddie’s fingers as it flows from his knuckles where he repeatedly punched the other student in the face. Steve’s hair hung in front of his eyes, blocking the cuts and scrapes that currently adorned his own features. 

“2 months. You seriously can’t wait 2 months till you’re out of my school to pull a stunt like this?!”, Mr. Higgins screeched. “Mr. Martin and Mr. Martinez, we do not use that kind of language at our school and we certainly don’t write it.”

“Yeah. That’s why we kicked their ass. Because words like ‘slut’ are not tolerated here at Hawkins High.”, Eddie sassed. 

“You didn’t ‘kick our ass’, freak. You’re just lucky we didn’t get to finish.”

“Didn’t get to finish. I’m sure you’ve heard many women say that to you in the past.”

“Fuck you, Munson!”

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough.” Everyone becomes silent again as the principal rises to his feet. “Everyone is suspended for a week and be glad I don’t bar you from graduation.”

“If I may.”, Mr. C clears his throat as he pats Mr. Higgins shoulder trying to calm him down. “Since Mr. Munson and Mr. Harrington were trying to defend a fellow student being bullied maybe for them, we can cut that in half. Three days instead of a week.”

The principal sighs as you feel his eyes swivel your way. “Y/N, my apologies. I forgot you were here.” He turns back towards his colleague when you don’t look his way. “Did she fight anyone?”

“No. She was the one that they…”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Um, fine. Mr. Munson. Mr. Harrington. You two are suspended for three days and Y/N, go ahead and head home. Take the rest of the day to recoup and we’ll count it as excused, ok?” Again, you don’t answer causing him to exhale once more. “Maybe…we should call your parents to pick you up…”

“Pfft, good luck with that. We heard they gave her to the Harringtons. How much are whores now a day, Stevie?”

Steve stood up angrily and your teacher quickly intervened. “Out now! And make no mistake, your parents will be called.” The other boys grumbled under their breath as they left slamming the door behind them. “You three follow me.” 

As he leads you out into the hallway, Masie jumps up from the floor she had been sitting on. “Y/N! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just surprised… what-what happened?”

“Miss Collins, go back to class.”

Your best friend huffs as her jaw tightens. “No! She’s my friend and I’ve known her way longer these two. Before Steve Harrington grew a fucking conscience and Eddie Munson decided to meddle in her life like she was his personal barbie doll!”

Both men froze in place causing Mr. C to push them forward till he reached his now empty classroom. “Sit. All four of you.”, he commanded. “Except Mr. Munson. Stand in front of me here.” Eddie cautiously did as he was told as the teacher dug into his desk, pulling out a gigantic first aid box. “You’re not a teacher if you aren’t ready for everything.”

He reaches out to grab the metalhead’s hand, sliding off his rings before he begins cleaning the man’s wound. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had a feeling. Since detention last year, I noticed the three of you hanging out more. To be honest, it was kind of nice to see Y/N get out of her shell.”

Masie scoots closer to you as she brushes some of your hair out of your face with her fingers. Eddie winced as his teacher began wrapping his hand with gauze. “Like almost everyone in this town, I grew up with your parents. Al Munson and I had a few classes together before he dropped out of school. Bill Harrington swung his dick around these halls like a fucking peacock. The original King Harrington for sure.”

He tapped Eddie up before gesturing towards an empty seat and beckoning Steve forward. When the boy didn’t move, Mr. C rolled his eyes as he grabbed his kit and kneeled in front of him to clean his face. 

“Your parents, Y/N, were just troublemakers, I swear to God. I remember one time your dad pulled the fire alarm to get everyone outside just so he’d have an audience when he sang ‘Let’s Stay Together’ by Al Green in a microphone in the quad to your mom.”, he chuckles at the memory as your eyes close and a tear falls down your cheek. 

“After they got married, I guess they decided to put things like that behind them. I never knew Wayne. He had already graduated when we started school and I believe trying to take care of your grandpa. The stories I heard; your uncle always seemed like a good man.”

He bandages Steve’s eye and hands him an ice pack to hold against it. After putting everything away, he comes around to lean against the front of his desk. 

“Boys, your fathers only ever cared about themselves even after they got married and started a family. Y/N, your parents knew they were in love the minute they met each other. I know Bill is over exaggerating this thing here because he needs to look like the good guy so I know the rumors aren’t true. I also know that if you are in a relationship with these two it’s real because you were raised by two people who actually made me believe love exists. You’re not a slut, Y/N, and I’m sorry this is happening because people fucking suck in this town.”

“You two…”, he points towards the guys. “…I have watched grow up, scared you would repeat the pattern of your parents. Eddie, you’ve been in trouble more times than I can count and Steve, while it may sound crass, Masie is right. You were a bit of an asshole.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Today, maybe.”, he raises an eyebrow in her direction as she smiles. 

“Since last year, I’ve noticed a change in all three of you. If this was toxic or bad in any way, I would recommend ending it now but… what I’m trying to say is don’t let these kids or your parents get to you like they did today. You have two more months. Then you can get out of here and do or be whatever you want. Fuck these narrow-minded people.”

Silently, you stand from your chair, exit the classroom and numbly head towards the parking lot. You hear feet behind you before a small hand touches your shoulder. 

“Y/N… you want to come over?”

You aggressively nod at Masie’s question as the tears start to flow more freely now. As she drives away from the school, you hear the boys screaming your name as they try and run to catch up to the car.

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“This…this is my fault, Maze. I don’t know what to do. I just…I just want to go home. I don’t want my parents to hate me.”

“Honey, they don’t hate you. They just…they don’t understand. If I’m being honest, I barely do.”, she sighs. “But I’ve seen Eddie and Steve with you especially after that game. They were so scared those three days you were at home. They asked about you every day.”

