#it's just me rambles in mid of the week :D | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

Text

11:11 [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits: Left (@cheekycatlady) Center (@lockscreens-n-shit) Right (@@viciousclothing)

Prompt: Penelope and Derek play matchmaker after Emily meets the captivating and alternative reader who’s allegedly off the market at a shop where Prentiss is buying a gift for Garcia. A few weeks later, Emily and the reader have the chance to have what they’ve dreamed of for so long, a relationship, but will their differences and fears be too much to overcome?

Pairing: Emily x Non-BAU!Reader, Fem!Reader, Alnterative-Goth!Reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: Fluff/comfort

Word Count: 8.9K

Content Warnings: Language, unwanted attention (reader and Emily), if I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi all! I hope you are all doing very well! This fic is for the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins’s Pride Writing Challenge! I used the dialog prompt “Are they… flirting?” “Big time.” This fic is a lot more fluffy than my usual stuff, but it was nice to just write something romantic for Emily. The reader is described as a goth and a fan of horror, but if those are not your aesthetics, you can swap those parts out for what you like. I do mention a horror film scholar, but I try to explain her ideas accurately. Emily is a gem of a character and I hope I captured her well in this fic. Please be kind to yourselves this week and do something you love, you are so special. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories

y/n = your name

y/c = your complexion

y/f/d = your favorite drink (alcoholic, non-alcoholic, soda, you decide)

Emily pulled into the small strip mall a thirty-minute drive from her house. It wasn’t what she’d expected exactly. It seemed… boring. Em sighed and thought, ‘Aren’t all strip malls boring? This is a strip mall, not a strip club, and you're here for Penelope, not you.’ With a hint of a smile, Prentiss got out of her car and pulled her purse and iced coffee from the front seat cup holder. She yawned and put her glasses on as the mid-afternoon sun glared down on her. She had stayed up late from another mid-date last night, thus the tiredness. It hadn’t been bad per se, just boring. After talking about shared interests, the man she’d seen started talking about his exes and how Emily reminded him of each of them. The only good thing about the man was that he’d taken them to a nice bar and promised to pay the tab. So Emily had gone overboard with her drinks. When she’d gotten a glass of the nicest champagne on the menu, she realized she could just sit and listen to this man ramble on and call it performance art the next day. However, even the Advil she’d popped last night after she’d gotten home hadn’t cured her hangover.

The little bell on the door rang as Emily entered the store. It took a second for her to put down her coffee on a small table by the door with some pamphlets encouraging a yarn crawl next month and remove her sunglasses to see the inside of the store properly. Prentiss was here to get Penelope a small gift after she’d admitted to feeling down after a rough case. It seemed Garcia’s girlhood hobby of crochet had come back to life after she’d seen a cute sweater online, so Em was going to get her some good quality supplies, or at least a gift card if she couldn’t pick out what felt right in the store. The fiber arts weren’t really her thing, and as she saw the front display, pastel rainbows of yarn skeins, and a sample shawl to celebrate Pride Month along with a variety of needles and hooks on the adjacent wall, she felt lost. More lost than if she was at a crime scene.

The soft, “Can I help you find something?” had Prentiss whip around on her heel and see the woman she hadn’t noticed as she walked into the store. Em blamed her hangover, but couldn’t say the same for when she opened and closed her mouth once or twice as she took in the employee behind the counter. Perhaps Emily had expected a little old lady or a mom type to work at a place like this, but she hadn’t expected a young woman standing in all black and what could only be described as vampiric-looking makeup and accessories. The words, whatever she was trying to say or might have said to this type of person escaped her.

The woman behind the counter seemed to flush, but it was hard to tell with her dark blush, given her y/c and intentionally washed-out tired look. It was the type of look Spencer had unintentionally. The employee looked behind the counter to get the pretty woman’s eyes off of her for a moment. y/n hadn’t expected to be visually dissected this afternoon. She wondered if she had something in her teeth and how embarrassing that would be in front of someone as pretty as the statuesque woman on the other side of the counter.

Emily finally recovered and coughed slightly, now her blush of embarrassment flooded her cheeks as she said, “I’m sorry. I suppose I didn’t see you there when I walked in. I haven’t been to a place like this before. I’m trying to get some things for my friend. She’s into crocheting I think. I googled yarn stores in town and apart from the big craft store this is the only one that came up…” Em stopped talking when she realized that she was rambling and the woman moved from behind the counter letting out a chuckle. It looked strange on someone who dressed so severely. y/n said, “Well, welcome in. I can show you around and make some recommendations if you’d like. Does your friend have a favorite color? Do you know if she wants to make something in particular?” Emily let out a sigh, relieved that her behavior and lack of knowledge weren’t mocked. She guessed that there wasn’t a ton of gatekeeping in the crochet community, but she didn’t know. Em swallowed and said, “Well my friend loves pink or any bright colors. As for her projects, I only know she likes working with bigger threads. She says it makes the projects go faster?”

y/n nodded. This poor, but beautiful woman was out of her depth here. However, y/n never judged. Knitting and crocheting wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Often people just thought it was for the geriatric, though that was far from the truth. y/n had to correct the woman, she couldn’t stop herself as she said, “Yarn.” The customer looked up and said, “Huh?” softly, and y/n felt herself heating up again as she said, “It’s yarn, not thread. Sorry I can’t stop myself from correcting people when they say that. I’m, y/n. What’s your name?” y/n didn’t mean to sound condescending as she corrected the woman, it just slipped out. She tried to recover herself by asking the woman’s name; she was striking.

Thankfully, after a split second, Emily extended her hand and said, “Emily. I’m Emily. It’s nice to meet you y/n, and don’t apologize. I’m sure I sound like an idiot, so correct me as much as you need or feel like it. I won’t be offended.” y/n smiled and shook Em’s hand twice already enjoying her sense of humor. Emily couldn’t help but look at y/n’s long dark nails that matched her clear glossed, blood colored lips. y/n let Emily’s hand go and pointed toward the back right side of the store and said, “I think this side of the store is what you’ll be looking for. It’s our DK and bulky weight yarn section.” Em nodded like she understood what that meant and followed behind y/n looking at all the pretty skeins and knit and crochet samples on display. Even though Prentiss never thought this would be her niche, it was a very calming and pretty environment. It helped that the playlist that was on in the background had already played music she liked. Emily looked back for a moment at the comfy-looking chairs by the window and could picture herself sitting there for a few hours.

Emily came back to the moment and realized she was getting distracted. She was firmly in the right section now as the yarn on the shelves looked like Penelope would love them. There was hot pink, yellow, and some purple yarn with sequins already threaded in the yarn. Emiy’s eyes looked around and y/n said, “I’ll let you look around for a bit. The yarn on the middle shelf is our most popular, but if you’re looking for something that’s a bit more affordable, because this stuff can get expensive pretty fast, is on the left and it’s still good quality too.” Emily nodded. She hadn’t even looked at a price tag yet. Money hadn’t crossed her mind. She had been too busy looking at the pretty colors, chairs, and sales assistant. y/n brushed past Em and back up toward the counter and said over her shoulder, “Hollar if you have any questions or if you need anything.” Prentiss turned her head and said, “Thanks,” as she watched y/n move back toward the front counter, her high-top Doc Martens giving her an inch in height that she didn’t have naturally.

