#and I know if anyone responds to this it will be to tell me to stop getting tattoos

[moonlightspencie]

initially an idea from @hotchfiles from forever ago when i asked for james fic requests, and i finally wrote it teehee

original idea: “reader’s first time that she wants to get over and just do it with a friend she trusts and he ends up confessing mid sex”

james potter x reader

warnings: smut! (p in v, first time, virgin!reader), MDNI

————————

To say you were shocked was an understatement.

You didn’t wake up this morning thinking you’d be messing around with your best friend. You definitely didn’t think he’d kiss you. Or do more.

But here you were, in his bed.

You couldn’t even blame the party or the drinks since each of you had only taken one shot each. James loved a party, but when it was at his home, he tended to lean on the conservative side until it was just his closest friends left over.

Now, you had no clue who was even still downstairs. He’d taken you upstairs an hour ago after a messy kiss. At first you thought that maybe it was for attention with his friends. But when barely anybody noticed, you dropped that theory quickly.

And it seemed like a perfect opportunity.

You still hadn’t lost your virginity, and it was something you’d been reflecting on more often lately after your 22nd birthday had come and gone. Realistically, it wasn’t a big deal. You just wanted to know what it felt like.

But you weren’t sure that your friends were entirely aware. You’d messed around with people before, but you’d never gone all the way. You didn’t want it to be some big event, and the second James started pulling your clothes off… what was the harm if he knew or not what your sexual history was?

It was going so well, too! Up until your initial feeling of being impressed by his size caught up to you.

The second he lined himself up and started pushing into you, you felt a bit nervous. The stretch wasn’t a great feeling, much to your disappointment. It wasn’t all bad, but it just felt like too much too fast. And he wasn’t slowing down. You held back any noises at first, but there came a point when you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“James, oh my g—” you moan, face feeling hot as he bottoms out. It kind of hurts.

“Feel good love?”

You’re silent for a moment, breathing heavily.

“I-I don’t know,” you shake your head as you respond.

James stops, looking at you. “What? What do you mean?”

“Kind of hurts.”

He smirks a little. “Never been with someone as big as me, love?”

You shake your head again. “Haven’t been with anyone.”

His smirk falls completely. He shakes his head, looking down at you in confusion, his chest heaving for a different reason, now.

“No—nobody?”

You swallow, realizing your mistake. You look up at him, feeling a bit panicked. He starts pulling out, and you wince at the feeling, then scramble to sit up when he sits back on his knees, his face in his hands.

“Jamie—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, looking at you. “Why… God, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Please,” you say, reaching for him, holding onto one of his arms. “I just… I haven’t done anything like this before and I wanted to do it with someone who I already know and love and then… then you kissed me and it just seemed like the right time.”

“Love, I can’t be your first time.”

“Why not?” you ask, voice clearly a little desperate. “You already—”

“I already did way too much,” he cuts you off, then looks at you again, his gaze softening. “You should’ve told me.”

“You wouldn’t have gone as far as you did.”

“That’s my point.”

You sigh, scooting closer to him. You hold onto his arm, your head leaning in his shoulder.

“Just wanted it to be with someone I care about. A friend and not some… Some guy who’d never talk to me again,” you explain quietly. “Would’ve asked Sirius or Remus but…”

James shakes his head. “Why didn’t you just ask me, then? I might’ve said okay.”

“Just wanted to do it. Get it over with. I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you shrug.

“It is a big deal, baby,” he sighs, glancing at you. “It’s a really big deal.”

“I don’t want it to be.”

“Why not?”

“Cause… it’s just sex. I just want to get the first time over with. Is that wrong?”

He swallows, hugging you to him. “It’s not wrong, I just—”

“What?”

“I thought you’d want a better experience.”

You furrow your brow. “But you’re my best friend. It is a good experience.”

“Love…”

“Please, James. Can we please just keep going?”

He glanced down at you, wetting his lips on instinct as he sees you looking up at him like that. After all, he was only a man. And you… you were his beautiful best friend. Naked and pretty and begging for him to keep fucking you. He wasn’t usually weak, but he couldn’t imagine anyone being able to say no to you like this.

He leaned in again, capturing your lips with his, his hand cradling your cheek. You sighed into the kiss, melting.

“You need to tell me if it hurts this time,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I will,” you whispered back.

He nodded, hands running up your sides softly. He laid you back on the bed, settling between your legs again easily.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“I know, James. I will.”

He let out a heavy breath, groaning with his head dropping into your neck as he pushed into you again.

“Fuck, love…” he moaned, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulder.

You breathe heavy, whimpering softly. “It feels… a lot better this time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

You clutch onto him tightly, gasping as he finally starts moving. It feels strange and unfamiliar… but so good. You moan out his name as his hips snap against yours with every thrust.

“So— so good, Jamie,” you breathe out shakily.

“You’re even better,” he mumbles, his voice laced with desperation. “You’re perfect.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

You whine, your head back against the pillows. He picks up the pace, his heart pounding not only from the effort, but from the feelings overwhelming him.

“God, I love you,” he groaned.

“Love you, too, Jamie.”

He shook his head, kissing your skin delicately.

“No, I love you.”

“What?”

He picked up his head to look down at you as he kept thrusting into you. “You’re perfect, love. Geez, you’re not usually this thick. I’m— I love you.”

“What?” you repeat with wide eyes.

“Just… you know what I mean,” he says desperately, looking down at you as if he could cry.

You swallow. Suddenly his behavior makes even more sense. He didn’t want to take your virginity. He didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted everything to be perfect for you. He loved you.

“I love you too.”

His eyes go wide as he moans. “You do?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, dropping his head against you again in relief. “We’re doing this more often.”

“I won’t complain,” you chuckled breathlessly.

“Good. Cause this isn’t ending any time soon.”

[enzenwriting]

7 days- without a week (5.8k words)

Jake sim x reader. #childhood friend to stranger #angst

Unfortunately, you’re stuck on a cliche “childhood best friend turned into crush” :( - but can you help it? It’s Jake Sim we’re talking about here.

You literally grew up with this silly boy- from nursery school to now- last year of your university. Despite having different interest and class majors, you both got in the same university and have the time to see each other in between. (How? You’ll never know🤷‍♀️)

Your crush in question is quite the entertainment amongst your friends. Not that you’re obnoxious with your gestures/feeling, but it’s no secret to anyone that you like Jake.

Jake has basketball practice after school? You take ice cream for him and his friends when you pass by the school store!

Jake’s favourite football and basketball team game is airing? yeah you’re watching that with Jake.

(And Jake brings your favourite snacks and cuddles too<3)

Your friends says you’re absolutely down bad for the boy, but you’d like to think you’re just affectionate in nature - it’s not like you don’t show affection towards your own friends too.

“Let me guess, your MBTI is an F?” - Jungwon first time meeting you. “No, I’m pre-T, cu-T-” y/n … shut up please

Anyway.

It’s not like Jake doesn’t return the affection half of the time? Man is touchy. Arms around your shoulders, biting your shoulder when he can’t win an argument with you and sharing food? (not that you mind…. You really don’t…. please continue…… forever)

“That’s because we’re best friends” He tells Sunghoon with a tsk when Hoon gets tired of third wheeling. The eyerollll he gets from Hoon every time fr is enough to say stfu.

The guys just want to *bonk* him. Wake up Sim!

You realise this cycle had been as what it had always been since you realise your feelings but you know enough not to push the boundaries between the two of you to make it awkward and destroy you friendship

So today isn’t really any different except Jake gets benched for a day because he wouldn’t shut up about fishing instead of practising. This is never good because Jake Sim is PASSIONATE about his hobbies and sports.

The team also has an important game in a couple of weeks so wasting this time on the bench very counterproductive.

You do you your daily visit, ready to share your snacks with Jake and the rest of the boys and that’s when you notice his small frown and bitten bottom lips.

“Jakey, you okay? Want to talk somewhere? ” You test the water because a moody Jake Sim is a land mine sometimes. it takes talking to get him out from his danger zone

“No” you’re not fazed at his abrupt answer but it breaks your heart to see him like this. He mumbles something along of “I’m fine” but nonetheless your stubborn self didn’t believe him. His happiness was your happiness, after all.

“Come on Jakey, let’s go somewhere to talk-“

“Oooh baby Jakey, talk to your girlfriend to calm your ass down. Maybe you can cuddle it out right girlfriend?” One of the guy yells across the court, laughing boisterously.

“Come on guys, it’s not like that. We’re not dating” you respond, trying to dismay the guys not to provoke Jake further.

“Yet!” Heeseung winks. “You’ve got to try harder y/n!”

“I guess” you whispered, just wanting them to lose interest at both of your business and focus on cheering Jake at the very moment.

You sigh, look falling towards Jake when all too sudden, you feel his fingers arms around your forearm, quietly dragging you out of the court and a couple of room away from the place.

“What was that bout?” he exclaimed, voice barely above whispered, a slight growl evident in his deep voice.

“What are you talking bout?” you raised your brow, tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie nervously as you feel the tension between the two of you.

“Don’t act dumb y/n. You know what you were doing with all the girlfriend talk and trying to be more than what we are”

“Is it that bad to try? I care about you as friend too. My intentions aren’t all motivated by trying to be more than that.” Your attempt to explain yourself was futile when Jake interupts you

“What fuck y/n? You know I hate it when you talk about trying to be more than my friend!”

“I didn’t start it! I didn’t even mean just that too! I’m trying to make you feel better-“

“Still!!” He exclaimed and you can see the frustration in his expressions. “You ran with it and you’re motivating them”

“I just thought… I thought it would shut them up”

“Well you thought wrong” Jake ran his hand through his hair in frustration, backing away from you. “You have no idea how it feels to have your friend and strangers constantly nagging you to do and what not to do!”

“Jakey, you should just accept poor y/n’s feelings! don’t reject her so much! You two are definitely more than friends!!” He mimicked comments you’ve heard many times from others too. His voice was getting deeper as words kept coming out. His fists were clenching every second. The image of the golden puppy boy was gone. “I’ms tired of it, y/n!” he yelled.