“I don’t understand it either. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to be left alone! Now I’m ruining people’s lives…”

“Hm. That’s very self-righteous of you.” Your eyes meet hers as you glare angrily at her assessment. “Y/N, you’re acting like Eddie and Steve don’t have minds of their own and can make their own choices. They CHOSE to be with you. They CHOSE to pursue you. I imagine they didn’t have a choice of falling in love with you but that just comes naturally when people are around you.” You smirk as she laughs. 

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, but I think you should call them at least. Let them know you’re okay.” She reaches for her phone, dancing it in front of your face before you concede and take it from her. “I’m going to go downstairs to get us some comfort food. Take your time.”

“Y/N?!” Eddie answers the phone after one ring. “Baby, is that you?”

“Hey Ed. Is, um, is Steve there to?” There’s silence on the other end. It takes him so long to answer you thought the line disconnected. 

“Yeah, he’s…he’s right here. Are you still with Masie? Is she in the room?”

“I’m at her house right now. She’s in the kitchen getting food for us.”

“Y/N, why are you using our names then if we’re alone.”

“E-Eddie, I…” Your eyes start to tear up again as he huffs into the phone, listening as he talks to Steve in the background.

“Do you know where her friend lives?”

“No. Why the fuck would I know where Masie Collins lives?”

“Steve, something’s wrong. She sounds different and she’s not using our titles.”

“You don’t think…”

“Y/N, tell us where you are. We’ll come get you so we can talk, ok?”

“I-I-I… No.”

“Y/N…Think really hard about what you’re doing right now.”

“I am. I…this is my fault, Eddie. I can’t have you both ruining your futures and struggling because of me. You got hurt! Twice! Steve got cut off. All of our parents are falling apart. At least… at least if they think what they think already at school, Steve can go back to ‘King’ status and you can find someone you don’t have to constantly keep fighting for!”

“What about you, Miss high and mighty? Just going to live with your red-letter A slut badge alone for the next couple of months? What will you be doing while Steve and I will apparently knee deep in pussy and favoritism from the student body and our parents?”

“Did she really fucking say that?”

“Hm. Got real quiet all of the sudden. Come on, sweetheart. I really want to know what the plan is. What’s going to happen to you?”

You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle the cries as you heard the sound of a lighter close on his end. 

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t know? I do. Things are just going to keep getting harder. These kids are still going to pull shit like they did today but you’ll be handling it alone. Some of the meatheads may get some ideas…be a bit grabbier than usual. I mean if you want to wear the moniker so badly maybe you can give them what they want. Steve and I have shown you a lot, haven’t we, princess?”

“Please…”, you beg. 

“…fucking…I can’t…bitch…Eddie hang up.”

“Calm down, Harrington.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I fucking hate this! She thinks she’s doing us a goddamn favor?! Thanks for your sacrifice, Y/N! Now I have fucking no one! I gave you everything and I trusted you! I guess it doesn’t fucking matter now since apparently I’ll be rolling in money and fucking anything with legs…” His voice cracked as he spoke again, tearing your heart in half. “I thought her opinion about me changed. I guess she still sees me as that asshole from junior year. Fuck… I’m so stupid, dude.”

You break as they listen to you cry. Even though they are upset, it kills them to hear the sound. 

“Y/N… if you think we’d stop fighting for you just because you break up with us or whatever…then you aren’t as smart as I thought you were. We can play this game if you want and it will fucking hurt but we meant what we said to your parents. We love you.”

“I love you to, Sir. You and Daddy.”

“There she is. There’s our girl. Tell me where you are, baby. Please.”

You quietly hang up the phone, laying on your side in Masie’s bed as you close your eyes and sob. Thin arms suddenly wrap around your stomach as your friend hugs you to her chest. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.”

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“Are you sure you don’t want to go to school today?”

“I can’t, Maze. I can’t handle all that today. I can’t handle seeing their empty desks.”

“You should go see them then.”

You shake your head as rub your arms. “I, um, I can’t. I’m going to go see my parents and then see what happens from there.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She nods when you don’t answer. “Y/N, I’m your best friend and I love you with all my heart. That’s why I’m doing this, okay?”

“Doing what?”

She looks out the window before opening the front door with a big grin right as Eddie had lifted his fist to knock. “Please come into my house. My parents are out of town this week but that doesn’t mean you can smoke inside and please no sex at least not on my bed.”

Your eyes widen as both boys slowly enter her home. 

“I may have come upstairs too early yesterday and heard your conversation.”, Masie sighs as she comes over to take your hand. “I’ve never heard you cry like that and it frightened me a bit. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for everyone especially them but it’s not fair to make that decision for them.” She gently kisses your cheek before reaching down to grab her backpack. “So I *69ed the number and gave them my address. I love you! Bye!”

Eddie smiles after her as she closes her front door and disappears. 

“I like her.”

They both looked awful; like they hadn’t gotten any sleep. The metalhead reeked of cigarettes and both their faces were starting to bruise from where they had gotten hit. You slowly stepped forward, reaching out to touch Steve’s face but the boy quickly pulled back and moved away from you. 

“No. I can’t…handle you touching me right now.”

Your hand recoiled as you blinked back tears. “Leave please.”

“No. Your friend is right. We deserve to have a say in this.”

“A say in what, Eddie?! What do I have to do to get you guys to understand!? I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

The man sighs as he turns towards his friend. “Last ditch effort it seems. She’s trying to hurt us to push us away.”

“Yeah, well that won’t work. She already tore my heart out last night.”

“And you’re still here, Steve. You were right! My opinion of you hasn’t changed. You’re still that fucking dumbass, preppy daddy’s boy I always thought you were! And you!”