Em tore her eyes away once y/n was just out of sight. It wasn’t a big store, but the shelves that housed the yarn made it impossible for her to see y/n. Emily now turned to the skeins of yarn and picked up the hot pink skein that had first caught her eye. y/n’s comment about price made her look at the price tag, and Prentiss whistled under her breath. ‘$35.00 for some yarn?’ she thought. ‘What are they doing hand-picking sheep and making them eat strawberries until they turn pink?’ That sarcastic line of thinking did take her to the real conclusion, however, that unless yarn was cheap and mass-manufactured in a store, it must take a lot of time and effort to get that kind of color and quality. With the prices in mind now, Emily picked between five yarn colors that looked like Garcia’s favorites and picked her top three from the bunch. She decided on the hot pink, the purple sequined yarn, and a lime green tucked in the corner of a shelf. Happy with her choices, Emily moved around the store to look at the rest of what was there. As was natural for Prentiss, she was drawn to the jewel tones and more delicate yarn. The deep and rich colors reminded her of fall, her favorite sweaters, and hot lattes. She let out a sigh of longing for it to be cool again. For a second she felt eyes on the back of her neck, and she turned her face up sharply to see y/n just move her head toward the front door as if she was expecting someone to walk in. Emily turned her head again and bit the inside of her mouth. Why was y/n so cool? She tried to pinpoint why the woman at the front was having such an effect on her.

She attributed it to three things. The first was the attitude. y/n had a very nonchalant attitude -- one that said that anything could happen and she wouldn’t be phased. Secondly, there was the confidence to wear what she wanted. Not that Emily had a choice, she was forced into the confines of business casual, but even if she wasn’t, she wasn’t sure she’d have the confidence to wear what y/n was. Lastly, y/n just seemed to be a really good person. It was based only on a feeling, but being an FBI profiler did have its advantages like getting a good reading on people. Prentiss let out a sigh, she was being silly and she knew it. She took one last look at some of the items displaying what the yarn could make and do before she moved to the counter. y/n smiled at Em and said, “Those are some pretty colors, I bet your friend will love them!” Prentiss nodded and said, “I’m sure she will. I’m happy I know about this place now, this could be good for gifts for some people I know.” Emily paused before asking, “Do you own the shop.” y/n chuckled and nodded her head no replying, “No. I just work here part time. I kind of grew up here though. It’s very special to me.” Em could tell. She wanted to ask more, but it would be awkward, so she didn’t.

y/n sensed the shift in conversation and said, “Alright, well do you want these wound into cakes, or do you want to keep them in skeins?” The look of incredulity on Emily’s face had y/n laugh, pick up the pink yarn, and say, “So see how this is twisted into something that’s easy to hold?” Prentiss nodded yes, not having even thought about that. y/n continued, “So in order to work with this yarn, you have to unwind and rewind it into a ball, or you can use a machine to create what’s called a yarn cake. It’s easier to work with, but you, or your friend, can to this at home too.” Emily bit the side of her mouth and couldn’t think about what Garcia would want. She went on the safe side and said, “I think I’ll just take them as they are for now. If she brings them back would you still wind them for her?” y/n replied, “Yes, of course. I’d be happy to. She or you can come in anytime.” Prentiss looked up at y/n a bit surprised by the woman’s tone, and y/n winked at her. Again, Emily found herself a bit speechless and y/n continued like nothing had happened, “Okay, can I get anything else for you? Some hooks of needles, or is it just the yarn today?”

Emily recovered just a bit out of breath, and said, “Um, that’s it. Thanks. You helped me a lot.” y/n smiled and said, “I’m happy to help. It is literally my job, as much as I’d like to just sit here and knit or read, life seems to have other plans.” There was a pause, like y/n was thinking about something and continued putting the yarn in a plastic bag before saying, “Because it’s your first time here I’m going to give you some free stitch markers and a crochet hook size gauge.” Emily nodded her appriciation. She could guess what the stitch markers were for, as for the guage device, she didn’t, but she was sure that Penelope would. Em took a closer look at y/n who was looking at the screen to ring up her total. The shape of y/n’s face and lips were alluring. Her dark eye shadow and long lashes fluttered open and closed as she concentrated. y/n caught Emily looking for a split second but looked back at the computer, a ghost of a smile on the edges of her lips. The small interactions between the two of them sent a thrill through Em. When y/n had given Prentiss her total, she handed over her card and in a moment, they were done. y/n handed Emily her bag and said, “Thanks for stopping in. I hope I see you again soon.” Prentiss nodded, moved toward the door, and said, “Thanks. Me too, y/n.” With that, Emily left the small shop and walked back into the sun. Prentiss made it to her car and sat down, putting her sunglasses back on. As she turned the key in the ignition, in the very back recesses of her mind, she hoped she’d see y/n again tonight in her dreams. Em heaved a sigh and decided she’d grab a smoothie or a juice on the way home, her hangover long forgotten.

Penelope was thrilled when she opened her impromptu gift from Emily the next week. Garcia’s smiles, thanks, and hugs would make anyone feel good, Em believed. This was helpful to Em as she felt the loneliness of life creeping back into her bones. She really wasn’t one to believe in biological determinism, but the more old friends and co-workers from school that started getting married, or more likely, having babies, the harder it was to come home alone all the time. Alone to an empty apartment, and an even emptier bed. She sighed into Penny’s hug, hoping the feelings would stick for a while. It’s not that she was desperate for attention, or heaven forbid a child, but she wanted someone to be with, to share her bad jokes with, or rest her head on. Of course, Emily knew she could do this, life, by herself, she just didn’t want to. Emily pulled back as Garcia asked, “Where did you get these, there’re so beautiful. I want to get like twenty more skeins. God the color saturation is perfect, p e r f e c t, Em. you know me so well.” Emily smiled and said, “It’s this small shop on my side of town. I was shocked that you hadn’t been there before.” Pen sighed and said, “Well to be honest I have a huge yarn stash already, so I decided to just try and use up what I had a home, but now that you’ve gotten me this stuff, I have an excuse to go and get enough new yarn in the same colors so make a sweater.” Prentiss chuckled at her ability to influence Penelope’s financial choices, but it was all in good fun.

That good fun had Prentiss and Morgan in Garcia’s car two weeks later moving from brunch toward the yarn store. Prentiss’s thoughts flashed to y/n, and she wondered if the pretty woman would be working today. She hadn’t expected to be back to the store this shortly, but the idea of a space to just relax and be from her first time at the shop flashed in her mind, and of course, if y/n was there, it would be nice to see her again too. Emily was sure Penelope would take Derek around the shop for a good hour, much to Morgan’s faux chagrin at his ‘time being wasted.’

The trio arrived at the yarn store, Love and Needles, and Morgan made a quip about the kind of love the patrons got. He, as Em could tell, had very much made the assumption she had about knitting as a hobby before she’d gone into the store and seen y/n. That the clients were old. Emily was please when she stepped in to see y/n sitting at the desk. Penelope had already started a lively conversation with her and Derek was standing back a few steps his mouth open in shock.

y/n looked past Garcia at Morgan and gave him a small smile, showing a flash of her teeth which had the strong agent close his mouth quickly and stand up straighter. This made Emily duck her head as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She raised her head when y/n said, “It’s nice to see you again, Em,” with a small wave of her hand. Derek’s eyes danced between Emily and y/n and he tried to hide a small cough but didn’t do it well. Prentiss elbowed him in the ribs, and he stopped making noise. Emily rolled her eyes and Penelope retook over the conversation they had started and said to y/n, “Well I’ll come back and harass you about those shoes in about an hour. For now, I’m going to oooh and aaah at yarn, and probably spend my whole paycheck too.” Garcia took a split second to look at Emily and the blush that was still painting her face read and took Derek by the hand and said, “You, Mr. Morgan, with me. Maybe one day you’ll date a knitter, and you can impress her with your knowledge of the fiber arts.” Derek raised his hands in surrender and let Pen lead him farther into the store.