“I’m sick and tired of you constantly forcing me to act like a couple!” You held your breath, trying to stay strong at Jake’s eyes starring straight into yours coldly. His finger poking, pointing towards you. “It’s so fucking annoying to have your own best friend push and whine every single day of your life. No matter how many times I fucking turn you down as gently as possible but your stubborn self couldn’t see how annoying this whole thing is for me. I call you best friend every day for heaven sakes!”

You felt your chest tighten with every passing second, you felt like you were bout to burst. Second after seconds, Jake felt very unfamiliar and the situation felt like a nightmare. Not until the following words woke you up in this reality and shattered your remaining resolve

“I don’t like you like that and I never fucking will. I mean it y/n”

Without a second wasted, you slipped out of Jake’s presence and jogged of the stairs, trying to keep your tears in. You felt like your heart had been crushed into pieces. A heart break without the love.

⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

an/ scream for part 2!!!! because I just broke my own heart with this🤣💔🫵 . Sorry I got too carried away but Jake was VERY mean on this wtf!!!

[bloomzone]

GlOW UP DIARY : #1.MINDSET IS EVERYTHING

Life is beautiful galaxy be a writer, genre is fantasy what opens up to me tomorrow is a big, big stage so that is who I am

- ive (song : i am )

Hey heeey sparkles...today is the first episode of glow up diary "mindset"..so grab ur notebook and let's guaaaar !

by: 𖧷´ bloomzone 𝅄 ׂׅ

#1 MINDSET

First of all bbg ur mindset is more than just a mindset it's a guiding force that influences how you perceive the world, respond to challenges, and ultimately create the life you envision.

THE IDGAF MINDSET IS THE KEY !

﹙ ✿ ﹚they don't like you..they don't like ur style,hair,music taste, interests ? I DON'T CARE YOU ARE YOU I'M ME ! the idgaf mindset is the solution.. everytime someone say something bad about u think and answer like ok and ? Who the fvck care ?. Stop caring about what ppl think about you IT'S YOU VS YOU stop caring about what other say about u . For example if one of ur friends come up to you and say "____ talk sh* about u" don't ask about what that person said abt u it doesn't matter cuz ur life revolve around u and only u. Life become easier once you stop reacting to negativity and that the GOAL cut off friends who bring don't bring u happiness and only bad mood but surround yourself with friends who bring u positivity and motivate you.

TIPS AND HOW TO START BUILDING YOUR OWN MINDSET:

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ start with listening to podcasts (click here) watch thewizardliz (click here) it will help u so much.💞

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ break up with friends who hurted you before if they are from ur family distance urself ;)

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ stop and STOP creating bad scenario on your mind cuz it will effect on ur mood , be positive 🎀

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ make yourself a propriety act like the person u want to become and always be grateful of what u have rn don't say "why ___ is more popular than me" "why I'm not this pretty?" Cuz this will effect u and u will start overthinking..so be grateful of what u have cuz god have always a better plan for u honey !💌

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ stay private don't tell ppl ur goal and ur future plan !

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ don't listen to ppl who will bring u down they choose to hate u let them sit with that feeling it's not ur fault to focus on your self girlie 🎀

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧ start to don't give a sht about what ppl say behind your back stop oversharing ur personal life (this is the big fault ..u should avoid this and trust me pretty that oversharing=problems)

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧just be yourself but with a better mindset cuz u are the only one who know your worth never let anyone costume u or disrespect you "you changed" always say yes for my worth for my future self what do you think u are ? .. if they don't call u, don't respond to ur text put ur phone away go have a good day set boundaries make ppl respect you like if u walk in a room ppl will say "she an unbothered queen fr".You live for yourself sweetie everyone else is second. 💌

ıllı ⠀ : 🎀 i believe in you and you should believe in yourself to make it happen..take care xoxo .

by: 𖧷´ bloomzone 𝅄 ׂׅ ׂׅ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ !!

[ticktockheartstop]

I just find it sooo interesting how Charles chooses to kiss Crystal after the most emotional day in Port Townsend so far. Let’s review:

1. Charles is clearly jealous of Monty and Edwin at the beginning of the episode: “You? Him? Spending a lot of time?” (Whether this is platonic or romantic jealousy, I’ll leave that up to you… though I definitely have thoughts.)

2. Edwin is really trying, for maybe the first time ever, to comfort Charles and get him to open up (because the Devlin case in the previous episode made him realize that Charles has major walls up). Edwin paying, even slightly, is definitely a new, potentially kinda scary thing for Charles.

3. Crystal is really concerned about Charles and not afraid to hide it, and it’s clearly irritating him. So much so that he nearly snaps at her — which he never does to her — and he stops himself, only to say, “As long as I’ve got my best mate and a case to solve, I’m good.” *pause* “I appreciate you. But leave it, yeah?” I just think it’s really significant that Charles didn’t say “as long as I’ve got you guys” or “my mates” or “you and my best mate.” Crystal was a hit of an afterthought, I think.

4. Charles tells Edwin off for not telling him about the Cat King, so much so that Edwin feels the need to say: “I don’t understand why you’re so angry.” Charles is clearly not in the best mood, not thrilled about the case they’re facing, and not thrilled about his “best mate” hiding things from him.

5. Charles nearly watches Crystal jump to her death, and it wasn’t even him who saved her. It was Niko. He looks the most devastated of all of them, and then gives her that big speech of how important it is for her to know that jumping isn’t worth it, because it’s not actually her mom, no matter what it feels like. And she basically tells him he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because she knows her mom wants to see her.

6. Charles is so jealous, watching Monty flirt with Edwin as he’s stuck digging through a dumpster.

7. Let’s just be clear on one thing: Crystal was the first to “attack” the Night Nurse, even if she tried to do it psychically instead of physically, and no one bats an eye. But then, when Charles gets violent with her after she threatens to take Edwin back to hell and makes him relive all his trauma, all while basically teasing him, everyone FLIPS OUT about him attacking her. It’s honestly kind of unfair, and I’d lose it too if my friends looked at me like that.

8. Charles really loses it for the first time (maybe ever in front of Edwin). He feels like he can’t help Crystal with her problems, and he can’t get Edwin to be honest about what’s going on in his head, so he definitely can’t help him, and it’s heartbreaking. But the real kicker is that the only one who steps up to try to comfort him in that moment is Edwin, because the others are still stunned by his outburst. But Charles flinches away from his touch, because he can’t fathom how anyone could love him or want to be near him in that moment.

8. If that wasn’t enough, as they leave the lighthouse, Crystal is staring at him with major concern. For obvious reasons. But I relate to Charles in the way that that look would drive me CRAZY, and I think it’s so important that later, when offering an understanding ear, Edwin doesn’t let Charles see the scope of his concern for him. That’s why I think Charles responds more politely to his offer to talk to him if he ever needs it.

9. Slightly out of chronological order here, but before going into their respective rooms, Niko says, “I think I’m going to go do something where I don’t have to think now.” And Crystal says, “Yeah, I’m with you.” … and then she goes and makes out with Charles.

10. Idk, it just seems a bit self-destructive of Charles to go make out with a girl right after she says that, and to kiss her for the first time right after she says “I just want something that’s real.” After he spent the whole day being jealous about Edwin spending time with Monty, and keeping a meeting with the Cat King from him, and after Charles lost his mind (understandably). Like, this is not the time to make romantic decisions! This can only end with someone getting hurt.

[kaminari1]

Dabi with a healer S/O!

Reader has a healing quirk, anything you touch can start to heal instantly, but slowly

Warnings: Blood, sorta ooc Dabi?

"Hey, you." Dabi speaks, leaning against the doorframe. His deep turquoise eyes look at you up and down, a smirk remaining on his face.

Blood drips from the wounds on his waist and onto the floor. "Mind patching me up?" He says, not really asking. He walks over, sitting on the bed.

You turn to him with a look of confusion on your face that quickly turns to shock.

"Oh my god!" You quickly rush to him, examining his wounds. You grab the bandages, putting them to the side as you dab Dabi's wounds with rubbing alchohol.

Dabi doesnt wince or flinch as you tend to his wounds, not even protesting. He remains silent and motionless, allowing you to do what you need to do. As you work, you notice that his burn scars are extensive and that some of his stitches are coming loose.

You let out a small sigh, knowing you should probably fix those too. Turning away for a moment, you grab the needle and thread. When you turn back to him, you slowly begin to restich the burns.

You try to make it as painless as can be, occasionally glancing up at Dabi's face to see his expression.

Eventually, you finish. Looking up at him, you ask, "What happened?" In a soft and gentle tone.

Dabi is silent for a moment, clearly hesitant to answer. He glances at you, taking in your beauty and soft features. He feels a strange sensation in his chest, as if his heart is beating faster. "It's none of your business." He finally replies, his voice cold and harsh.

You begin to feel a bit frustrated. You just kept this idiot from dying, and he wasn't even going to tell you what happened? How annoying...

"I'm just trying to help." You retort, using your quirk to numb his pain and make the wound heal faster. After a few seconds of silence, you begins to speak again. "Dabi…please. Stop being so reckless." You say softly.

"Your important to the me and the rest of the league…not just because of your quirk." You murmur in a soft voice.

The more Dabi looks at you, the more he sees you as an angel. "I don't need your pity." He waves you off, not seeming to care about the things you say to him.

You give up trying to reach him, putting the remaining bandages away. "I'm done patching up your wounds." You say, turning you back to him as you put your supplies away.

You then look back at him, looking up at him. "Is there anything else that needs to be fixed?" You ask, your voice soft.

Dabi smirks at you, standing up and stepping closer, towering over you with his impressive height. He leans down to your level and speaks in a low voice. "Actually, there is something that needs to be fixed." He says, looking into your eyes.