“What about me, babe? Go ahead. I’m waiting.” Eddie started moving forward, pushing you with his chest as he tried to corner you. “Need some help? I’m a freak. I’m like my dad…a no-good trouble making bad boy.”

You loop around him as you run up the stairs, his feet heavy behind you. You try to slam the bedroom door in his face but he blocks it with his hand. “Come on, Y/n! I’m waiting.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, I can do that to, if you want. We can go back to how things used to be especially if you want everyone to continue thinking you’re a slut. Let’s be honest though, they are probably going to think that anyway but at least we can still play with you.”

“We can play this game better, little girl. You think you can hurt us to get us to go away?” Steve sat on the bed as he watched you two talk, his tone laced with venom. “You know what, fuck it, Munson. She wants to go back to being our little fuck toy again we can do that. She doesn’t love us anymore anyway, right? RIGHT?!”

Your hair blocked your face as your head hung down to your chest. Eddie stepped closer to you as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper to make sure you fully opened your ears and heard what he was about to say. 

“Tell us you don’t love us anymore. Look Steve and I in the eyes and say those words. As soon as we hear them, we’ll leave. We’ll disappear from your life and you’ll never see us again after graduation. These next two months, we’ll leave you be and won’t even look your way. But I promise you, sweetheart, that won’t change how we feel about you. You’ll always be ours.”

Your eyes meet his soft brown eyes as you collapse in his arms. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed and takes a seat. Moving his shoulder, his palms grip your face as he forces you to look at him. 

“I’m just…tired of people…getting hurt.”, you hiccupped. “These past couple…of nights…I dream about my…parents and how…they called me a slut. When we got to school…I saw what they wrote on the board…and the blood on your faces—”

“I know, baby. I know. It was scary. You’ve been through a lot these past few days. We weren’t looking to start a fight. Steve tried to erase it before you got there but those kids got in his face… they swung first.”

“Daddy… I’m sorry. I don’t think of you the same way I did before. You’re…not stupid. I wish I could protect you guys…I was trying to…”

“I know, Y/N. I just need some time, okay?”

You nod, curling into Eddie’s chest as you cry. “Princess, you don’t have to protect us. It’s our job to take care of you.” He rocks you back and forth as he continues to try and sooth you. “You do so much for us already. I meant what I said. No one has ever loved me or cared about me the way you do.”

“Come on. We should…head back to your trailer.”, Steve sighs as he stands and heads for the van. 

########

You left Masie a note telling her what happened and that you’d see her at school tomorrow. As you entered the trailer, Eddie told you about how Wayne gave him some money and since you weren’t there, he had run to the nearest store to grab some clothes he thought you would like including the pajamas he handed you to get changed into. Steve was silent the entire way home, lost in his own thoughts. 

While the metalhead went outside to smoke a cigarette, an idea hit you. You wondered to where you remembered seeing Eddie’s uncle own collection of tapes, browsing them until you found what you were looking for. 

Without making eye contact, you swooped back into the bedroom where Steve was laying on the mattress. After inserting the tape, you turned to face him, hands laced behind your back. 

“Let’s Stay Together” began playing through the speakers, startling the man as he turned to face you. You smirked as you grabbed a brush on the dresser and held it to your lips like a microphone. 

“I, I'm I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you.”

“Y/N, no. Not right now.”, Steve responds but you can tell its half-hearted. 

“Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together Ooh, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue.”

You grin as he softly smiles in your direction. Eddie, hearing the music, comes in to lean against the doorframe as he watches you dance and sing. Swaying your hips, you move towards him. 

“Oh baby Let's, let's stay together ('gether) Lovin' you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad.”

After leaning up to kiss his lips, you focus back on Steve, reaching for his hands to pull him to his feet. As you continue to sing, his palms land on your hips as he starts moving with you making your smile grow as your face presses against his chest. He clings to you, threading his fingers through your hair as the song ends and a new one begins. 

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“Yeah, baby. Me to.”

***

That night you three crashed before the sun had fully descended, completely exhausted from the last few days. 

The sound of you groaning in your sleep caused Eddie to grumble awake a little after midnight. His hand that was currently resting on your hip casually drifted up to brush your hair back and caress your face. 

“It’s…it’s ok, baby. You’re…ok…”

Your face scrunched together as your body pushed back against Steve’s chest, jostling his eyes open. 

“Wha…huh. I’m here!”

“SH! She’s having a nightmare again.”

The man behind you sighed as his arm tightened around your frame. “We’re here, baby girl. You’re safe.” Eddie’s eyes scanned your face as his friend soothed you, his own thumb gently rubbing against your skin trying to calm you. 

The metalhead scooted himself closer to you, tracing his fingers along your lips as you continued to mumble. 

“Y/N, come back to us, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he tenderly kissed your forehead. As he continued to place soft kisses along your face, his hand slowly slid under the waistband of your panties, cupping your sex in his palm. “Come back, baby.”

Eddie’s fingers gradually dip through your folds, circling your clit as his lips land on yours. Steve’s own mouth sucks on your shoulders and neck as his hands glide under your shirt, rubbing your soft tummy. 

“I love you, honey. Everything is ok. Your Daddy and Master are here.”

Your face steadily began to relax as your body curved into the boy behind you, you hand reaching out to land on the other boy’s back as you tried to pull him closer. 

“I love you to, princess. My beautiful, perfect girl. Can you open those gorgeous eyes for me?”

A soft moan left your lips as Eddie thrust two fingers into your core. “Ed-Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here. Can you feel me touching you, pretty girl?”

You subtly nod your head, still not fully awake and aware. “Steve?”