Emily looked after her friends, not sure to follow, stay planted, or maybe test out those comfy-looking couches by the window. She was pulled from her thoughts as y/n said, “So, how have you been? I think your friends are keen by the way. I wish I had some like that.” Em let out a small breath and replied, “Yeah, In terms of how friends go, they’re about the best you could ask for.” Prentiss cocked her head to the side, wondering why, and how it was possible for someone as magnetic as y/n to not make friends. Emily remembered the first half of y/n’s conversation starter and said, “And I’ve been okay. Nothing too exciting. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, and a few bad dates. How about you?”

y/n gave off the vibe that she went to raves or drank red wine in a speak easy. y/n moved from behind the counter and leaned on the opposite side of where she’d just been. y/n studied Prentiss for a moment, taking in her outfit which consisted of a white shirt, corduroy pants, and a small kitten heel. It didn’t match y/n’s heavy-looking platform shoes, black tights, and dress. y/n was wearing the same makeup as the first time Em had seen her, except maybe the lips were darker today. After a moment y/n replied, “I’ve been fine. Nothing major to report.” There was another pause before y/n continued, “Maybe you could get off the apps for a bit? I found when I decided to take a hiatus it gave me some peace of mind. I had no hypothetical woman to please. I could just be me for once without any expectations.” y/n sighed and pivoted the conversation back to Emily, self-conscious to be talking about her struggles in front of someone as pretty as the tall brunette. Instead, she said, “I suppose I didn’t see you working a corporate job. I think I’d die if I had to do paperwork all the time.” Prentiss wanted to correct y/n, that she was more interesting than a corporate job. That she was a profiler in the FBI, that she knew how to shoot a gun, and spoke five languages.

But Em stopped herself, even if y/n was on the dating market, which she had just said she’d taken herself out of, and even if she did date women, Emily could see herself pulling at strings. That her heart was moving faster than her head, and if she didn’t slow it down, she’d make a real fool of herself. She’d done that one too many times this year, losing both her sense of discretion and judgment sleeping with men most or women who gave the short time of day to fuck. They’d be gone by the morning, or she would be. Not wanting commitment, but not wanting to be alone either. It was the aloneness that she blamed the most for her choices, and she wasn’t going to repeat that now. So Emily replied, “Well it’s kind of a corporate job if you count working for the government as corporate.” y/n let out a low whistle and said, “That’s the most corporate of corporate. I don’t envy you.” There was a pause and y/n said slowly, “So, do you have any secrets you can share?” As hard as Emily tried to keep her mind off of y/n that way, she couldn’t stop herself from blushing again at how her statement could be interpreted provocatively. Just as Em was about to answer the question, the phone behind the counter rang and y/n moved to answer it. Emily could tell the way y/n was speaking, loudly and slowly, that it was an elderly client, and the conversation might take a long time, so she moved to the couches to sit down.

Unknown to Emily and y/n, Penelope and Derek had been looking and listening to the pair for a few minutes now. When the phone call had interrupted their conversation Garcia motioned for Morgan to follow her to the far corner of the store. Once they were out of sight and earshot, Derek leaned down and whispered to Penelope, “Are they… flirting?” Pen nodded in an exaggerated manner and whispered back, “Big time.” They both leaned over to look past the displays of yarn to peak at y/n and Em and then hid again like teenagers behind a locker. Garcia said, “They aren’t even talking and you tell they're flirting. What type of Timewarp have we gotten ourselves into where Emily is openly making eyes at someone?” Derek sighed and rolled his eyes responding, “One where she probably doesn’t ever make a move. You know Em, she’s as stubborn as an ox if she wants to be.” Garcia dropped her eyes to the ground and said softly, “Yeah. It’s fun to imagine though.” Morgan nodded and replied, “Well, if it seems okay, maybe we can pull some strings? Nothing huge, but they could be friends at least. They seem to get along well, but I doubt they’d run into each other in other circles, so we might have to nudge them in the right direction?” Penelope feigned being shocked and said, “Mon Cheri, are you suggesting a blind date?” Morgan held up his hands and said, “Well not that drastic, but it Emily seems okay with a chance meeting then I don’t see how it can hurt.” Garcia faked a pout and said, “You’re no fun.”

After another moment of snickering from the duo of friends, Morgan and Garcia moved back to the front of the store and like they’ve known each other for years, Penelope chatted with y/n sharing the best shoe, accessory, and makeup brands. Meanwhile, Derek moved to sit next to Emily. She smiled at him and asked, “So, are you ready to woo a woman with your knowledge of crochet?” Morgan smiled and said, “I’ve already done that. My mom crochets, so I at least know the difference between crochet and knitting, and that weaving in the ends is the worst part of a project which is more than most men I know.” Emily gave him a small smile and replied, “Morgan, you really are a lady's man.” Derek chuckled and gave a little salute of appreciation.

After a few more minutes, the trio left the shop and it didn’t pass up Morgan or Garcia that after y/n had said goodbye to them, she said specifically to Em, “It was good to see you again, Em. I hope to catch you around sometime.” Everyone piled into Pen’s car with Emily taking the passenger seat while Derek smushed himself in the back. Once everyone was safely buckled up, they moved toward Morgan’s apartment first. As they sat and the Spotify played Garcia’s favorite playlist, Derek teased Emily by saying, “I didn’t know you went for the Abby from NCIS characters, Prentiss.” Em twisted in her seat and said, “Morgan give me a break. Even you thought she was hot and you can’t deny it.” Derek let out one of his low laughs that reverberated though his chest. The kind that could make anyone laugh if they were having a bad day. Em loosened up as Derek replied, “I’m not denying it. She was hot. I just didn’t realize she was your type.”

Emily sat back in her seat and closed her eyes as she said, “Neither did I.” She meant it to sound like a funny retort or quip, but in reality, there was a longing that neither Penelope nor Derek had heard from her before. Everyone remained quiet and just let the radio play until Penelope pulled up to Derek’s house. He hopped out of the car, then hugged Garcia though the driver’s side window, and then moved to Emily’s side and said, “Keep your chin up Em. You’re a real catch.” Prentiss thanked him; she knew she wasn’t teasing, or being facetious. When Morgan was real, he was real and that was why he was such a good friend. He was never afraid to be honest with his emotions which was a rarity in men. Derek waved at his friends and then moved into his house after calling out, “See you on Monday!”

Once Derek was at this door, Garcia pulled away from the sidewalk and toward Emily’s apartment. There was a silence for a while before Penelope turned to Em and asked, “You doing okay? You know Morgan and I don’t mean anything cruel when we ask you about the people you like. You just hardly show interest anymore, and you used to be so excited to be going on dates, or when you found someone attractive.” Prentiss sighed and said, “Because I used to be excited about those things, Pen. I used to love the thrill of a first date, or seeing someone hot on the street, but I’ve tried so much and I just don’t seem to be anyone’s someone. I’m too bitter, or busy, or gay. I’ve been fetishized for being bi and shamed for having dated men. I just, feel like I’ve lost that spark, that rush that I used to get. To be honest, I gave myself away so much this year, that I think I need a break, and besides that, I don’t know if I’m y/n’s cup of tea either. She’s alternative, and that makes her stand out, I do think it’s very attractive, but I don’t want to fetishize that part of her either. I don’t want to put her in a stressful positon. She told me she’d taken herself off the dating market today at the store, so asking her out seems like pressing her boundaries, even if it is fun to have her wink at me.” Emily ran her hands through her hair in frustration and said, “I mean listen to me. I sound like a high school cheerleader trying to date the budding artist. It just sounds silly.”