Slightly unamused with Dabi's antics, you raise an eyebrow. You reach behind you, grabbing the bandages again. "Such as..?"

"You." Dabi says bluntly. "Your too soft and sweet for a villain." He adds, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm surprised you haven't been eaten alive yet.

You begin to feel very annoyed with this. You belong here just as much as anyone else in the league does. "Excuse me?" You respond, stepping back.

Dabi chuckles at your response and stands up straight, continueing to tower over you. "I'm just saying that you don't fit in with the rest of us villains." He says, his voice still low. "You're too kind and innocent for this life."

"I'm not a delicate flower that's in need of protection." You take his hand off your hair and glare at him. "And especially not YOUR protection." You retort. "And if theres nothing broken, I'll be going now." You say sternly, turning and ready to walk away.

Before you can, Dabi grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him, his other hand sliding down to your waist.

"Oh, right, sure. You're definitely not in need of protection." He says sarcastically, pulling your body flush against his own. "I can see it in your eyes, you're not used to this kind of life. You're too gentle and kind to be a villain." He looks at you with a mischievous smile. "I can take care of you."

You narrow your eyes, and move your hand down to his waist. You pinch his fresh wounds, making him let go of you.

"I told you, I don't need your protection." You say, finally walking away.

Dabi watches you leave. He smirks to himself, knowing that you'll come chasing back to him again.

Its only a matter of time before he has you in his arms again.

[airas-story]

Dealbreaker

“Right,” Stephen drawled. “I think I’ll avoid the risk of getting sprayed with oil by your idea of metal pets.”

Tony’s smile faltered. “Pets?” Tony repeated. His brow furrowed. “For some reason I just thought you of all people would understand,” Tony muttered. Stephen paused, the sense that he’d misstepped somewhere hitting him. Tony shook his head and rubbed at the oil stain on his cheek, spreading the oil around rather than cleaning it off. “I think you should go. I’ve got things to do.”

What? “We had plans—“ Stephen started.

“Yeah, well—“ Tony’s phone beeped and Tony looked at it. “Looks like I’m needed somewhere.”

Stephen didn’t mention that Tony had just cancelled their plans before he’d received that text.

He couldn’t help the pang of hurt. He thought that he and Tony had been getting along well. Better than well, even. 

What had just happened?

“How’s Tony?” Stephen asked Colonel Rhodes in what he hoped was an entirely normal tone of voice and not an obviously prying one. Colonel Rhodes often acted as one of the Avengers liaisons with Kamar Taj—though Stephen preferred when Tony did—and Stephen had no problems taking advantage of the opportunity to try to get answers. “I haven’t seen him this week.” Which shouldn’t have been much. But Tony had cancelled every single one of the plans they’d had and wasn’t responding to Stephen’s texts when before they’d kept a fairly steady conversation going, despite the fact that they were both busy people.

Stephen had the strong feeling he’d messed up somewhere but couldn’t for the life of him figure out how.

“Oh he’s moping about something.” Colonel Rhodes rolled his eyes. “Refused to tell me though since I’d ‘take the traitor’s side’.” Stephen had the sinking feeling that he was the ‘traitor’ that Colonel Rhodes was talking about. “You don’t happen to know what he’s talking about?”

Stephen shifted slightly. “He was fine, for the most part, last time I saw him when he was showing me his ‘bots.”

Colonel Rhodes jerked a little, staring at Stephen in surprise. “Things are more serious than I thought.” Colonel Rhodes sounded strangely impressed by that. “If he introduced you to DUM-E and U.”

“Yes, well, it didn’t—“ he froze, the words really hitting him. Introduced. Not showed. “Oh.”

He stared at the Cloak of Levitation. Thought about how Tony nicknamed them and teased them and while he treated the Cloak of Levitation with as much respect as he treated anyone else, which was to say, not much, he treated the Cloak of Levitation with as much respect as he treated anyone else, which was to say he treated them like anyone else. Like the Cloak of Levitation was a person in their own right.

“I think I need to go,” he said, standing up.

Colonel Rhodes blinked at him, before raising an amused eyebrow. “Wow, I recognize that look. That’s almost identical to Tony’s ‘shit, I messed up’ look. What did you do?”

Stephen felt a quick curl of shame. “I didn’t realize he was introducing me to DUM-E and U.”

Colonel Rhodes let out a low whistle. “Yeah, that’s gonna hurt.”

“He hasn’t spoken to me in a week,” Stephen said. Because yes, it hurt, just a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit. “And he cancelled all of our plans for the foreseeable future.”

Colonel Rhodes didn’t look particularly sympathetic. He looked a little like he was finding this hilarious which was entirely unfair. “Yeah, well, you didn’t like his kids. Kind of a deal breaker for him.”

I hadn’t realized I was being introduced to his kids, Stephen wanted to argue. He had a feeling it would do him any good. “How much of a deal breaker?” he asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer. And that he really wasn’t going to like it.

Colonel Rhodes moved closer, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Good luck.” He sounded far too cheerful for what were the furthest thing from encouraging words. “You’re going to need it.”

“You spend a lot of time with Tony,” Stephen said, trying not to sound as awkward as he felt as he tried to get the information he needed from a teenager. “And with his bots,” Stephen added.

Peter’s face scrunched up, but he didn’t stop digging into the ice cream that Stephen was unashamedly bribing him with. “Oh, is that what this is about?”

“And what is ‘that’?” Stephen asked, not even bothering trying to be delicate in his questioning. It was why he’d bought the ice cream, after all.

“Why you and Mr. Stark aren’t talking right now. FRIDAY says that Mr. Stark is maybe overreacting and you didn’t understand, Mr. Stark thinks that you’re a jerk who steals candies from babies.”

Stephen blinked at that. “What?”

“Except his bots are the babies and your manners were the candy?” Peter said, sounding uncertain. “Honestly, I’m not really sure. I didn’t quite follow his train of logic.”

“I don’t have manners for anyone,” Stephen muttered. 

Peter shrugged. “Yeah, but you didn’t like his kids. It’s kind of a deal breaker.”

So Colonel Rhodes had said. Stephen wanted to protest that he hadn’t meant to be rude to Tony’s kids. He hadn’t even meant to be rude to the bots when he hadn’t realized he was being introduced. He’d just been… well, his normal caustic self. Which Tony was normally just fine with. That Tony was normally more than fine with. It was honestly part of how and why they’d bonded initially.

Peter gave him a consoling pat on the arm. The cloak knocked Peter’s hand away in annoyance. “It’s okay,” Peter said, tone almost cheerful. “He’s still moping about it, which means that he’s still upset.”

Stephen gave him a narrowed-eyed look. “How is that a good thing?”

“If he’s not over it, yet. It means that he’s still waiting for you to fix it,” Peter explained, as though that was obvious.

That was both good to know and far less helpful than Stephen would like it to be. “How the hell am I supposed to fix this when he won’t even talk to me?”

Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been in like… one relationship. And honestly MJ just sort of tells me when I’ve messed up and how to fix it. She’s direct like that.” He made a face. “I should probably be more grateful for that. Especially looking at you and Mr. Stark. You two are a mess.”

Because that was exactly what Stephen wanted, his relationship—had they even been a relationship? They really hadn’t gone into specifics about that—with Tony to be judged by a 17 year old. Life aspirations fulfilled. Still, he was maybe a little closer to figuring out how to fix things now.

[keyaho]

◣the gridiron.3◢

summary: told in flashbacks and the present the gridiron follows chanel dawson and joseph anoa'i's relationship from college football to the NFL and all that is in between.

content warnings⚠️: mentions of sexual assault word count: 1309

◤chapter three: revelations◥

Chanel woke up how she knew she would. Joseph’s arm was thrown over her waist and his head was buried in the side of her neck. She embraced the warmth as she always did. Snugging back into his arms she turned her head into her pillow and sighed as he rubbed his hands across her stomach. 

“You were supposed to be sleeping in the guest bedroom,’ Chanel whispered. 

She was glad he was in their bed and after crying herself to sleep last night she wanted him to hold her but she still wanted him to listen to her and give her space. 

“You expect me to ignore you crying?” 

She lifted her head from the pillow just as Joseph sat up on his arm and rolled Chanel over to face him.

“You heard me?”

After she told him to sleep in the guest room he went downstairs to eat but something didn’t feel right. So he sat outside the bedroom listening to his wife cry. It was the first time she cried because of something he had done and he felt like shit for it. Joseph wanted to go inside the room and throw himself at her over and over. He wanted to beg for forgiveness but he just sat outside the door until he heard her stop. That’s when he went inside and got in bed with her. He’d been there the whole night while she sniffled and shuddered from the aftershocks of crying so hard. 

“Yeah I did.  I don’t care how many times it takes. I'm going to keep apologizing for it. It was nothing you did to make me make that choice. I want you to know that, bunny.” 

After sixteen years together, this wasn’t going to break up their family. She loved Joseph with all of her heart and still did. Chanel went to duck her head when he fitted her chin between his fingers and made her look up at him. 

“I’m not going to love anyone else the way I love you. I fucked up.” 

Maybe it was being a masochist, but rumors, jokes, and everything under the sun was about to drop on them. Chanel wanted to be seven steps ahead. 

“I know. I want to know what happened. Both times.” 

“What?”

He knew his wife was a control freak. She liked things a certain way, done a certain way, and perceived a certain way. Not that she was a perfectionist but Chanel didn’t do well when she didn’t have control. Running the house and her business was like watching a well oiled machine. She could give his Coach a run for his money when it came to keeping things organized. 

“I don’t want her to control the story. I want to know from you what really happened.”

Joseph scratched the back of his neck and stared over his wife’s shoulder to avoid eye contact. He felt her hands smooth up his chest as she waited for him to respond to her. The details were there. He remembered both nights. Not because they were anything to brag about but because of the embarrassment he felt thinking about it. 

“What will me telling you that do?” 

“I just want to know. I don’t want to read about it. I want to hear it from you.” 