“I’m here to, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” His hands slid further up your body as he massaged your breasts, rough fingertips playing with your nipples. 

“Can you do what I asked, little one? Can you open your eyes and look at me?” Your hand abruptly clings to his shoulder as your eyes open meeting his beautiful chocolate ones. “There she is. Back where she belongs.”

Your grip moves to his bicep, your other hand holding on to Steve’s under the pillow as Eddie pumped his fingers faster. 

“Please…”, you whimper as his forehead presses to your own. “Please, Sir. Make me cum.”

The sound of your slick filled his room as his hand moved faster between your legs. Roughly, you reached for him, yanking his lips to yours; the move itself startling him as he wasn’t used to you being forceful like that. 

You panted against his face as you came hard, tears flowing heavily down your cheeks as you slowly came back down from your high. The problem was… you couldn’t stop them. You fell asleep into a nightmare and woke up in heaven. Even though it would have been because of you, you almost lost them and for almost a day you had. The love they felt for you, how good they made you feel, the dates, movie nights in, the protectiveness, the way Eddie made you laugh, and the way Steve made you smile… for a moment it was gone. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re leaving us again. Come back.”

You hugged your arms around him, pulling the metalhead as close as you could before tugging at Steve’s hand to bring him closer to your back. 

“Honey…”

“I’m sorry.”, you whispered. “I just wanted to help…”

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Your father flung open the front door angrily after looking through the peep hole and seeing both boys on his front step. 

“Get away from my house.”

“We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just wanted to get some of her things so she has what she needs till she graduates.”

Eddie decided before they got there that Steve should do the bulk of the talking, afraid that either he would agitate things or not be able to control his temper. 

“Look, she wants to play adult and live this kind of life she can buy new things.”

“Sweetie.”, he exhaled at the sound of your mom’s voice. “Where is she?”

“She’s at school.”

“Why aren’t you two there?”, your dad asks in a sarcastic tone. “Fighting I’m guessing by your faces. Jesus, my daughter she can pick them. TWO of them it seems!”

“We got into a fight defending your daughter because some assholes decided to call her a slut in front of the entire classroom!”, Eddie snarled in their direction. “Yeah, but we’re the fuckers.”

“Eddie…”, the other boy warned. “Please, sir. Wayne has already done enough taking us in. Let us do this and we’ll be out of your hair.”

Your mom lightly pushes him aside and gestures towards your room. They quickly head that way, grab a duffle bag from your closet, and begin filling it with clothes. 

“Did she not want to come herself?”

“Not exactly, ma’am. She doesn’t know we’re here. We, um…never mind.”, Steve smiles politely as he focuses on his task. 

Eddie softly grins as he looks at pictures along your desk. There were so many images of you and Masie together along your vanity mirror. In frames, you had a lot of photos of you and your family including one of you making funny faces with your cousins in New York. He paused, however, when he moved some things to the side and found some images of you three hidden under some of your school papers. 

“No, please, tell me. I want to hear it.”, you mother sits on your bed as she waits for his answer. 

There was a polaroid you had taken when they were finally able to take you to the beach. The sun paled in comparison to your smile that day as you constantly beamed at them while swimming in the water or pushing your toes into the sand. You suggested a photo and Steve held it up high to get all three of you as you kissed his cheek and Eddie wrapped his arm around your neck. 

“Fun at the beach! 1984 : ) I love these idiots!”

Another picture was one Steve must of taken when he took you to that play. You were wearing a gorgeous blue gown he had bought you. You didn’t know but his friend had spent hours with him wondering the mall trying to find something you would like. Steve kept insisting it had to be “beautiful like her”. In the photo, your back was leaning against his chest and he had his arm wrapped around your chest as his cheek pressed to yours.

“Night at the theater 1983. The play was great but the company was better *Muah!*”

“She’s been crying a lot these passed two days. At first, we thought it was the shock of everything and what happened in school yesterday but… she misses you both. After what your husband did, we were afraid that…even if she came with us…her having to see you two mad at her and looking down on her…it would just hurt her more.”

This photo Eddie didn’t even know you had taken. You held the camera above you both as he slept, his back had a good gleam of sweat still reflecting off his pale skin. Some of your make up had smeared down your eyes and your head was turned, looking at him with eyes full of compassion. 

“Finally saw Dio with this goofball <3 1983.”

“We meant what we said, Mrs. Y/L/N. We love your daughter and I’m sorry but we aren’t going to let you guys break her heart again.”

Eddie grabbed all your pictures and a couple of the frames, throwing them on top of your clothes as he cuts Steve off to zip up the bag. 

“Come on, man. I think we have everything.”, the metalhead mumbled as he started heading for the hallway. 

As they reached your front door, Steve turned around to face them both. “Thank you. Once we get an apartment or something we’ll come back for the rest. Her things and mine won’t all fit in Wayne’s trailer.”

“Both my parents abandoned me.”, Eddie blurted. Everyone in the room froze in place as they faced him. “My mother ran off to protect herself and never came back for me. She knew how he was especially with me and she left anyway. My father chose to continue to break the law instead of shaping up and being a dad. “

“Steve’s parent’s abandon him in that big ass house. For as long as I’ve known him, his dad was either on vacation or a business trip in another country with his mother. When Mr. Harrington is in Hawkins, he’s focused on his own business instead of his son. When we met Y/N, I’ll be the first to admit we were both assholes. It’s always been amusing to me how she thinks she doesn’t do enough for us yet she helped make us who we are today. She’s sweet, funny, extremely tough, so beautiful…I mean I could go on!”, he chuckles before continuing. 