Penelope looked over at her friend and said, “Yeah, well it might feel and sound silly, but your feelings still matter. You feeling lonely and wanting someone to be with still hurts. I know that as well as anyone, even if I’m good at hiding it with all my sparkle and banter with Morgan.” Emily nodded and looked at Penelope. As opposite as they were in demeanor, they both shared the deep long for belonging somewhere. They just hid that want in different ways. Em let a small smile cross her lips as she wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye before Penny could see, and she replied, “Thanks, Garcia. Thanks for being my friend and making me laugh. I don’t deserve you.” Pen let out a bright laugh and said, “You’ll never get rid of me girlfriend. And don’t give up hope. Things change, everything changes with time.” The rest of the ride was mostly quiet as both women thought about their feelings and shared in the mutual pain that most women felt at some point in their lives. When Garica pulled up to Emily’s house, the tall agent leaned over and hugged the Technical Analyst, holding her tight, then she pulled back and said, “Listen Pen, if I start adopting cats, promise you’ll still hang out with me?” Garcia smiled and said, “Darling, I’m already giving them a name.” With that, Emily got out of the car and went inside. She turned on her record player and poured a glass of wine. She’d just bought a new book and decided to relax and read for the rest of the day.

It was a month later, and Penelope and y/n had started spending more time together. Like most people, y/n liked the brightness that Garcia brought to a friendship, and how real she was. It was safe to say that y/n was shocked when she found out what Emily and Derek did for work. As she and Garcia walked around an outdoor mall, boba in hand, y/n said, “Wait, Em’s in the FBI? You’re in the FBI! She told me she worked for the government. I thought she meant like the IRA or something.” Penelope nearly choked on her drink as y/n said this. After coughing a few times Penelope responded, “No wonder she doesn’t get close to anyone. She’s lying by omission about how awesome she is.” y/n gave Pen a pat on the back and they kept walking. y/n started asking more questions about the team. After more window shopping and trying things on, Penelope said, “I should tell Emily to be more honest. Really.” y/n stopped in her tracks and said quickly, “Please don’t. At least don’t say I was part of it.” Garcia stopped and looked up at y/n. y/n had the corner of her dark lip inside her mouth and was wearing a face of concern. It was the first time Penelope had seen her like this. The fluorescent lights of the store made her look more ghostly than ever, her darker tones striking against her makeup and dark hair. The shine on her black shoes glistened. Although Penelope wasn’t a profiler, she’d hung around the BAU long enough to know that the quick and urgent tone from y/n meant something more. It hadn’t gone past Pen that y/n seemed to casually bring Agent Prentiss up in conversation. y/n seemed to notice her new friend's change of attitude and said, “I mean, I assume that Em has a reason for not telling me that. Like I don’t want her to think she was holding out on me. I don’t tell everyone everything when I first meet them either. It’s like when douchebags ask me the meaning behind my tattoos in an attempt to get to know me. Am I supposed to tell them my whole life story or just lie and say it’s for aesthetics because honestly, both are true? And yeah, I just don’t want Emily to feel any pressure to explain herself, at least not to me.” y/n flushed. She hated that when she got flustered she used so many qualifying words, ‘but,’ ‘like,’ and ‘and’ flowed out of her mouth like she was sixteen and figuring out her sexuality again.

Garcia smiled and nodded. Maybe y/n didn’t see it, but y/n was down bad for Emily, and it made Pen’s heart swim. It didn’t hurt that Emily asked every Monday afternoon, when Em made a pitstop at Garcia’s office with a soda to ask if she had seen y/n at all over the weekend. It was funnier because Prentiss was much worse at hiding her crush than y/n. It was still another week before y/n texted Garcia: Is Emily seeing anyone right now? Does she like… you know… women?” Penelope let out a squeal and moved to find Derek and share the news that y/n was asking about Prentiss. Even if Morgan had kept a further distance from Garcia’s matchmaking, he loved the drama of it. The pair spitballed responses, and they finally settled on, “No, she’s currently not seeing anyone. And yes. Solid yes.” They both waited giddily for another response from y/n. It wasn’t until the end of the day that y/n said, “I want to hang out with her, but I’ve only met her twice and I don’t know a lot about her. She doesn’t have much on social media. What are some things she’s into? Music? Movies? Food?” Penelope chuckled and sent a few options: “Books, Queer Films, Lectures, Good Wine and cheese.” y/n shot back a thank you and then asked if she could steal Emily’s number from Penelope, promising that she really wasn’t a stalker or serial killer in disguise. Garcia happily replied with Prentiss’s number.

It took y/n a week of research and building herself up before she found something that she thought she and Emily would enjoy. A local college was hosting Carol Clover, author of Men, Women, and Chainsaws to give a talk about her famous construct of the Final Girl. This would meet Emily’s love of queer film and academia and give y/n a chance to hear about the horror genre, which she enjoyed. Then there was the fear of actually texting Emily. The FBI agent had seemed so kind, and yet at the same time intimidating. Surely she couldn’t like someone as non-tradition as her? Not when she got dirty looks in public, frowning parents shielding their child's eyes from her body. Was it so profane to want to be yourself? Pushing her doubts aside y/n texted Emily saying that she had gotten her number from Garcia and that she was interested in going to a lecture next weekend and if Em would be interested in joining her.

When Penelope heard a knock on her doorframe, she looked up to see Emily holding her phone up. Before Garcia could read what was on the screen, Prentiss said, “Pen, did you give y/n my number?” Penelope nodded and said, “Yeah, did she text you?” Em seemed to relax and say, “Yeah. I think she’s asking me out, maybe? Or maybe I’m just reading into it? She said she was on a dating break the last time I saw her, which was like last month. I kind of assumed she might have forgotten about me. I don’t know why she’d be interested in someone as boring as me?” Garcia could see the doubt in Emily’s face. The want for it to be more than just hanging out. That feeling that she and Derek could feel in the yarn shop. Em was questioning that. Even if Penelope had a good idea that y/n liked, liked her friend, she didn’t want to set her up with false hope. So with a steadying breath, Garcia said, “Em. I don’t know y/n that well. We’re not at telepathy levels of friendship yet, but I will say I don’t think she’s asking you to hangout for nothing. Like I said, things change and you won’t know if she’s trying to get to know you that way unless you go and find out. Or, you could be a stick in the mud and just tell her no, which would send a pretty clear signal from your end.” Em sighed and knew that Garcia was saying if she wanted clarity, then she needed to be clear. To take a risk. However, the hesitation was still there. To be let down again would be so hard. So painful. But not knowing, that would kill her more. If she missed someone as charismatic as y/n, then she would have really missed, so she gave herself the day to make a choice, be a coward, or give it one last chance. That’s what Emily said to Pen, and frustratingly, Penelope didn’t think that she was going to hear more about it until much later that evening when y/n texted her: She said YES! It was safe to say that both y/n and Penny spent the next hour freaking out over the news.