It was a tough situation to be in. He knew what he was going to say was going to hurt because it hadn’t meant anything in the end. He didn’t care about that girl enough to even remember her name. He wasn’t even sure how she had his number to contact him as much as she had. The first call should have been when he told Chanel the truth, but he thought it would go away on its own. 

“I don’t want any more humiliation, Joe. I just…...it’s too much to know people are talking about you and it’s out of your control. I want the control back. I nee-’ 

“Okay,’ he said. He saw her getting worked up and he didn’t want the added pressure on her. As Chanel sat up, Joseph rolled to his back. With his arms behind his head he sighed when the light of the bedside lamp turned on and hit his eyes. 

“It was after an away game last season. The week after you came to see me in New York.. We were in one of the guy’s suites playing back some of the footage when they came in. The cheerleaders normally fly out before we do so I didn’t know they were coming.” 

Chanel could feel her teeth starting to grind together. She stilled them before picking at the stray lint on the bed sheets. “Who brought them?” 

She practically knew every one of the main players. It had to be one of them if Joseph was with them. 

“Rollins.” 

Kissing her teeth, Chanel rolled her eyes. Seth Rollins, currently a receiver on the team and honestly one of the few people Chanel disliked and she tried her best to be open and nice to everyone but there was something about Rollins that didn’t sit right with her. Chanel even tried befriending his wife, Rebecca, but that was a dead end she ran into each season. As head of the Wives Association she had to collaborate on a lot of things with the other wives and girlfriends. Rebecca didn’t respect the seniority and thought her two years would level her up. Humble pie had to be served and Chanel dealt with her because she had to and only when necessary. 

“So what happened after that?” 

“I didn’t care if they were there. I was focused on the tapes. She came to me. I was friendly. I’m not gonna be rude but I thought I made it clear I wasn’t into what they were doing.” 

“So how did you end up fucking her?” 

“We didn’t fuck…..she just sucked my dick. It wasn’t in front of everyone. I had gone to the bathroom and when I came out she pushed me back in. I didn’t fight her. I knew what could have happened if I tried fighting. It would have been this huge scene so I just let it happen.” Joseph glanced at his wife and then back to the ceiling. “After about five minutes of her fumbling around I made her stop.” 

She took in the information. Pushy girl and by nature her husband wasn’t forceful. She wasn’t saying it was okay, because it wasn’t no matter how it happened, but it put things into perspective.

“The second time was at the birthday party for Jerry. She cornered me. She threatened to tell you and make a big scene about what happened in the hotel room. Exactly what I knew would happen. Chanel I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t want to do it…...there is no way that kid is mine. I wasn’t even aroused…” 

There was a panic in Joseph’s voice and it was the conviction she needed to know he wasn’t lying to her. 

“You mean to tell me she put you in a position where you no longer had a choice.” 

Joseph rubbed his hands down his face. He knew what she was getting at. He just didn’t want to say it.

“Yeah.” 

“Let me handle it?” 

It wasn’t a question but he nodded. 

“I’m taking her for a pregnancy test in a few hours. I will deal with Rebecca tomorrow at the meeting.” Rolling out of the bed she walked to his side and kissed his forehead. 

She was leaning away when he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I don’t want that to get out Chanel. You needed to know but I don’t,’ he looked up at his wife and she assured him with a hug. "No one can know that."

“I got you baby."

[nerves-nebula]

I usually take it in stride and it really doesn’t bother me at all so don’t let this discourage you- but I was going through my csa tag and MAN. it is kind of sad to know that I’m like. The person that like 30 people have gone to to ask if they experienced csa. And that way more have gone to confess their experiences to.

Like, and I don’t mean this as a dig but- I’m an irreverent blogger who posts about funny shit and vents. I constantly make jokes about really dark subject matter & my own trauma. I make art about my OCs and I’m best known for an original tmnt iteration where the turtles get sexually abused by their dad.

And I’m the one you turn to for this? both of us anonymous, you don’t know me, but you came to me because (I assume) you’ve got no one else you can be sure will respond well to the kinds of questions you need to ask. I try my best but chances are I’m probably younger than some of you. And I’m the first one you think of. ME. I’ve never even been to real therapy!

It’s flattering and a little funny (I guess being ok with discussing csa is like. My brand now haha) but like. Societally? It’s a bit sad. It’s unfortunate that there isn’t a better way or a better resource to ask these questions to or get reassurance from.

Recently I was helping a classmate -a near stranger who was graduating like a week after this happened- with taking down their final art project. I mentioned jokingly while complimenting their work that I mostly make art about CSA, but it isn’t usually as good as the thing they made. At hearing this they basically jumped at the chance to tell me about their experiences.

Usually people just say “oh wow” or something like “well it’s an important topic” so having found someone who related was refreshing

But it made me realize that just being able to say the words is probably why a lot of people talk about it in my inbox. I got the impression that this person hadn’t found anyone willing to bring up the topic at all, to the point that they were spilling their guts to a near stranger.

And yea it makes me a little sad. I’m not an expert or a resource, and I barely just stopped being a kid, hell I’m not even always coherent! but I might also be all someone has just because I’m like. Too autistic to stop myself from bringing up child sex abuse every few days??

I don’t know where I was going with this lol. It’s very late and I should sleep

[karasuno-planet]

Long Distance + Prying Eyes- Oikawa Tooru

Post-Timeskip Oikawa x fem!reader

genre: a little bit of angst w/jealousy, but mostly fluff <3, sfw

wc: 0.6k

a/n: wow i wrote for a character that's not a Karasuno player?? Are you shocked? amazed? proud? thanks guys. my requests are open, enjoy <3

(gif not mine)

You had always felt like long-distance was a little harder on you than it was on him, despite his constant reminders that he misses you just as much. When he moved to Argentina he was swept up in the sport he had always been so devoted to, and who knew there would be just as many fangirls in Argentina as there were in Japan?

You were the only one who got to know Tooru in the way that you do, though. You have everything those girls want but could never have, but there was always still a lingering tinge of jealousy for the fact that they got to be physically around him while you were constantly reminded of his absence.

You sat in your apartment, eagerly tuning in to an interview Oikawa was doing. You opened your phone to see Tooru had sent you yet another picture of himself, this time showing you the outfit he had chosen for the interview. Soon enough, you see his tall frame walk on screen and sit down with the interviewer.

The questions had been pretty normal, asking mostly about his sport and his experience as an olympian. But your attention was particularly grabbed when the interviewer started asking about his personal life.

"So, Oikawa, it's no secret that you're the attracting force of a new fanbase, particularly a lot of girls your age have been tuning in since you joined the team here in Argentina."

He kept his sincere composure, seemingly unfazed by the question and still flashing his million-dollar smile, "Yes, I've had the opportunity to meet a lot of fans lately, which I'm grateful for."

"Oh, you have? Anyone in particular? I know our viewers are dying to know if someone has captured your heart."

"Well I hope I make it come across clearly that I'm in a serious relationship..." He responded using a light-heated tone, but he still came off a little defensive. You didn't mind that.

"Really? Tell us more!"

"I try to keep that aspect of my personal life a little more private, but I have a beautiful girlfriend back in Japan. I hope to show you more of her soon," He smiled so confidently while talking about you, and the respectful way he always spoke about you made your heart melt.

"How do you feel about your fans then? Are you creeped out?" The interviewer seemed to be asking questions to probe him for drama rather than discuss his career, which felt so skeevy to you. Thankfully, Oikawa was more than equipped to handle the questions.

"I'm always grateful for the support, and honestly flattered, but I always call for fans to respect my relationship and it hasn't been a huge issue." He smiled and nodded his head, "I just find myself so in love that it doesn't even faze me anymore. I don't give a single look to other girls." Upon hearing this your cheeks flushed red; there was no better words he could've said to the world to solidify how he felt about you and push away prying eyes.

A similar rush was given to you as you saw the words "I just find myself so in love that it doesn't phase me anymore" printed at the top of a news article the next day with your boyfriend's smiling face right below.

Long distance was not easy by any stretch, but having Oikawa Tooru as your boyfriend made it so worth it.

[masterlist]

[sissylittlefeather]

Let's Forget About the Stars: Chapter 3

A/N: Another installment for Elvis and Dove! This one is a little spicy, but don't worry, these two are still hopelessly devoted to each other.

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, masturbation (m&f), phone sex, ejaculation, oh and racism

Word count ~2.5k

They drift off to sleep together, Elvis's mind racing with plans of how and when to ask and visions of her in a white dress walking down the aisle towards him.

******

Elvis has two weeks before he has to go to Vancouver for his concert in August of '57. He and Dove spend as much time together as possible until then, even staying together at Graceland several times. They don't have sex, no matter how much they want to. He's waiting for their wedding night and even though he hasn't said it to her, she's okay with waiting. That doesn't mean they don't have their fair share of fun similar to that first night they stayed together. Still, though, she hasn't touched him and they haven't seen each other naked.

When the time finally comes for him to go to Vancouver, he takes her home to pack a bag to come along. However, he didn't think about how his manager might respond to the idea. He shows up at his house with Dove in tow only to run into the Colonel.

"Oh! Colonel, this is my girl, Dove Morningstar." The Colonel purses his lips and nods curtly at Dove. She holds her hand out for him to shake, but he doesn't take it.

"My boy, your daddy told me about this new... adventure... of yours."

"Adventure? What did Daddy tell you?" The Colonel looks at Dove, down to the overnight bag in her hands, and then back at Elvis.

"She is not joining us in Canada." Elvis looks at him shocked.

"Why the hell not?"

"She is not acceptable. I would've rather had this conversation in private, but you force my hand."

"Force your hand? Colonel, what the hell are you talking about?" Dove shifts uncomfortably.

"Jumbee, I don't have to come if it's-"

"No, Dovey, you're coming." He turns back to the Colonel. "She's coming. Or I'm not."

"My boy, the flight is booked and she doesn't have a ticket. She will not join us." Dove can feel the anger roll off of Elvis as his nostrils flare with rage.