“She tried breaking up with us the other night because she thought it would make everyone happy and according to her best friend it nearly broke her. I want you to think about that while you two are sitting alone in this house. That you would rather abandon her or have her be unhappy then to accept that she’s in love in with two people. That you would jump to calling her a whore then to understand how she’s feeling. She deserves better than that.”

With that he turned on his heels and headed for his van. Steve gave your parents one final nod, silently agreeing with Eddie before following him out the door.

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You ran towards him. He caught you in his arms.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and hid your face in his neck.

"You're alive." You sobbed.

You had missed him so much. He was your rock.

He stayed with you through thick or thin.

He rubbed your back soothingly. "It's okay l'm here now aren't I?'

"You're not allowed to leave me again." You mumbled.

"You left me first tho?" Sukuna teasingly spoke.

You whacked the back of his head.

"Hey asshole, don't joke about that" He cursed out in pain.

"Still the same." He shook his head fondly.

"And you're the same old bast-" he hoisted you in the air.

"Noooo RYO im going to kill you," he tossed you in the air again.

"What were you trying to say huh?" He cockily questioned.

"Nooooo I meant you're my same old handsome boyfriend." You kissed his cheek. The tip of his ears was red.

"Are you blushing? Aww my baby kuna." You cooed at him.

"Woman if you don't stop right now-" he grumbled in embarrassment.

Someone coughed, bringing you both back to reality.

You alanced hack and there was a white hair dude with a blindfold on and that spiky emo boy.

"Oh god. You mumbled and hid your face in sukuna's neck in embarrassment.

"They saw all of it didn't they?" You questioned, still mortified.

His whole body shook when he laughed.

"If you don't stop laughing, I'm going to hit you."

You threatened him.

He just burst into a fit of laughter at your threat.

You started weakly punching his back. "You're such an idiot."

"Damn woman stop it hurts." He groaned. You heard another cough. You squeaked.

"Um hi?" The weird dude with white hair and a blindfold spoke.

"Miss? Do you know who this guy is?" He asked.

"Oi, who're you calling miss? Don't speak to her. Don’t look at her and don't even breathe in her direction." Sukuna growled.

The white hair dude that introduced himself as gojo raised his arms in surrender.

"Wait a minute where is Yuji?" You asked. In the midst of all the chaos, you forgot about Yuji. You felt terribly guilty. You forgot about him. You felt like crying.

Sukuna's cheek grew a mouth and spoke, "I'm here nee-chan! Ryo-nii just took over my body to talk to you." You gasped at the voice.

"How?" You looked at sukuna. "Magic." He whispered in a low voice.

You whacked him again. "Ow." Both Yuji and Sukuna yelled. "What the fuck." You mumbled.

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Dark Photographs || Obey Me x Reader -- Part One [Lucifer]

TW!!! Please read the warnings before proceeding.

A/N: HELLOOOOO sorry for the delay, ive been super busy with all of these classes, I havent been able to work on dark photographs. I WAS IN SIX COLLEGE CLASSES AHHHHHHHHHH also haha what if i opened up my tips..................... would you guys.... wanna... um... 

ANYWAY I ALSO FINISHED RAINCOODEEEEE I FINISHED IT AND IT WAS AMAZING and if you dont know what that is uhhhhhhhhhh GO FIND OUT AHHHHHHHHH i might also write raincode stuff.................

also sorry?? for taking so long?? Ive been trying to get used to this move and i finally pushed myself to stop putting this off, but I WAS WRITING IT IN A SEPERATE APP CAUSE TUMBLR KEPT NOT SAVING MY WORK and then it just pasted as one whole paragraph and fixing it was the only proofreading that i did (clown honk) 

Warnings: dark themes, kidnapping, threats, angst, angst, angst, assault, use of dr*gs, fighting, mention of not-alive, etc.

EXTRA WARNING this shit made me cry WHILE I WAS WRITING IT proceed at your own RISk

-- word count for imagine: 2257 (give or take a few maybe)                                                 

Lucifer

Sometimes he had his moments where he got on your nerves. 

You get into an argument but he always makes it up to you.He'd always find a way to get under your skin, especially with the fact that he was basically the embodiment of Pride and the dictionary definition of a workaholic. He could spend hours trapped in his office, surrounded by mountain piles of paperwork, but only minutes with you. 

The problem was, he seemed perfectly content with that, and it bothered you.

Now, you were kidnapped and had no way of knowing how he actually cared about you and especially in the ways that mattered most. It secretly tortured him that you could've died thinking that you were the least important thing in his life. 

Was that his fault? Was he to blame? 

He almost found it humorous how much he had been torturing himself, especially because he always had full confidence that he would solve the issue no problem, and everything would go back to the way it was. He forgot how fragile humans were until now. Of course, anyone that wasn't Lucifer seemed almost fragile in comparison to the Avatar of Pride, but you were a whole different thing. 

You were his human. 

It wasn't a lie when he said he was confident he would find you, but what he didn't know was if it'd be too late or not. He didn’t know what to do. 

Were you devoured immediately or tortured? If you had been alive still, why hadn't you summoned him? What was he going to say once he found you? 

The fire let out a loud crackle noise, interrupting his thoughts. He stopped in his tracks and sat down for a moment while resting his head on his hands with his elbows propped on his desk. He closed his eyes as small strands of hair tickled his skin and fell in front of his face. Shadows danced around the room to hide from the fire's burning light. 

Why didn't they tell anyone where they were going? Why didn't they ask anyone to accompany them? The most likely possibilities had been work or shopping. They wouldn't go with any random demon that asked them to follow their lead, and especially if no one he trusted was with them. Why were they alone? 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Lucifer lifted his head immediately. "Come in."

Mammon hesitantly walked in, dipping his head in first before pulling the rest of his body into the room to face his older brother. It was strange to see his predictable behavior get washed away in a matter of seconds, but it was a relief for Lucifer that he had one less thing to worry about. 