Emily looked around the lecture hall. It was big and fancy, and already filling with people. Prentiss had struggled to find parking and ended up having to go into a parking garage across the street. y/n had already texted her that she was inside and had saved them seats. Em looked at the quickly filling seats. There was an odd mixture of people assembled in the modern and sleek room. There were film bros, students, and more none-descript people milling around and looking for a spot to sit. Emily let out a relieved sigh that she hadn’t over, or underdressed. She had opted for a maroon shirt and a knee-length skirt with nude tights on underneath. Unlike the last two times, Emily was wearing heals. They were black and elongated her legs. She wasn’t trying to send any strong signals that she was more than excited that y/n had reached out. Prentiss was starting to get worried because she hadn’t seen y/n yet. Em’s past fears of being stood up creeping back in her. She clutched her purse strap fiddling with the zipper. Finally, a larger man moved into the aisle, and Emily caught sight of y/n. y/n was looking around for Emily as well with a nervous glance. When their eyes met, y/n’s face brightened and she smiled and waved. Prentiss let out a breath and moved toward y/n.

y/n had felt the same anxiety Emily had. She’d dressed down a little. She didn’t want her style to stick out like a sore thumb. She’d opted for black mary-janes and tights along with some shorts, a black turtle neck that was too hot for the weather, her toned-down makeup with a blood-red lip, and lots of silver jewelry. She hoped it wasn’t too much. y/n was less worried about her appearance as she beamed at Em. She was glorious as normal. y/n might have dressed in an intimidating way, but Emily was the one with the confidence. The one that could move through a crowd seamlessly. The power she held with just her presence. y/n thought for a moment about Emily’s job. About what she did every day to keep people safe. y/n still hadn’t told Em that she knew about her real work, but y/n expected Emily would have figured out she knew by now. And if she didn’t, then she’d let Em bring it up on her own time. For now, y/n extended her arms slightly at her sides and she and Prentiss hugged lightly. y/n breathed in Emily’s scent for the first time, floral and bright. y/n pulled back and said, “Thanks for coming.” y/n wanted to ask how her day was, and if anything interesting had happened since they’d last laid eyes on each other. And maybe why did you agree to come out with me? But all of that was made impossible by the host of the lecture tapping on the mic and the lights being lowered in the hall. Em and y/n quieted, as did the rest of the audience and everyone took a set.

y/n was excited for the lecture, she loved horror, so getting to spend this time sitting next to Emily had the blood rush in her ears and her heart beating in her chest, even though she wasn’t sure if Em liked her like that. There was a clear energy between the two women seated near the back left of the room, like an electric current passing between them. Both Em and y/n listened with rapt attention. Emily perhaps a bit more at y/n than Clover. She loved to see y/n, so excited and happy. Plus the content was interesting even if she didn’t understand all of it. Every so often Prentiss would lean down and ask y/n a clarifying question which y/n happily answered in a whisper. There was one moment in the lecture where Clover mentioned the other characters in horror films apart from the Final Girl, the ones that die, stating, “The Final girl is chaste and tom-boyish. But the first victims are often popular or outcasts. The loner, the cheerleader having sex with the football player. And unfortunately, the queer characters. Remember, this was the 80s and even if the trope of ‘bury your gays’ hadn’t been coined yet, it was still heavily used.” At hearing this, y/n couldn’t help herself but lean over to Emily and whisper, “Wait, is this fucking play about us?” Emily almost choked trying to hold in her laughter, and y/n had to pat her on the back to help her calm down. Em was beet red at the comment and her reaction, and they both got a tut-tut from the people sitting next to them. y/n smiled and didn’t make any more comments, however, she did move her right hand out on her leg turning her hand palm up, and when Emily took it in her own, she was filled with a warmth that no turtle neck or sweater could give her.

After the lecturer, y/n and Emily moved to a bar because they hadn’t had any time to talk before hand. Emily drove them there in her car, but it was y/n’s recommendation. As soon as Emily walked into a bar with y/n holding her hand, she knew it was a gay bar. Not that that was a bad thing, in fact, it was comforting. Emily didn’t go out much, and if she did, she hadn’t really thought to go to a place like this. On her dates, she did coffee or dinner, and no one, not even the women she’d seen had recommended a gay bar. So Prentiss drank it in. Not that it was very different from other bars, but there was more space on the floor for dancing, plus the music choices were different. While Emily was looking around, y/n led her to the bar and the bartender said, “Hey, y/n. How’ve you been. I haven’t seen you in months,” over the music. y/n smiled, and in her normal nonchalant manner, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “You know, alright I guess. How about you, Blaine? You holding up?” The man smiled and replied, “Oh, I’m good. It’s good to know you’re well. Now, what will you and your friend be drinking tonight?” y/n turned to Emily and got her order for a cosmo, and she got y/f/d. The cold glasses were ready in a few minutes, and y/n started a tab before heading to a table.

The surface of the table was slightly sticky, but neither woman cared. They set their drinks on napkins and talked about their days, what they liked, and just life as a woman. As a woman wanting things. y/n looked past Emily for a moment as she said, “Sometimes I think wanting as a woman is a curse. Is there anything I can desire without being shamed, guilted, or ignored?” Emily frowned slightly. They were both two drinks in, and she could feel a slight buzz making her body warm and flushed. Not overthinking it, Em moved her hand across the table and placed it on y/n’s cheek, brushing the pad of her thumb down her jaw. y/n swallowed at the feeling as her stomach did somersaults. Emily watched y/n’s pupils dilate and she said, “You shouldn’t feel ashamed for wanting things. Even if other people make you feel that way.” Em paused and took a breath before saying, “I, I want to spend time with you. I have since the first day that I saw you. And I felt bad for that, and I feel bad because you said you weren’t looking, and I wasn’t honest. And even though I feel bad about that, I still wanted that and I’m not going to beat myself up about it. It’s okay to want. I’ve kept things from you too.” y/n looked at the table and then back up to Emily saying, “I wanted to be with you too. To know who you are. What makes you such a good person, so strong? And it’s okay to keep things hidden. Maybe not forever, but there’s a comfort in that. I understand.” The tone with which y/n said she ‘understood’ told Emily that y/n knew what she’d kept hidden. Her job. It felt silly now, but y/n seemed to get it and would indulge her for now. Em would tell her for sure if they kept seeing each other after tonight, but it was nice to feel so free.

After a moment, Prentiss asked, “So is there something you want now, y/n?” y/n nodded, suddenly shy, and replied, “How about a dance?” Emily smiled and nodded, extending her hand out for y/n, which she took. The pair moved on to the dance floor which was crowded, but the bodies felt less pressed together than at a normal bar. There just seemed to be less pressure to be so close, instead Em and y/n just let loose and let their inhibitions let them move close to each other. At one point y/n helped Emily do a little twirl which she loved. After Em had straightened from being dipped down, a man tapped her on the shoulder and asked, “Might I cut in?” The fun Emily was having was instantly cut short as she said, “No. You can’t. I’m with someone right now.” Prentiss watched y/n change her face to one of disdain, it looked natural on her, pretty, ethereal even. And y/n leveled that look at the man who had cut off their shared joy. The man didn’t seem intimidated by y/n and he scoffed brushing harshly past Emily he asked y/n, “how about you, Babe? You down for a dance. You look like you need to lighten up. Maybe get laid by a real man?” y/n rolled her eyes, unimpressed and said, “In your dreams, Babe, Now if you don’t mind, you can fuck off.” The man puffed his chest, offended to be rebuffed twice, but y/n didn’t back down with her glare and finally, the man moved away muttering something about ‘stuck up bitches,’ under his breath.

y/n moved closer to Emily and took her hands in hers, checking in. “Hey, sorry about that. I swear to God I’m like the worst man magnet. Would you check and see if there’s a sign on my back that reads, ‘Lesbian, step right up?’” y/n turned around and Emily let out a laugh, turning y/n around by the shoulders leaning in and kissing her. y/n’s eyes opened in shock, but the warmth and scent of Emily so close to her had her relax and lean into the kiss. It wasn’t super long, but Chappel Roan was playing in the background, and for y/n and Emily it was like all the hurt they’d felt for not being wanted for whatever reason washed away. y/n moved her hands to Emily’s back and preseed herself closer to Em taking in the moment so she could keep it forever in her mind. When y/n and Prentiss pulled away, Emily’s phone went off with a chirp. She flushed and pulled it from her purse. y/n was still close to Prentiss when she pulled out her phone, she stepped back to give Em some privacy. Emily looked up at her and said, “You don’t need to worry. It’s nothing super personal. Just Penelope being nosy and asking how it’s going.” y/n pursed her lips playfully and asked, “And… what are you going to tell her?” Emily shook her head and replied, “Well, I’ll let you know when I have an answer. So far, pretty good” Em was going to say “don’t you think,” but stopped herself when she saw the time. It was 11:11 and she continued speaking, changing her train of thought saying, “Quick y/n, it’s 11:11, make a wish?”