"What the fuck is the problem, Colonel?"

"Look at her. She does not meet the standard of what a man of your caliber should date, if he dates anyone at all. Now, I am happy to arrange a date with someone appropriate, but you need to see this trip as an opportunity to move on from this silly obsession."

"Silly obsession?! I love-"

"Yes, you love her. Given enough time, that will fade. You'll see. Now, say goodbye and come with me to the airport. Someone will make sure she gets back to where she belongs." Dove looks at the ground, willing the tears not to fall. This is exactly what she has been afraid of since she met him. She turns and heads for the door with her bag in her hands.

"Wait, Dovey, no, don't leave, you're coming." He stops her at the door and she turns to face him.

"Elvis, it's really okay. I don't have to come. Maybe he's right. You're Elvis Presley. I'm just... me." He holds his hand up to her cheek firmly.

"No, honey. I'm Jumbee and you're the love of my life. I will fix this."

"Just go to Canada. We'll figure this out when you get back." He pushes his forehead to hers and closes his eyes.

"I don't wanna be without you."

"I know Jumbee, but it'll be okay. I'll be right here." He nods and kisses her deeply.

"I love you, Dovey."

"I love you too." The Colonel rolls his eyes and ushers Elvis out the door quickly. Gladys and Vernon are set to follow later, so they're still there when Elvis leaves. When Dove falls to her knees in tears in the foyer, Gladys goes to her immediately, wrapping her in a hug and pulling her to the couch to hold her as she cries. She shushes her and hums quietly. Vernon watches the way she weeps and something inside him softens. When a good amount of time has passed, he offers to take her home. She nods, defeated.

In the car, Vernon and Dove ride in silence for most of the way. As they get closer to their destination, he clears his throat and she looks over at him.

"You really love my son, don't you?" She turns and looks out the window.

"Yes. I do."

"I'm not a monster. I want him to be happy. I just worry what people will say. Surely you can understand that." She swallows deeply.

"I do. I've tried to tell him it won't be easy, but he insists that he doesn't care."

"My boy is headstrong. When he wants something, he'll do everything he can to get it, and he usually does. That's why I'm talking to you. You need to decide if you want to do what's best for him." She looks up at him. Is he suggesting what she thinks he is?

"I'm not ending this."

"Even if it means the end of his career? Think about what's most important to him. Do you want to be the reason that's taken away?" They pull up to the front of her boarding house and she looks back at Vernon.

"If he ends this for his career, I will respect that. But until he tells me himself that he doesn't want to be with me, I will be with him. Every step of the way." She opens the door and gets out of the car, walking up to the porch without looking back.

******

On the plane, Elvis and the Colonel have a similar conversation, but the Colonel is not as nice as Vernon.

"An Indian girl?! Elvis what are you thinking? You might as well be dating-"

"Stop. You seem to think I care that she isn't white. That's wrong and you know it."

"You may not care, but your fans will. Half of them will lose all respect for you. The other half will be devastated that you're unavailable. You are only you because of those fans. Do you really want to alienate them?" Elvis looks down at his hands in his lap. He knows the Colonel is right. But he loves her more than he loves his career. He looks at the Colonel sternly.

"I'm going to say this once and I hope you hear me. I would go back to being an electrician before I'd give up Dovey. We're done with this conversation."

"I hope she's worth it, my boy."

"She is."

******

Elvis performs in Vancouver to a raucous crowd and has an amazing show. He's pleased with his performance, but there's one thing missing: Dove. When he comes off the stage, he's hit with a wave of wishing she could be there to celebrate with him. He decides then and there that she will be at his next show if he has to drive her there himself.

The Colonel arranges a party for after the show and fills it to the brim with pretty girls. He's determined to distract Elvis and get his mind away from that girl in Memphis. Besides, Elvis is too old to be what he is. It's time for him to become a man.

But his efforts are all for nothing. Elvis politely greets the women the Colonel thrusts at him, signs autographs and even kisses a couple of cheeks, but nothing more. He almost seems bored with the party.

What he really is is anxious to get back to his hotel room and call Dove. He misses her so much he can barely stand it. All these other girls might as well be invisible.

"Colonel, I think I'm gonna turn in." Elvis gestures towards the door.

"No, my boy! We're just getting started! Here, have you met-"

"No. No more girls, Colonel. I'm going to bed." The Colonel leans in to Elvis's ear and whispers.

"I could always send one of them with you." Elvis snaps his head back to look the Colonel in the eye, shocked he would even suggest such a thing. He's not even sure how to respond. "It's time, my boy."

"No. It isn't. Goodnight, Colonel." With that, Elvis turns on his heel and heads out the door to go back to his room.

******

"And then he said he could send one back to my room with me?!" Elvis lays on his bed with the phone pressed to his ear.

"Wow. What did you say?" Dove is on her side in bed, holding the phone with her shoulder as she plays with the cord. She's missed Elvis so much it hurts, so hearing his voice on the phone is exactly what she's needed.

"I told him no! You know you're the only girl for me, Dovey." They sit quietly for a bit. "I wish you were here."

"I know, Jumbee, I do too. I miss you like crazy."

"I miss you too, baby." Dove smiles and lays back on her bed.

"What would we do if I was there?"

"Well, we'd be snuggled up together on this bed, for one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. And I'd be kissing you." She giggles.

"Oh, you would? Where would you kiss me?" He smiles slyly.

"Everywhere. Your neck, your cheeks, your lips..." Elvis looks down at himself and notices his dick as it hardens in his pants. What he wouldn't give to be kissing Dove right now, rubbing against her passionately.

"Mmm I would like that. Then what?" Dove's chest heaves as her heart races. She feels her arousal building between her legs, desperately wishing Elvis was there to work his magic with his hand.

"Well, then, then I-I-I would..." He trails off, wrapping his hand around his cock without thinking.

"Yeah? What, Jumbee?"

"I would touch you..." Elvis moans softly as he begins to stroke himself.

"Elvis, what are you doing?"

"Nothing... I'm just... nothing." He stops touching himself and then whimpers. "Maybe we should hang up."

"Hang up? Why?" He takes a deep breath. He knows he has to tell her, as awkward as it might be.

"I'm too... I need to... well, baby..."

"What is it?"

"I don't want to... shock you..."

"Elvis, you can tell me anything." He looks down at his rock hard cock and sighs.

"I'm too turned on. I need to... take care... of myself..."

"What? You need to...? Oh." Her mother told her that this kind of thing happens to boys sometimes. She blushes, but he can't see it.

"Yeah, so maybe we should just hang up..."

"No, I'm not ready yet. You've... finished with me before. What if you just did it now?"

"While we're on the phone?!"

"Yeah... we could keep talking..." He's quiet for a minute, thinking.

"You could... do it too..."

"What? No! I'm a girl! I wouldn't even know what to do."

"Dovey, baby, you just move your fingers on yourself the way I do." Her heart is pounding at the suggestion, but she's craving the feeling so badly.

"I wish you were here!"

"I know, baby, I do too. But just pretend it's me touching you. Sometimes I pretend it's you touching me."

"You do?" His hand slowly moves back to holding his dick.

"Mhmm. I pretend like you wrapped your pretty little hand around me and you move..."

"Would you like that? If I did that?"

"Oh, Dovey, I would love it." He unzips his pants, freeing his cock and starting to stroke it again.

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels so good. Like when I rub my finger on you and then slide it inside." She whimpers, her core throbbing with need. "Just touch yourself, baby. Make yourself feel good. I'm right here."

He moves his hand a little faster, sliding his foreskin back and forth, giving himself just the right amount of friction. Dove's hands shake as she slides her pajama shorts and panties down. Slowly, she puts her finger on her clit and moves it back and forth. She whimpers a little.

"Are you doing it? Talk to me baby." Elvis whispers breathlessly into the phone. She moves her finger more boldly, getting lost in the sensation.

"Yes, ohhh, yes I'm doing it. It feels so good."

"Good. That's good. Just imagine my finger on you, moving so fast over that little spot that makes you wild."

"Yes, Elvis! What are you imagining?"

"Oh, baby, I'm imagining your hand on me, pumping up and down, making me feel so good."

"I'd like to... try that... sometime." The thought makes him groan.

"I would love that, baby. Now, slide your finger inside, like I do." She pushes her middle finger into herself and moans loudly. He grunts, collecting some precum from his tip and rubbing it around. "Yes, baby, like that. Does it feel good?"

"It feels so good... oh God..." He pumps himself harder and faster, trying to match what he assumes is her pace and she slides her finger in and out of herself.

"Don't stop baby... I want you to cum for me..." She uses context clues to figure out what he's talking about and moves her finger over her sensitive bud faster and faster.

"Are you gonna cum too?" He nods and then realizes she can't see him.

"Y-yes baby, I'm so close, oh!"

"Me too, Elvis! Yes! Yes!"

"Fuck, Dovey, yeah baby!"

She throbs and pulses around her own finger while his hips buck and he ruins his hand with his release. They both sit on the phone breathing heavily and trying to recover from their orgasms. Finally, he speaks.

"Dovey, are you still there?"

"Mhmm. That was... I liked that..." He smiles, desperately wishing he could snuggle her and kiss her forehead.

"I miss you, baby."

"I miss you too. Come home to me soon, okay?"

"As soon as I possibly can." She smiles into the phone.

"Then I'll see you soon."

"Not soon enough. I love you, Dovey."

"I love you too, Jumbee."

******

Several days later Elvis finally gets back to Memphis. Gladys calls Dove and makes sure she's at Graceland when he gets home. Vernon watches anxiously, wondering if anything he said will make a difference.

When Elvis walks through the door, he kisses his mama first and then runs over to Dove, scooping her up to wrap her legs around him. He peppers her with kisses wildly as she giggles.

The Colonel looks at Vernon, frustrated. Elvis is oblivious as he carries her up the stairs directly to his bedroom. Gladys smiles and walks back into the kitchen, leaving Vernon and the Colonel alone together. Vernon speaks first.