Mammon's otherwise mischievous tone and behavior dissipated even when he spoke. "We confirmed that uh… the human was workin' right before they disappeared. Thought ya might wanna-" Lucifer didn't let Mammon finish, standing up immediately to grab his coat and make a beeline for the door. "Are the others already investigating?"

Mammon nodded. 

It was strange how much fear could affect even demons, especially because of the effect you truly had on them. It could've been possible that they were equally as afraid of what Lucifer would do if he lost you. It would've destroyed him, and they knew that the façade he would put up wouldn't be able to convince his brothers otherwise. 

"Where?"

Mammon didn't hesitate to give Lucifer a slip of paper with the details, which Lucifer had basically ripped out of his younger brother's hand. Without saying another word, the Avatar of Pride dragged his brother out the door and let go once it had closed and locked immediately. Lucifer wouldn't have cared if Mammon went or stayed. All that mattered to him was finding you. Maybe he spent too long looking at your room or thinking too hard about your whereabouts alone in his office, creating a pattern in the floor with his constant pacing. 

Either way, his vision seemed to have cut in and out with anger and worry-- but before he knew it, he was already there. 

He was going to find you. 

"This was found in the trash," Beelzebub spoke, handing over a ripped up picture that had been pieced back together. "There's two different traces on here. One of them is MC, but…"

"I know where to go." Lucifer spoke, "I'll deal with it. Just gather the others."

"Are you sure-"

With just the power of his glare alone, Beelzebub stopped mid-sentence and just nodded.

 --------------------------------------------------

Click! Click! 

"Before you go, I want to try and take as many photos as possible." The photographer spoke, "I could make millions with even just one photo. I can't imagine how rich and powerful I'll be with a hundred of them."

The photographer put his camera down again for what felt like the millionth time. The soft clanking noise made you feel only a small drop of relief, but it also filled you with dread because of what would follow after: More adjusting. Brighter lights. Different music. More clicking. More adjusting. Dimmer lights. 

Silence. 

It was nauseating, but none of it came even close to what that monster did to keep you under his control. It felt disgusting. Demoralizing. 

What was the point in fighting? Why were you trying to hard to think of the words, when this was a deserved ending for a sad, pathetic human? 

The anger and sadness had been building up with no possible way to get out, and you would die before it ever would. It would die with all of the other feelings you kept inside. The other truths you tried so hard to protect-- from the others and even yourself. Maybe they werent truths at all, just things you tortured yourself with that you believed so hard to be the truth that anything else seemed almost absurd and unrealistic. It gave you a false sense of hope that there was any chance of redemption for all the things that made you feel sick inside.

When the anger, the sadness, and the guilt proved to be too much, it made the tears fall faster than you could have ever expected.

Click! Click! Click!

"Oh my god! That's absolutely perfect. You're an amazing model." The photographer breathed, "If Lucifer and the others weren't a problem, I could sit here for all of eternity taking these beautiful shots of your purity. Your soul. It's too hard to resist. Human emotions are so complicated, aren't they? You must feel so awful about yourself."

Click! 

"So pathetic."

Click!

"Worthless."

Click!

"But it's deserved and you must know that, but I mean…" The demon said in a hushed, soothing voice. "It's not like anyone will ever get to understand how you feel. You'll die before then. Alone."

He just kept talking. You wanted him to stop.

"Lucifer probably makes you feel worthless, huh? Like you don't matter. I get it. He's so obsessed with his paperwork, isn't he?  Never makes time for anyone or anything else. You're just more work." The demon spoke, "I'll bet he's taking his sweet time finding you cause he doesn't want the wait the next few decades waiting for your timer to run out. Anything else is just for the sake of Diavolo's dream."

He paused, looking at the photos before speaking again. "I know them better than you think you know them. Demons are malicious and deceiving, and anything they show you is to give you a sense of security. The truth is, you're nothing more than just a sad, weak, human."

Please stop.

"All you want is Lucifer's touch, right? You're addicted to it. That's why you can't leave. He waves his demon charm at you. One magic trick and you fall in love all over again. You eat up his dominance and power over you because it makes you feel even more special that he's one of the most powerful demons here and he chose you."

Make it stop. 

"And all of that makes you feel just a little less awful about yourself for being the only human who can't be trusted by themself. It makes you feel better about yourself, with this fake illusion of power that you have over these people who never needed you. Even after your time runs out, they won't care."

Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.

"There we go," He hummed in a sick and twisted kind of satisfaction. "That's what real emotion looks like. That's the hundredth picture. That's how easy it is to break a human. I can see it in your eyes." 

Cli-

Actually, no. There had been no click this time.

You couldn't blink away the tears fast enough to find the source of the loud, shattering noise and the sounds of metal clashing against the ground in pieces with pieces of glass scattered amongst the scraps. A flash of black and red made the photographer disappear. 

You heard a familiar voice behind you with the sound of someone being slammed against the wall. 

"There's a reason why demons like you are at the bottom." Lucifer snarled. 

His voice sent shivers down your spine. There had been so much pain buried deep under his own rage. 

"It's because you're all so incredibly humiliating. Did you honestly think you could get away with this?" Lucifer let out a low chuckle. "After you're imprisoned for the rest of eternity, I promise I'll make it even more unbearable than the things that keep you up at night."

BAM!

You winced, not wanting to know the source of that noise. A gentle gust of air pushed your locks of hair forward, making it sway and fall back into place right before he undid your binds and pulled you to him in one single motion. He didn't hesitate.

"I love you." He spoke, "Please forgive me, my dear. I was… I was so incredibly worried about you. I took too long to come to your side."