y/n titled her head to the side and asked, “What?” Emily moved forward took y/n’s hands in hers and said, “close your eyes and make a wish, quick.” y/n did as she was told and closed her eyes. She scrunched her face in concentration as she made a wish. y/n opened her eyes and said, “Well I did it. I haven’t done that since I was a kid.” Em smiled and said, “I’m kind of neurotic about it. Like a superstition. If I see it’s 11:11, I have to make a wish.” y/n nodded and they stood for a moment before Prentiss asked, “So, what did you wish for.” y/n chuckled and replied, “Come on now Em. you know if you say your wish out loud it doesn’t come true.” Prentiss smiled and said, “Well now I’m interested, how about you write it out for me?” y/n felt her chest constrict with excitement and apprehension. Could she? She wanted to, desperately, but it was so fast, too fast for someone like Emily. y/n looked at the woman she’d been brave enough to ask out and it was like she already knew. Em gave her a reassuring nod, and y/n moved back to their table. She pulled out a pen and wrote on her palm. y/n took a deep breath before placing the pen back in her purse and lifting her hand.

The room was dark, the lights low as the light on the ceiling reflected off several disco balls. Emily had to lean in a bit to read the all-caps, slightly smudged: WILL YOU GO HOME WITH ME? Prentiss felt her heart swell, as she nodded her head. It was fast, yes, but it also felt right for the first time in so, so very long, Emily had waited for that, and she knew now was the time. y/n was smiling now and it wasn’t until she put her hand down that Em noticed that her nails were cut short. She moved in again and kissed y/n, her tongue sliding over y/n’s lower lip. y/n let her in, sucking in air while she could before their mouths closed around each other in a more passionate kiss. y/n let out a hum as they parted. She was half-breathless taking in air as she said, “How about we get out of here?” Em nodded, pecking y/n on the nose before taking her hand. They both grabbed their things from the table. They stepped out the door just as Teenage Dream started playing. Wish on hand, Em and y/n moved toward Em’s car, ready to find a place just for them. A place that was accepting and forgiving unlike how life had been for them before. Together, they could make that place.

Text Break Banner by @cafekitsune

Tag list: @silk-spun @i-lovefandom @potatovoyager

Want to be added to my tag list? Please check out this post (linked)

Want to send in a request? Please check out this post, CM Request Post (linked)

128 notes · View notes

ogsherlockholmes · 4 months

Text

The Hound of Watson's Grief

I made a post a few weeks ago about how all of the Holmes stories could be interpreted as Watson's imagination in order to compensate for his loneliness (sorry for putting that idea in your heads) and I wanted to expand on that by focusing on The Hound of the Baskervilles. So, prepare for some inarticulate rambling which I hope will make sense.

One of the things that has always struck me about this particular story is ultimately how different it is from the rest of the canon: not just Holmes' noticeable absence in the mid-section, but the emphasis on Watson's description and the supernatural features. Although these can still be seen in the other stories, The Hounds of the Baskervilles still seems to exist separately from them, and I have a an idea why this is.

The Hounds of the Baskervilles, as a story, was never meant to be. Holmes was dead- ACD was proud to announce that. He had rid himself of the so called 'great detective', and could focus on more historical serious novels. But, alas, he thought of an interesting story line, and could think of no other way of conceiving it without help from Holmes. So, Holmes was prematurely resurrected, without any form of indication that he was actually alive, or if this was D Watson writing up his notes, or if the audience should just suspend their disbelief and read the story as an undefined prequel.

Realistically, that is about all there is to say about the premise of The Hound of the Baskervilles: the story just is, and we have to accept that. But what of THotB is purely a work of fiction, including within the realms of the fictional world of Sherlock Holmes? In some ways, THotB could be read as Watson finding an outlet for his grief for Holmes.

Firstly, Holmes' absence: not just in the story, but in Watson's life and in the public's life. Holmes was dead, with no chance of return... supposedly. He had died offstage, with no witnesses, apart from the man who died with him, so no one could check with him if Holmes was actually dead. For Watson, the only proof he had of Holmes' death was a letter, with no body to bury; for a man who had spent so much time with someone so furtively based on facts, I can't imagine that that would have felt right to him. Holmes was dead, but where did he die? It's reasonable to suppose that Watson went through a stage of denial, believing that Holmes was still alive. Of course, he couldn't admit that to the public (like so many other things... the unreliable narrator that he is) so he would need another outlet. So, why not write a story involving Holmes? Maybe Watson began writing, including all the quintessential characteristics of Holmes (his quick deductions, sarcastic quips and his effortlessness in complimenting Watson), but then the realisation of his friend's death dawned on him. Watson looks back on his work, and remembers that he now must solve mysteries by himself. Holmes is busy elsewhere, and Watson is alone.

Watson begins a tirade of long, flowery descriptions (in the words of Holmes "cut out the poetry, Watson") which are usually skipped over in the shorter stories. We are fully immersed in the gloomy Dartmoor with its "tinge of melancholy", and the introduction of an escaped prisoner: Selden, the Notting Hill murderer. This feels like compensation for Watson forcing Holmes' logic in the earlier chapters, almost as though he's trying to build another story for himself. The addition of the Baskerville legend also seems more alligned with Watson's interests than Holmes: overall, THofB becomes more of Watson indulging himself in a fairy tale than reporting facts, as Holmes would prefer.

Still, Watson is just as dutiful as ever, writing letters to Holmes, but receiving little response. Again, this might be a parallel for Watson's life: he wishes to communicate with his late friend, but hears nothing back. Here, Watson might be doubting himself again: he's obsessing over Holmes' death, so much so that he can't be sure he's even dead. A glimmer of hope: maybe Holmes is alive, and he's out there, waiting to come back. Watson mentions "the figure of a man upon the tor", the "tall, thin man" which is undeniably Holmes: he allows himself this fantasy, to the point where he explicitly states this idea when he reveals that Holmes has been with him in Dartmoor all along, but hiding away from him. But, he can't be too certain, so Selden (who could be seen as a mirror to Holmes as he is confused with Holmes as being the figure on the Moor) is killed off as soon as Watson finds Holmes. Again, Selden is killed offstage and by falling off an edge, which sounds familiar...

Now, Watson has his Holmes back, in theory. He ends the story by describing Holmes being involved in other matters which he doesn't provide too much detail on, as per usual. The story was quickly and almost effortlessly resolved, with the antagonist, Stapleton, seemingly dead but the protagonist, Henry Baskerville, saved. I don't think it is too much of a stretch to say that Stapleton and Baskerville are Moriarty and Holmes substitutes, respectively (Stapleton's academic backgrounds and unusual characters; Baskerville's assertiveness, Watson's detailed descriptions of his movements and appearance, the implication that Selden's death was originally confused as his). So, here is another instance of Watson applying the narrative he wants, almost as though he's manifesting Holmes' resurrection.

I've thrown many ideas together which can probably be easily disregarded, but I tried rereading the story with this perspective, and I think it helped me make sense of certain aspects of the story which never sat comfortably with me. Although I'm not claiming to know the true reason why ACD wrote THotB, I do hope that you can understand the point I'm trying to make.