"I tried to appeal to her better nature. I think she really loves him."

"I don't care if she does. This cannot continue. She will completely derail him."

"They're both pretty insistent. I'm afraid if we push them we'll make it worse."

"No. Elvis is not stupid. I'll come up with something."

"Colonel, maybe we should just let him be happy. It probably won't last anyway."

"Is that a bet you're willing to lay your son's future on?" Vernon swallows and shakes his head.

"No. It's not."

"Then I will need you on my side when I come up with something."

"Okay"

"I will be back."

******

Stay with me!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Taglist;

@wildhorseinkansas @everythingelvispresley @ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101 @aliypop @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @tacozebra051 @your-nanas-house @deniseinmn @joshuntildawn13 @lookingforrainbows @60svintage @littlehoneyposts @epthedream69 @louisejoy86 @rjmartin11 @from-memphis-with-love @deltafalax @atleastpleasetelephone @cinnamoroll-things @burnthheparaphilia @jhoneybees @cattcb @returntopresley

[my-darling-boy]

I've read your post about Sidney Beldam (what a man!) and it fascinated me enough to buy (quite impulsively) The Facemaker. Long story short, thanks to you and Lindsey Fitzharris I'm in my history-of-medicine-nerd-era and in gayly-interested-in-WWI-period; and The Facemaker might be one of my favourite books I've read this year. The stories of soldiers! The photographs! The work of Gillies! And reading that he performed the first known phalloplasty on a trans man was a very pleasant surprise, you know.

As an ask without an ask wouldn't be technically an ask, here I ask: Do you have any academic paper or book "with plot" recommendations? Either something similar to The Facemaker or just something about or set during the era?

Ahh I’m glad it’s been so inspiring! Ah hell yes Gillies was on that king shit doing the phalloplasty, really set the bar for transgender medical care of the 20th century!

I’ve got (a lot) more info than you’ve wanted if you don’t mind (I really can’t help myself), WWI and thereabouts is a great place to look if you’re getting into medicine history cos that’s when a lot of rapid change happened due to the war as well as the Edwardians’ newfound fight against germs and with the influenza pandemic towards the end of the Great War. My area at the moment for 1900-1920s medicine is plastic and reconstructive surgery, amputations, shellshock and PTSD, post-war rehabilitation, and the general RAMC. So I’ve got some recs for medicine and treatment for the body and mind around the war!

For academic books with a bit more narrative/soldier accounts as you asked:

Wounded by Emily Mayhew. I’ll admit I’ve not picked it up just yet but I do own it and it goes a lot off soldier’s stories

Forgotten Lunatics of the Great War by Peter Barham. Fantastic read about the stigma of “lunacy” and the psychological hardships men faced returning home including fighting for pensions due to lost limbs and shell shock.

Breakdown: the crisis of shellshock on the Somme, 1916 by Taylor Downing. While I don’t agree with this author’s personal views on the war, it does give soldier accounts looking at how the military alone viewed and responded to shell shock which can be helpful to understand in contrast to the civilian post-war response, especially since PTSD and shell shock are two different conditions and the former wasn’t widely understood almost until the 21st century.

Medicine in the First World War Europe: soldiers, medics, pacifists by Fiona Reid. Cannot remember the exact nature of this book cos I can’t remember if I own it but if I remember right it does have more of a personal accounts type telling.

Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain. Not 100% a medical read but a famous memoir written by feminist and pacifist Vera Brittain about her time before the war and during such as a VAD nurse

Two more clinical book reccs if you’re into the how and why of wounds and such:

Faces from the Front by Andrew Bamji. Very good look into the treatment of facial injuries with plastic surgery, it is at times a bit graphic as there are plenty of photos

War Surgery 1914-18 edited by Thomas Scotland and Steven Heys. Great look into injuries and their pathology, approachable read with clearly defined figures and not just massive walls of text along with an extensive bibliography. I recommend this as well for anyone writing WWI fiction because this tells you how wounds ACTUALLY happened and presented themselves

Purely fictional but with medical themes in nature (off the top of my head):

The Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker. Quite well known, but depicts the psychological effects of WWI on various characters. If you want queer themes, you’ll like this.

Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. American anti-war novel about a soldier who horrifically looses his arms, legs, face, hearing, and sight during the war and is confined to a secluded hospital bed at the mercy of doctors and nurses who don’t know what to do for him.

A Month in the Country by J. L. Carr. More queer themes! Tells the story about two WWI vets doing archeological work at a church in the English countryside and their lasting battle with shell shock.

I’ve also got a list of a handful of academic type sources slowly collected over the past months for various medical WWI things. These are only the ones I remembered to save, but I know there were certainly several more:

Website on the detailed RAMC evacuation

Pay to access source on prosthetic limbs in Britain via JSTOR

bibliography for First World War medicine as a kind of jumping off point for more academic papers and medical books

Academic paper reflecting on Britain’s response and treatment of shellshock

Good short article on the care of veterans for work and housing post-war

Continuously updating catalogue containing medical records that detail quite interesting stories like a bombardier receiving hypnotherapy to cure shell shock, hyperlink at the bottom to search database

REALLY good site on the RAMC duties at casualty clearing, advanced dressing, and regimental aid

WIP article on Gillies, Sidcup, and patients written by person whose friend was the granddaughter of Sidney Beldam

Academic article on facially disfigured men reclaiming agency and visibility

Short article on soldiers and disability struggles after the war

Masculinity, Stigma and Facial and Psychological Injuries of the First World War thesis paper

Erskine Hospital records that show the hospital, rehabilitation, and patients as well as limb making. Full collection is held at the University of Glasgow

Relationships between medical care and masculinity

Also off the top of my head, if you’re ever in Edinburgh for whatever reason, you might really enjoy the Surgeon’s Hall Museums as there are thousands of artefacts on display such as antique medical equipment, Victorian dentistry items, 17th century skeletons, and 20th century prosthetics. Literally it is floor to ceiling in the main gallery with jarred organs, body parts, bones, and even most remarkably the preserved upper half of the face, moustache and all, of a WWI soldier which is probably one of—if not the—most fascinating and haunting thing I’ve ever seen at a museum imo. It can be a bit of a shock to the system if you’ve never been to that sort of thing before so take care when going. I’ve been about three times and there’s still a couple items that make me go a bit light headed to look at!

Anyway I know it’s a lot but I hope something in there could be more of help to you! Cheers x

[yumicreatesworld]

Betrayal: Gift Rejected - Jake Sim

Summary: You confront Jake after discovering he sought advice from Yuna, your manipulative ex-best friend, for your painful condition. Her advice worsened your symptoms, and Jake’s betrayal stings deeply. Despite his attempt to reconcile with an expensive gift, you tell him you need time to consider if you can ever trust him again.

Pairing: boyfriend!Jake x girlfriend!reader (featuring ex bestfriend!Yuna)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 600

Genre: Contemporary, Romance

Warnings: emotional betrayal, medical issues, emotional distress, manipulation.

I got the idea for this Drabble from this prompt. Go check out their page!

“Thank you, I really hate it,” you say, pushing the velvet box back toward Jake. Your voice is calm, almost too calm, the kind that comes before a storm. You watch him flinch, his attempt at a placating smile faltering.

“Y/N, please, I thought—”

"No," you interrupt, shaking your head. "You didn't think. You went to her. Of all people, Jake, you went to Yuna."

His face crumples, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But the pain from your condition, the searing embarrassment, is too fresh. You can't forget the moment you discovered what he had done, the betrayal cutting deeper than the physical agony.

You had been dealing with thrush for weeks, the constant discomfort making even the simplest tasks unbearable. You trusted Jake to understand, to support you. Instead, he had sought help from the one person you despised more than anyone.

Yuna. The name alone makes your skin crawl. Once your best friend, she had charmed her way into your life, only to rip it apart. Her flirtation with your former boyfriend had been the final straw, leading to a painful breakup and the end of your friendship. Now, she was a well-loved doctor, her reputation untarnished by the manipulative games she played.

When you found out Jake had gone to her for advice, it felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath you. Worse, the 'advice' she gave him had aggravated your condition, leaving you in more pain than before. Yuna’s delighted laughter when you confronted her still echoes in your mind, a haunting reminder of her betrayal.

"I didn't know who else to ask," Jake says, his voice breaking. "I just wanted to help."

"You wanted to help?" you echo, incredulous. "By going to her? You know what she did to me, what she’s capable of. And you thought she would help?"

He opens his mouth to respond, but you hold up a hand, stopping him. "You didn't even tell me, Jake. You didn't think to ask me how I felt about it. You just went behind my back."

He looks down, the guilt plain on his face. "I thought... I thought if I could fix it, you wouldn't have to suffer anymore."

You laugh, a harsh, bitter sound. "Suffer? You think I'm just suffering because of the pain? Jake, I'm suffering because the one person I should be able to trust went to the one person who delights in my misery."

Silence falls between you, heavy and suffocating. You stare at the velvet box, the expensive gift inside a testament to Jake’s misguided attempt to make things right. It’s too little, too late.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispers. "I just wanted to make you happy again."

Tears sting your eyes, but you blink them back. "I don't want your gifts, Jake. I wanted your honesty. I wanted your support. And you gave me betrayal instead."

He reaches out, his hand trembling, but you step back, shaking your head. "I need time," you say quietly. "Time to figure out if I can ever trust you again."

Jake's face falls, but he nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I'll wait," he says. "However long it takes, I'll wait."

You turn away, unable to bear the sight of his broken expression any longer. As you walk away, the pain of your condition flares, but it's nothing compared to the ache in your heart. You wonder if some wounds can ever truly heal, or if the scars left behind will always remind you of the hurt.

Only time will tell.

Part 2(a)

Part 2(b)

Hope y’all enjoyed!