It was all too much. You didn't know when you started to cry, but it all came rushing out. There was no possibility of stopping. There was no chance of hiding the pain anymore once his warmth filled in the cracks that the photographer had almost permanently left you with before his inevitable demise. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You sobbed, "I tried so hard. I just want you to be happy, but I can't do anything. I'm a human. I'm just another responsibility and you deserve so much more than that-"

Lucifer took your chin gently but quickly, clashing his lips against yours in a desperate and passionate way to prove just how much you meant to him. He knew that he couldn't heal all of your wounds as quickly as he would've hoped, but he would give up everything he had just to try. 

He held you close, wrapping his arms tenderly around your waist. Despite how soft he was with you, he held you in a way that made you feel like he was never going to let go. He loved you more than anything, and his comforting presence alone made the photographer's words meaningless. 

Lucifer wasn't just the Avatar of Pride when he was with you. He was just Lucifer. He was just someone who put his walls up high around everybody but you. He was someone who melted under your touch, even if he pretended to only be one of the most powerful demons in the devildom in front of others. You saw the soft side of him that he had kept hidden for centuries. 

He pulled away, resting his head on your shoulder. "It doesn't matter to me that you're human. You're perfect to me. You did everything right, MC. I don't want you to ever have a single thought in your mind that any of this is your fault, or that you feel guilty about a burden on my shoulders that never existed at all. You're the only person I've felt this strongly about, MC. I mean that." He spoke, "You're good enough for me, even if you may not always feel that way. There's no one else in this entire universe that could ever come close to how I feel about you. You're what I think about after a long day of work. I think of you when I wake up. I think of you during the day, when I'm working. I'm confident I'll prove that to you, MC. You deserve all of that and more."

"Let's go away for a while, okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Just you and me. No paperwork. No pictures. No anything. I want to spend the rest of eternity making it up to you… but since we don't have an eternity, I'm confident I could do it in the time we have, MC."

You nodded, letting the tears continue to fall freely down your face. This time, it had been out of the love you shared with Lucifer rather than the pain of your kidnapper's words alone. You endured so much, but deep down you knew Lucifer would keep all of his promises. Even if it wasn't out of the love he had for you, he wouldn't have let himself be known as someone who couldn't keep his word. 

But he loved you, and that was the only reason you needed.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #2 - the bots

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: thousand year old vampires vs the bots messaging you on your phone… who will win?

tags: tumblr, very confused vampires, up-to-date on modern life klaus but severely lacking kol, protective!kol

word count: 553

a/n: i wrote this soooo long ago, then forgot about it! like, wrote it when all of tumblr was being attacked by bots, before things finally settled down. also, this is cheesy af ;)

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” you mutter at the new notification on your screen.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, not you, you’re fine.”

“Wait,” Kol sits up, “who then?”

“Oh just another stupid porn bot on tumblr.”

“A what?” At your comment, Elijah looks over to you, too. 

“Oh, right. New to the twenty-first century. Um, just a person - er, not a person, a robot - messaging me for… messaging me.” You try to explain. You had almost said, ‘messaging me for sex,’ but stopped yourself immediately. 

“Messaging for what?”

Fuck. “Um…”

Elijah then asks, “did you say a robot is messaging you?”

You focus on the elder brother’s question first, “yeah. It’s actually quite common in the last couple decades. Lots of customer service people are robots, people trying to scam others can use robots, either for identity theft or whatever else… I’m not good at explaining it, but yeah.”

“So what does your robot want?”

You grimace, “it’s certainly not my robot, it’s just messaging me. But the tumblr bots all are looking for, like, sexual engagement. They message everyone because they don’t know anything about the people they are messaging, but they want bored, horny people to click on their bio links and buy their… porn.”

“You need to tell it to go away.” Kol’s jaw is tense. 

“Yeah, I’m about to block it.”

“No, you need to tell it to stop.”

“I don’t want to actually interact with them because then they’ll keep coming back. They’re like seagulls, Kol. They don’t actually understand the words I’m saying. They see engagement in any way and take it as a win.”

“Well you need to tell someone. You’re mine and they need to know that.”

“Calm down, brother.”

You put a hand on Kol’s knee. “It’s okay, they’re not gonna have me in any way. We report them to staff and block them; it’s the easiest and most effective way to deal with them. And I’m saying ‘we’ as everyone on the app who deals with them.”

“Can you stop using the app, then?”

“Oh, sweetheart… One, no. I’ll still be blogging when I’m six feet under. Two, they’re everywhere, and there’s really no escaping them.”

Elijah steps in again, “trust her, Kol, she knows what she’s doing. Y/N’s a smart girl.”

You send him a smile, then turn to your boyfriend, “I love you, Kol. Only you. I never have and never will engage with the stupid bots, okay? No one’s taking me from you.” 

He finally seems to relax after this. “I still hate them.”

“Everyone does, baby.”

“What are you three talking about?” Klaus barges into the living room. 

“Y/N just introduced us to something called a porn bot, have you heard of them?” Elijah turns to the hybrid. 

“Oh, those shucks are all over the place, can’t bloody stand them! Caroline says you block them and move on!”

He’s gone immediately after, and you turn back to Kol. “See? They even harass your brother.”

A chuckle passes his lips as he thinks of that situation. “Okay. Thank you for explaining it. I was debating if I needed to send the person a death threat, or smash your phone with a hammer.”

“Neither of those things, baby. I am completely yours, and you don’t have to worry a thing.”