#slowly going back to my roots of long nonsensical analyses #please add to this if you have anymore ideas #sherlock holmes #sherlock #acd #acd canon #sherlockholmes #john watson #johnlock #acd johnlock

48 notes · View notes

jacedified · 2 months

Text

things i cant stop thinking about !!

most of this is going to imperium related so enjoy my brain turning mwah

also pls ignore my mid sentence rambling i have a serious problem

warnings: gore/mentions of death , violence , imperium , swearing :D , adult with internet access cant shut up

- yandere caller being a shade

(someone said this on a hc list and now im actively running with it)

- sams eyes being brown

(as a brown eye haver i know he misses them dearly and i wnna give him the worlds sweetest biggest longest hug)

- the idea of gavin “slicing” peoples threads for kody in imperium

(forcing my husband ((i need therapy im married to a fictional incubus)) to do such acts simply because you want to you sick freak ILL FUCKING KILL U- oh wait gavin already did xoxo kiss my ass from hell kody)

- the look on kodys face at the end of it all

(as previously stated i wanted that man dead.. i just wanna make sure hes actually gone yknow)

- what asher’s smile looked like when him and david were together (imperium)

(knowing that david was gone, hearing the random audience member asking for david to be alive and left alone in the first imperium video, knowing they were mates, knowing how heartbroken asher was after his death i just wanna see them happy maann ((it feels criminal to use emojis on tumblr)) 😭😭)

- if lasko calling freelancer “my dear” when you first met him in the haven was a sneak peek for his later ((is the word prime for like normal redacted universe characters i can’t remember, like prime lasko yada yada)) listeners name

- if no one was watching gavin WOULD HE HAD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IMP!HUXLEY???

(the amount of shit talking hux did when freelancer and gavin first get to the haven had me ready to fight in an instant ((it mightve just been my overwhelming adoration for gavin but still)) like he was acting like an annoying jock who gets a job as security for some fuck ass rich university and thinks hes on top of the world like dont piss me off huxley or damien gets it in the other universe so help me god)

- is anyone else as attracted to the tension between vincent and asher in imperium as i am..

(i have no words for how “yippee kicking my feet happy smiley kiss now kiss now what if u kissed rn” i was when asher and vincent are talking but also i feel like pet ((is that vincents listeners name or vegas I CANT REMEMBER PLS)) was behind a door listening in and getting jealous bc “that should be me holding your hand..”

… excuse the outburst)

- vampire milo.. thats all

(GAWD hes so hot like he always is and always has been but jesus FUCKING christ theres something about him having been a vamp did something to me that i cant even explain)

- what was avior saying to lasko to make him irritated with him..

(i mean yeah hes a yapper but i feel like it was just “hey we need help down here” and lasko rolling his eyes and waiting two weeks before actually doing anything)

- WHERE TF IS ELLIOT WHERE TF IS SUNSHINE CAN I BEAT BLAKES ASS??

- what would have happened had milo not broken the ward

(again someone else mentioned this ((i would tag them but it was 6hrs ago and i was just scrolling and reading)) and now i cant stop thinking about it)

- what is avior hearing in his last video

(its been a while since ive actually listened to aviors playlist again but there was a voice or sounds he was hearing after getting out of the meridian and its just been on my mind)

- gavin having a myspace account

(he would love myspace i just know he would and i feel like he’d be an avid tumblr user but like its just him posting his favorite pics of himself from the week and updates on whatever small pet him and freelancer would very obviously inevitably get bc he saw it in a pet store or on the street and couldnt resist)

- what happens when freelancer gets old..

(freelancer is just that.. a freelancer. they arent a vamp, or a demon, or even some secret third thing.. what happens to them and gav when they get old. have they had that talk yet? i shouldnt think about this bc it makes me spiral into a bucket of tears and sadness bc its the same thing with sam and darlin’ like we wont know what theyll do when their partners get old and they are still young and immortal.. sigh 😔)

- can i cut the meridian open with a knife if i tried?

(how thin is the meridian? how easy is it to access? how long would it take me to literally stab it open? ((i have serious issues)) )

- imp!damien..

(yea i have a crush on him or whatever nothing crazy)

- is the person asher catches in imperium baabe or is it just random listener #18683 ?

(obviously my first thought when i listened to imperium like a year ago i thought baabe nd asher would be together ((i was delusional and on an asher high)) but then when it was revealed that he and david were mates in that universe did that mean baabe just doesnt exist or are they the person that gets caught by him or again some secret third thing)

- what happens to angel in the mess that is imperium, honestly what happens to all the shaw pack listeners

(obviously sweetheart is left out of this equation bc them and milo are still happily obsessed with each other in every universe BUT angel, baabe, and darlin where yall at??)

- WHERE ARE THE AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EMPATHY DEMONS IN IMPERIUM UNIVERSE??

(this just popped into my mind but WHERE IS MY SON?? what have u done with my son WHERE IS MY SON??!!?)

- is anyone else as obsessed with just erik and his mind?

(that handsome blessing to my youtuber universe.. i could listen to him babble for hours and will do so bc it feeds my “listening to nerdy man babble on abt his fixations” quota)

- what imperium versions of characters do people prefer over their counterparts

(personally i prefer imp! huxley, damien, and vincent over their prime versions ((still dont know if im using the term prime in the right context)) idk what it is but well i know what it is for huxley and damien but we dont need to get into why i dont like hux and dames rn :D but for vincent i just like seeing a different version of him i think.. hes so confident with his decisions, and knows what he wants in imperium i just want that for regular vince too.. sigh)

uhh anyways.. i think thats enough thinking for now, going back to sleep

stay safe out there

#redacted audio #redacted sweetheart #redactedverse #redacted vincent #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted headcanons #redacted sam #redacted milo #redacted #redacted lovely #redacted asmr #i cant wrap my tiny little brain around all the information i just processed

28 notes · View notes

aachria · 7 months

Note

dearest pookie bear

the trenches (college) are as war torn and bloodied as ever (mid terms are in two weeks and i want to die)

my heart yearns for your touch (i NEED more e d domino)

since i last wrote you i have found solace in the fact that i have found yet another thing to focus on while i wait to return to you (i've started to watch dungeon meshi and they are just like the straw hats. one of the main characters is voiced by Emily Rudd aka live action nami. and the other is a guy from SMOSH.)

warmest regards.

Dearest scnoochums,

The war (college) rages on, though I find reprieve in a momentary ceasefire (this week is reading week).

I fear I may not make it through to fight another batter or ever feel your touch again (I am sick and extremely tired) and may die within a fortnight (I’m gonna be fine I’m just dramatic).

Thoughts of an unfaithful sort have made their home in my mind (I accidentally started writing a Harry Potter fic IT WAS AN ACCIDENT) and the river begins to run dry (THE BURNOUT IS COMING FASTER THAN I CAN STOP) though I shall persevere as I have always done (I’M STRONGER THAN MY MENTAL ILLNESS RAAAAAGHHHHH🦅‼️🦅🦅‼️‼️).

Life continues to surprise me (I got accepted into another college program but it might have been a mistake??) and the bloodiest of the battles has yet to come (portfolio interviews are next month), but I keep you in my heart always.

I distract myself from the pain of your absence and pray for when next we see each other (I am excited for the Sunday chapter) and eagerly await our reunion (you lot to say stupid shit when it comes out).

I apologize for my rambling (I got carried away by the format) and count the seconds until I may see you again.

With love,

Me.