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

If you are still doing your followers celebration I got something for you 😉

To me this fits the Clones so well. There is so many pairs you could do of brothers being there for brothers (I'm talking strictly brother like, not clone shipping).... Like Rex/Cody, Fox/Thorn, Rex/Cody/Wolffe.... Anyways my ask is for you to take this song and do whatever you want with it, with whatever clones you feel this fits to make a brotherhood kinda story of your dreams lol. If you're up for something like that. 💙💙

Thank you @callsign-denmark for such a brilliant request.

I hope I did this song justice: Brotherhood by Miza, Rosendale.

It was such an emotional song, and maybe that's just me, but it really felt emotional.

I apologize for the delay in posting, things got hectic, this week. Like really crazy. I apologize.

Love oo,

Brotherhood

Warnings: Following Umbara arc, mentions of deaths, trauma, grief, pain, guilt, survivor's guilt, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

Main Master List   | Star Wars Jukebox Roulette |   AO3 Link

Kix sat on a cargo crate in the hangar, his face in his hands, as he tried to come to terms with everything that happened, with the betrayal of a Jedi, the loss of one of Hardcase, the loss of so many men. 

A shuddering breath escaped from his lips, as he tried not to let anyone notice the tears that were sliding down his face. His eyes shifted from the pile of armour in front of him, slowly focusing on the bodies of his fallen brothers he’d been unable to save. 

No one realized or really knew the sort of toll it took on him knowing he failed them. No matter how hard he tried, how he used all his might to save each and every single one of his brothers, only to fail them, one by one. 

To save so few in comparison to the ones he lost was an overwhelming feeling of defeat and loss. 

Life wasn’t fair, most of the men who lay there with a nondescript sheet over there, hadn’t even been able to live. Most were shinies, never even having a chance to step foot in 79’s or learning how connected you could feel to someone who wasn’t even your brother, simply by holding that special person in their arms. They’d been bred to fight and to die, that’s all they’d known. 

Every one of those men, who were now lying on the cold durasteel floor not even ten feet from where Kix sat, learned only one thing from the moment they were brought out of the growth chambers to the moment of their death: what it was to feel pain. Pain from training, pain from fighting, pain from seeing their brothers die, pain from not eating enough, pain from not sleeping enough. Everyday was pain for them, up until the moment of their deaths. 

Kix took in a shuddering breath once again as he rubbed his eyes, fighting back the tears that were so desperate to escape. 

Jesse had been watching his vod for a few minutes, he could see the turmoil radiating off him, he slowly walked over, taking a seat beside him wrapping his arm around Kix as he pulled him into his side.

“It’s not your fault, vod.” 

Kix didn’t respond to Jesse’s statement, simply wiping his tears as Jesse continued.

“None of the lives lost was your fault.”

“It was my job to save them.”

“It was your job to try your best, and I know you, vod, you always do your best.”

Kix broke down in Jesse’s arms, unable to hold back the unending upheaval inside of him. 

Rex watched from afar, his heart breaking for his vod. Kix didn’t deserve to suffer, he didn’t deserve to have feelings of guilt for the loss of his brothers. 

It wasn’t Kix’s fault. 

It was his own fault. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.  

After all, as Captain, he was the one responsible for sending his men out, all those men’s deaths, all the pain and suffering Kix was dealing with, what all his brothers were dealing with, this was all on him. 

He headed towards his office, paying his respects to his fallen brothers. He simply wanted the confines of his office, he didn’t want to be reminded of more deaths he could be responsible for; every single one of his vode’s faces he looked held the possibility of death in the near future. 

He was near his office when he ran into Fives. It still stung seeing Fives without Echo, and now he lost Hardcase too. It was just too much, it was all too much. 

Fives could see Rex was struggling, he stood in front of him preventing him from moving on. He knew his ori’vod well enough to know he’d never actually discuss what was wrong, but the least he could do was try to get him to open up. 

“Rex, you okay?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Rex took in a deep breath, before he even had the strength to look at Fives in the eye. 

“Come on vod, it’s written all over your face. Talk to me.”

Rex propped himself against the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned against the cold steel wall, hoping it would somehow give him the strength to talk. He leaned his head back looking at the ceiling, noticing how meticulous those cleaning droids could be, even cleaning the ceiling. He closed his eyes and for some reason he couldn’t explain, his mouth just started moving. 

“I’ve lost so many good men, Fives. And each one of those men died, because they were following my orders. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

“Rex…” 

He simply shook his head, he didn’t want to hear it right now from Fives, it was taking all his strength to just do his best to keep the tears back as he continued talking.  

“I’ve been in so many skirmishes, but I still remember each one of my brother’s faces and number. Bellow, those lost in the battle Hisseenian and Christophsis, Hevy, Flash, Cameron, Lucky, Denal, Koho, Buzz, Gearshift, Redeye, Mixer, Hawkeye, Kosmos, Charger, Longshot, Echo …” his voice trembled, there’d been so many deaths and he was responsible for each one. How many more could he bear, and now with how devastating Umbara had been. His hands trembled as he wiped a tear. 

Fives gripped his shoulder, it wasn’t the Captain’s fault, he knew that and somewhere in the back of Rex’s mind, he’d known that too. Fives took a deep breath and offered the only consolation he could think of. 

“We’ve all lost brothers, Rex. We’re all grieving, and feeling guilty for not being the ones lying on the floor beside them.”

“It’s more than that,” Rex shifted his head and looked at his brother, “I’m responsible, you  - - you didn’t send them to their deaths. I did. All those lives lost … because of me. Because I failed.”

“That wasn’t you. None of this is your fault. You weren’t responsible for their deaths. You were following orders. At the end of the day, we’re all just following orders, vod.”

Rex scoffed “To our deaths.”

Fives nodded in agreement, as he squeezed Rex’s shoulder, “At least we’ll meet it together then.”

Rex chuckled as he looked at Fives and nodded, “True. Alright, Fives. Off with you.” He motioned with his head down the hall, the overwhelming emotions finally simmering back down below the surface, “I’m sure you have somewhere to be.”

“Yes, sir.” Fives saluted and carried on his way, hoping at the very least he gave his brother some comfort. 

Main Master List   | Star Wars Jukebox Roulette |   AO3 Link

Tag list:

@liadamerondjarin @badbatch-simp24@spicymcnuggies@lady-ren @firstofficerwiggles

@darkangel4121 @discofern @kavecika @monako-jinn-stories @ladykatakuri

@avathebestx @theroguesully @furyhellfire66 @carodealmeida @ciramaris

@sprout-fics @twinkofthedink @dindjarin-mandalorian @ulchabhangorm @littlemisspascal

@tortor-mcgee @vodika-vibes @clonethirstingisreal @crosshair-is-the-superior-clone @totallyunidentified

@griffedeloup @leotatombs @leotawrites

[sorrel-leaf-vespers]

More Sitcom AU writing, continued from the previous post! You guys' kind words on the last one meant a lot to me, especially since I haven't been able to share my writing with anyone in a long while, and have straight up never engaged with a community via my craft like this. Thanks for reading!

Clyde had been silent the whole walk. By now, the moon was high in the sky, and the town of Eastridge had been left far behind. Alex’s feet hurt from spending hours walking nonstop through the forest. They were following Clyde, wherever it might have been going.

“I’m assuming we would be getting there much faster if you didn’t have to move at a human’s pace?” Alex finally asked. “Because when we were running there, you were going… really fast.”

“Yeah,” said Clyde. “We’re almost there.”

“So…” Alex stretched. “Veldigun sickness. When will the symptoms set in since that spike was digging into my hand? I’m going to assume the onset might be more rapid because of the prolonged contact. And maybe even more intense.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

The intense growl in Clyde’s voice told Alex to drop the subject. It must have felt ashamed or guilty for giving Alex Veldigun sickness. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“To hide.”

“Where, exactly?”

The question answered itself. Clyde pointed through the trees at what looked like an old, dilapidated house. As they got closer, Clyde showed no fear. This place must be safe if that’s the case, Alex figured.

Clyde walked right past the house and toward a nearby barn. It began calling out in a series of shrieks and hisses as it pushed the door open. Nothing responded. “What are you doing?” Alex asked.

“Letting them know we’re here.”

“Friends of yours?” Alex walked into the barn. It was completely dark, other than the light of the moon coming in through the window. “So… what kinds of friends could you-”

A horrid, ear-shattering scream echoed through the barn as something emerged from the darkness. It vaguely resembled a bird, but it was covered in purple and black goo and lacked any legs, just a tail that it slithered along the ground with. It shrieked again and flapped its wings.

“Calm down, Flock. It’s okay.” A second figure approached, this one only about a foot taller than Alex. He was humanoid, but had long, lanky arms covered in stripes like Clyde’s, and a burlap sack over his head. Someone more inexperienced would have considered him a sentient scarecrow, but Alex had enough experience to know that this was another Veldigun. His voice was quiet and gentle, a stark contrast to Clyde’s raspy hiss. “Clyde. Hello.”

“Hi.”

“I didn’t expect you to come seeking us out in the middle of the night.”

“It was an emergency.”

The new Veldigun turned to Alex. “You brought a human, huh?”

“I did. That’s Alex.”

“Alex? The Alex Williams you’ve been telling us about?”

“That’s the one.”

“In that case, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Alex. My name is Simon.” Simon politely bowed to them, then gestured to the bird creature. “That’s the Flock. It’s also a Veldigun, but it was never able to fully move on from its Void state. Forgive it if it looks a little… goopy.”

The Flock perked up at its name and said in a perfect imitation of Simon’s voice, “Hi, Flock. Hi, Flock.”

“Uh… hi?” Alex didn’t understand why Simon was being so friendly. He was a Veldigun who had never met them before. “Has Clyde told you about me?”

“Indeed it has. It’s spoken very highly of you.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey!” Clyde lashed its tail.

Simon let out a small snort. Alex couldn’t tell what he was thinking under that sack. “Regardless,” he said, “I know that Clyde wouldn’t have brought you here without a purpose. What happened?”