[nighthunter241]

He is Mine-Prologue (Henry Cavill x male reader)

NOT MY GIF, GIF USED FROM TUMBLR OPTION 18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

(First day of the Freshman year)

M/N….M/N….M/N….WAKE UP, you wake up and it is your brother Anthony being annoying. “Why did you wake me up, can’t you see I was sleeping dumbass.” Anthony signs and says, “Well maybe it is because I don’t know ... .IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL SO GET UP.” You jump up instantly “Shit,Shit,Shit I forgot to set my alarm,” “You're welcome by the way” says Anthony but you barely hear him due to you running to the bathroom. After a quick shower you put on your school uniform which you sadly must wear, three kids and your parents of course still wanted to send you to a prestigious school. You go downstairs for breakfast and see your other brother Sebastian finishing his breakfast. “OOOHHHHHH someone is going to be late” says your brother. You ignore him and grab a quick bite; your mother and father go up to you “We told you not to stay up late and we also reminded you about your alarm.” “I’m so sorry mom and dad won’t happen again.” “Better not” says your father but his tone is not serious, after breakfast you notice your siblings left you and you are forced to run like hell to school. While running you check the time on your phone and without paying attention you run into someone. You fall onto the floor and before you can process what happened you hear a voice with a soothing british accent. “I am sorry, here let me help you up” you look up and see a good-looking guy with his hand extended towards you. “Um ... .no need to apologize I wasn’t paying attention; my name is M/N.""My name is Henry. It is a pleasure to meet you, wait a second, that uniform you are going to attend S/N also.” “Yes, I am currently a freshman” you said, “How about we walk together to school then.” After making it to school on time you barely get your schedule and head to homeroom you end up realizing you are with Henry. “Hey, good to see you again I guess we are in the same homeroom” you say. “We are, well at least I know one person here”  says Henry. “You barely know me though, not to sound too rude,” “Well I guess that means we just need to get to know each other” Henry chuckles and you blush. 3 years later (Senior year)

You are making your way back home on a Friday without your siblings due to them having to stay back because of their club, you did not really care you were happy the weekend came. Three years passed by so quickly, everything still seems the same, you and Henry have become good friends, but a part of you always hopes for something more but having Henry as your friend seems better than having him hate you. You two would always walk to school together then he would go to meet up with his other friend before  meeting up in the homeroom class and any other classes you guys had together. Except for lunch since that is where he usually likes to be alone so you respect that. You cannot stop staring at him, the way he looks, the way his eyes look when he is talking to you makes you feel things. You accepted the fact you have feelings for him, the question is whether it is worth trying to tell him without knowing if he even feels the same way. Hours pass and you are ready to head to bed when you get a strange text from Robert, another student you worked on a school project a month back.

Robert: Hello M/N

M/N: Hey?

Robert: You remember me, right?

M/N: Yes, we worked on that science project, the one that I DID all the work in

Robert: Which I gratefully thanked you for

M/N: Anyway, why are you randomly texting me?

Robert: Well, I saw you staring at a certain senior for a while and a little birdie told me you might have some sort of romantic feelings for that senior, that senior being Henry.

M/N: I am sorry I believe this is a misunderstanding.

Robert: Relax, I am not going to threaten to expose you, I am wanting to help by giving you a heads up.

M/N: Heads up?

Robert: Do you know someone named Amy; she is in your AP Calculus class.

M/N: Oh yes, she is Henry's childhood best friend, I see them talk to each other before I meet up with him in our homeroom.

Robert: Well ... .to get to the point she likes Henry deeply and wants to confess her feelings for him this upcoming Friday since she believes in that dumb school legend.

M/N: ????

Robert: Is it really that hard to understand?

M/N: No, is not….just that random for you tell me and why are you.

Robert: Well after cheating off you this entire year I believe it is good karma for me to help you.

M/N: WAIT YOU DID WHAT THIS WHOLE YEAR!

Robert: Relax man you helped me out, I really do not give a shit about this school stuff since I am going to run my father’s company anyway. 

M/N: Whatever, so you telling me this is just because you want to be generous, what is the catch?

Robert: No catch just helping a friend 😊

M/N: Ok????

Robert: So, you have until Friday to stop her by any means necessary.

M/N: What do you mean by any means?

Robert: Oh, you know, over time I am sure you will understand.

M/N: What?

Robert: Well goodnight and text me whenever you need me for anything, and I mean ANYTHING. I would think fast, you do not want to lose Henry and lose the opportunity to be with him.

What the hell you thought, you went to bed trying to forget what just happened until you started having a dream. You woke up in a room with Amy and Henry and they were just chatting and for some reason you were getting angry. “Henry is mine, and you won’t get in the way!” you said while running to her and before you could attack her  you randomly woke up startled. It was Saturday seven in the morning, and you decided to get up. You thought to yourself, “what in the world was that dream, can you really be willing to hurt someone over a crush”. You had no homework to do, and your brothers and parents were still sleeping, out of curiosity you looked up Amy on social media. Now knowing about her confession coming up you start realizing all the signs were there, she always liked Henry and now she was ready to tell him, if the legend is true then that means Henry will say yes and you will lose your chance with him. You grabbed your phone and texted Robert hoping he would be up. M/N: HEY WAKE UP

Robert: Well, someone is excited.

M/N: Can you find any info on Amy, I mean anything.

Robert: Oh, someone is all ready to plan, I wonder what it is.

M/N: Just shut up and do it please.

Robert: All right I will do my best, who am I kidding of course I will find something I am the best.

You wait for a bit and after some time Robert has sent you a file with general information about Amy, you read it, but nothing catches your attention. If they are friends her feelings for him will never go away, so what can you do? Unless you could somehow change his perspective of her that will cause him to think differently of him. That's it, you just need to make sure their friendship diminishes to the point where Henry cannot see himself in a relationship with her if their friendship is not working out, but can you do that in just one school week, well you must try at least.