Alex told the whole story of that afternoon- their Veldigun research, getting found by the police, the long trek to the barn, all of it. Simon listened attentively, nodding every so often. When Alex finished talking, he turned to look at Clyde. “I see now. You need someplace to hide.”

“Yeah. I figured this was the best place,” said Clyde, crossing its arms. “And there’s another thing you should know… Alex will get Veldigun sickness, since I touched them.”

“It was an accident,” said Alex, jumping to Clyde’s defense.

Simon nodded again. “Alright. We’ll see if we can find any way to make the process more… oh, how do I say this… bearable is how I’ll put it. In the meantime, let’s try to make you comfortable here. If Lankmann is after you, I’ve a feeling you’ll be here a while.”

“Thank you,” said Alex. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s what any good Veldigun would do for an ally.”

The Flock slithered closer, close enough to where Alex could touch it if they wanted. It again started talking in Simon’s voice. “You’re such a good bird. You’re such a good bird. You’re such a good bird.”

Simon chuckled. “That means it likes you.”

For the first time since the police had come knocking, Alex felt genuinely intrigued. Their instinct to write everything down was kicking in. “How does it do that?”

“It’s a master of imitation. My working theory is that it got that ability from consuming birds that live around here. Lots of corvids. Jays, crows, even a raven or two. Those birds possess incredible mimicry capabilities, so I figure they’ve handed that off to the Flock.”

“You seem a lot more comfortable with human speech than Clyde is.”

“I am. I like to watch humans from afar. I’ve picked up a lot.”

“You like humans?”

“In the manner of liking them as more than just meals? Yes. I find them a fascinating species. I’ve done my best to keep them away from Clyde’s claws, but reasoning with it is no easy feat.”

Clyde hissed something that Alex couldn’t exactly make out, but sounded like “Hypocrite.” They decided not to press it. “Well, thanks for trying,” said Alex, smiling up at Simon.

“It’s no problem. Feel free to sleep on the couch we dragged in from that house. It’s old and dirty, but it’s better than nothing. Clyde, you should rest, too. I’ll keep watch.”

“Thank you.” Alex reached out and shook Simon’s hand. They had already touched one Veldigun today. No harm in touching another. “Thanks so much.”

“You’re welcome, truly.”

Alex curled up on the couch. They had no blanket or pillow, but they were tired enough to the point where they didn’t need one to fall asleep instantly. They were out in seconds, with no time to think about what the coming days held. That was probably for the best.

[tonisbabydoll]

tutor eunsok!!!!!

so I kinda see in this scenario that eunseok is like a year or two older than reader, and he'd had put up small posters around campus for anyone needing tutoring for a class he'd already taken the previously! so when he got an enquiry, he expected it to be some needy boy, but instead was met with cute, shy, and crybaby reader! agreeing on tutoring her bcoz why not??

him always being strict from the get-go, and reader being slightly intimidated by him, cuz the way he carries himself + a year older! giving her hw to do, checking in on it every lesson, and ofc she does all the hw on time, asking if she doesn't understand! never letting her skip classes except a medical emergency, always expecting hw to be done...

slowly as you guys get more into the tutoring sessions, he tells u to come study over at his apartment, just so yoy can study comfortably and don't have to worry abt eating or being too loud! he'd always say when its time for you to go back to ur dorm "stay if you don't understand the content", you sometimes falling asleep there

also see reader going to him after she gets a bad mark, just sobbing while she's on his lap, and he's reassuring you like you're not stupid or dumb, you can sury improve your grades next time!!!

but then some days if he knows ur procrastinating on purpose / not listening, he just stares at ur large eyes staring up at him, and fingers you while making you say the content u just learnt out loud, saying he'll only make you cum if you understand it properly...

also see the reader texting him one day "seok... I don't think I can make it to our tutoring lesson today evening" and he just replied with "why, are u okay" obviously worried, and she's just like '"just an personal emergency", but then later that evening when he sees u at the bar with ur friends, and u make eye contact with him, he knows this wasn't just some "personal reason"

you showing up to the tutoring lesson the next day at his apartment, slowly walking in, not daring to saying anything while he just lifts ur chin up and is like "you know I hate liars the most, right?" "if u didn't wanna study so badly yesterday, could've just told me yk" "yk what happens to liars... they get taught s lesson" making reader cockwarm him the whole time she learns the content she missed yesterday, no matter how much she whines, cries, whimpers!

also when u fall asleep during tutoring, he just asks you "what were u up last night studying for?" and when u reply "the hw u gave :(" hes always like "you know I'm here to teach you the content doll, ask me a million times if you don't understand"

ohhh but then also when ur here at his apartment after class, with the big red "100%" on ur paper, he's so happy! just hugs you and tells you "I think you deserve a little reward, hmmm?" 🤒

the reader always being so shy, never responding in full sentences l, just nodding yes, or saying "hmm", he just thinks ur so adorable!

but also see even eunseok slipping up one day, when he calls u over one day to return a book he gave u and typing 10pm instead of 10am, so here u are, at his door at 10pm! him having a little party with his friends and sungchan opens the door, letting eunseok know "a little cutie is here" while eunseok just wonders who he's talking abt??? you pulling out the book you were supposed to return, giving it to sungchan to give it back to eunseok while he just keeps on flirting with you.... eunseok finally coming over to the door, surprised to see u and then realises he drunkily typed "10pm" instead of "10pm". telling sungchan to leave you alone, and apologizing to u that u had to witness all that, so when u go to leave, hes like "wait, did u walk here alone at 10am wearing that?" "and were u serious studying right now", seeing ur hair up in the hairstyle you do when ur studying, and u just nod nervously, and he sighs... even though he's drunk doesn't mean he's lost his senses!! telling you to come inside and just sleep over, vcoz he doesn't have the energy to walk yoy back, nor does he want you to walk alone or send you with his friends alone! you being super shy and awkward just following him, when u notice anton, a dude from your class at his apartment, realizing they might be in the same friendgroup! eunseok being protective of you, making you walk behind him and taking you up to the guest bedroom and just telling you to sleep there, and that he'll take u to ur dorm tmrw morning!

ahhh i swear I could continue with WAY better scenarios, but I fear it would be too long, so this is it for now! hope you enjoyed!!! - 🍫

I ENJOYED THIS SM ANON???? U RLLY FED ME (AND EVERYONE WHO READS THIS)

eunseok would praise you so much and you who has a praise kink… what can you do except get wet🥹 but you’re just too shy to say anything until he notices someday

also gonna take a sappy turn here but imagine him watching you sleep as he’s drunk. you’re just so cute, adorable etc and that’s the moment he realises that he may have a crush on you. you’re all he’s ever needed in a girl. he kisses your cheek as you sleep but he would never want to admit that to you. he’ll subtly flirt with you during your lessons and half the time you wouldn’t even realise! he had to make it more obvious to you haha

[holybibly]

hi!! i’m a writer myself and despite having mdni on my blog, i still get a lot of minors trying to with my work. i regularly have to check my followers for ages in their bio and i’ve even had minors come in my inbox telling me that i’m ’overreacting’ for not wanting them to read my writing. it’s gotten to the point where i’ve just turned off anon altogether, partially because of the weird people in my inbox and partially so i know i can be safe and not respond to minors by accident.

i guess what i’m trying to get at here is even though you have mdni on your blog, how can you be sure that the people in your inbox aren’t minors. there’s nothing physically stopping them from coming on your blog and sending sexual asks and you seem to facilitate these asks by responding in an equally sexual manner. i hope i’m not coming across as rude, but i just don’t see how you can be sure that you’re not engaging with minors when you respond to anons in a flirtatious and sexual way. if you somehow do check their ages, great! but since they’re anon, i don’t really see how that’s possible…

So, hello. Well, the wording of the question is rather crude to begin with, don't you think? And frankly, I'd prefer to take such questions to DM posts, but if you want to talk, you're welcome. 

First of all, don't you think it's a bit unfair? Accusing anonymous people and then asking a question anonymously? I don't think it's very nice, or do you think I'm going to declare a witch hunt and go on a bashing spree? That's so stupid. Or do you just not like me? Because that's what it sounds like. In general, I don't mind you having an opinion, but by sending a message like that, you knew I'd respond to it. 

Secondly, I know this is going to sound awful and you can totally throw a bunch of shitty comments and posts at me, but let's be honest, even if we check the age of our subscribers and readers every time they subscribe to us, when they ask us questions, comment, reblog, etc., where is the 100% guarantee that those people didn't lie about their age when they created their blog on Tumblr? 

Go to any porn site; age verification is just a tick in the box. These are the horrible realities we face every day. The internet is a place where it is very difficult to verify anything, and unfortunately, there are consequences.

I am in no way supporting the sexualization of minors, and I am certainly not engaging in depravity, although you make it sound that way. 

But I do know that there are many people who can't talk openly about their desires, sexual or otherwise; people who doubt their sexuality and self-acceptance; people who are judged for being different; people who are shamed for being too feminine or masculine; for having problems with daddy or mommy; or simply for being too quiet and shy. Not all of us are going to come out for manifestos and parades. 

And in this case, the only option for them is anonymity. I repeat, I do not support the sexualization of minors in any way, and if you want to accuse me of encouraging such things, I suggest you look at some of the profiles of authors on AO3 who openly use sex scenes with minors and even children in the text of their work. 

I don't know your social circle as a writer, and since you're asking this anonymously, I can't even check your work, but I think the problem is not whether I answer anonymous questions or not, but whether I talk to my bunnies at all. Every time I get messages like this, I think about it. You call me weird, angry, triggering, and now a lecher. Not directly, but the context is clear. 

I've never written messages like that to anyone; you know, it's not nice. I've never intended to offend or hurt anyone with my replies or FFs. But apparently everyone around me, for some strange reason, thinks I'm some source of universal evil while trying to retrain me and change my character and disposition. 

I really hope you are happy with what you are doing. 

Bunnies, I'm sorry. There will be no updates for a while.