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

36 notes · View notes

daydreaming-en-pointe · 10 months

Text

Meet my OC Spider-Weaver (Spider-Woman, Earth 50513)

For the next few paras I’m gonna rant abt my spidersona :D this might not make any sense at all bc I’m just rambling at this point but here we go anyway! (a small warning, this is going to be a LONG post)

All images are from Pinterest!

TW: Mentions of death, some queerphobia/homophobia (judgemental aunties suck)

Name: Nikita Raina (pronounced Rhi-na like rhino but with an ‘a’ at the end instead of an ‘o’) (yes she’s South-Indian and yes this is me projecting)

Alias: Spider-Weaver*

Basic stuff to know:

-She’s loosely based off of a golden silk orb-weaver spider! I’m not going to attach an image but if you don’t mind staring at spiders then I suggest you look them up, they’re actually really pretty!!

-She’s been learning ballet since she was 3, picked up gymnastics for 2 or 3 years and then quit

-South-Indian

-Complete empath

-INCREDIBLE at knitting/crocheting/macramé knotting - basically anything involving thread + working with your hands. She literally works magic with yarn. She crocheted matching gloves for all of the Spiderteens one day after finding out that Hobie’s universe is COLD and his fingers are COLD and if she’s going to be holding his hand when it’s like that then she’ll freeze

Fighting Style:

Her fighting style is more aerobic and dynamic than the regular Spider-Man swings; she incorporates jetés and leaps from ballet into it while also using mid-air somersaults and other high-speed flips she picked up from gymnastics. She also teaches herself kalari adimurai (a South-Indian martial art similar to kalaripayittu) later on so she uses a few moves from that as well.

*The reason behind her alias being Spider-Weaver is that her web style has more of a lacy crochet feel to it than a regular spiderweb. This is what one of her webs would look like:

Her webs are bionic and on her web shooters she has built-in settings for the thickness and stretchiness of the crochet web. For example:

She can also switch up the style of her webs depending on how she feels yk? Like if she’s not vibing with any of the more plain ones she can switch to ✨ fancier ✨ stitches like

Arcade Stitch:

Lacy Stitches:

Fan Trellis Stitch:

And lots more. She’s basically got almost all crochet stitches as different settings on her web shooters. An added bonus is that they’re not only unique and quite pretty, but they’re also stronger and more durable than the average single-thread (unwoven) webs.

Backstory:

(canon events will be in red)

-She was bitten at 13. Her older brother (he’s 20, they have a 7 year gap) Ravi figured out something was wrong fairly early but she played it off as nothing, put his worries to rest and found her way as Spider-Woman on her own

-She was best friends with her universe’s Gwen Stacy since they were in kindergarten. She started freaking out few years into their friendship (they’re in middle school now) once they had become basically inseparable because she started feeling giddy and bubbly and getting butterflies around Gwen.

-Poor girl was basically terrified because her aunties (mostly her mother’s sisters) would constantly pressurise her by asking her if she had her sights set on a boy yet or discussing how her marriage to a boy would go once she was older - those prodding conversations and speculations only reinforced her fears that she wouldn’t be accepted and instead would be frowned upon if she told her family that she had a crush on a girl. So she became more withdrawn and distanced herself a little, so as to not to lose the favour of her family.

-Nikita is 14 at this point

-One day she accidentally told Ravi and she went quiet, expecting him to shame her or mock her but instead he just hugged her and told her he loved her no matter what, and guess what,, he’s queer (pan) too :D

-Fast forward to a few weeks later after an almost-death scare as Spider-Woman fighting her dimension’s Vulture (she slipped up, miscalculated a leap and almost got herself killed) she finally worked up the courage to tell Gwen because it seems like she returns her feelings too! So she goes up to her and they hug and they’re talking and she’s about to confess- But noooo

-Green Goblin attacks in the middle of the school day, during a student art & drama exhibition thing (the parents are all there) and hahaha guess what Gwen’s right in the middle of it

-So Green Goblin basically splits the school building in two and she’s on the terrace and she falls down almost 15 feet because the whole thing’s cracked and Nikita doesn’t have enough time to swing to reach her since there are so many people and she’s on the far, far side and-

-Gwen hits the ground at full force. Niki gets there just in time for her last breath and it’s a little bit like the Gwen-Peter 65 scene from ATSV (Niki’s Gwen slowly figured out that she’s Spider-Woman, she just didn’t say anything) yeah I might write out this scene sometime idk

-She manages to deal with Green Goblin for the moment but she loses her dad in the chaos too (basically instead of losing her uncle she lost her dad)

-So she lost her best friend and her father in one go

-She closes herself off and withdraws completely into herself and distances herself from everybody (except Ravi),, & starts going to ballet more to take her mind off things and to get lost in ballet, with the graceful, controlled movements so she doesn’t have to think of how everything’s gone wrong

-During the mourning period she and Ravi grow closer; they both start leaning more on each other and are able to tell each other anything

-Ravi has also started training to be a cop at this point

-Her relationship with her mother grows slightly strained and shaky the older she gets, because of how closed off she’s become

-Fast forward to when Nikita is 16 and a half and the Vulture attacks particularly viciously one day, right on the bridge (the Brooklyn Bridge variant in her universe)

-Her brother (who is now a police captain, despite being a little young) is in the middle of the maelstrom of cars being flung and buildings at the end collapsing. He - a police captain close to Spider-Woman - dies saving a child from falling rubble.

-That does a number on Nikita mentally and she just. Shuts herself down in terms of feeling emotion for a bit

-Like she just goes numb, like she’s in denial about how many people she’s lost in such a short time

-Terrified to make friends or get attached because her losing someone she cares about deeply seems to be a recurring pattern

-The only one she has left is her mom, and she’s grown really distant from her

-Little bit irrelevant but she takes up psychology. She studies how the emotional part of brain works, studies some basic therapy and other think-y stuff like that, and some of her Spider-Woman ‘jabs’ (not really but I can’t think of a word for them rn) are things like “did something formative happen to you as a child? yeah I thought I sensed some childhood trauma, would you like to talk about it?” And stuff like that (she’s pretty genuine about it too, if they start talking instead of just attacking her then she will sit down with a mug of chai and just listen to them rant)

-Anyway fast forward to a year and a half later when she’s 18

-Jessica Drew ends up following an anomaly she’s been tracking into Nikita’s dimension, the anomaly manages to get the upper hand on her and has almost overpowered her when Nikita finally swings in (probably during/right after a psychology exam too) and uses the element of surprise + her speed to get the upper hand on the anomaly and web it up

-She was recruited into the Spider-Society by Jess after she saw how capable and quick-thinking Niki could be. She saw her as someone who could be a useful asset to the society.

-It’s there where she met Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, Margo, Miguel and Peter B. + a few other spiders she became friends with (I’ll expand on their relationships in a different post)

Suit design:

(I will be drawing this out properly sometime soon, don’t worry!! Feel free to skip this part if you think it’s too complicated ^^ I really have no idea how to describe it in a simpler way lmao)

-mainly shades of gold, black highlights

-on her arms there are black “cuff” markings like a golden silk spider’s legs

-on her wrists she has black bangles (more like cuffs bc they fit around her wrists, they aren’t loose & dangly)

-wears black fingerless sleeves, they look a little bit like Gwen’s but they have black splotches (a little bit like spray paint blobs) instead of spiderwebs

-has a black spider on the front of the suit

-wears a necklace! it’s colourful and has some mismatched colourful beads on a chord and two pendants in the centre, one pendant is a paint-splashed red electric guitar, the other pendant is one of Hobie’s rings

-wears black ballet pointe shoes

-the eye outline is black, the ‘eye’ inside is pastel golden

-black 🕸️ patterns on the side of both of her shoulders (like painted pauldrons)

Abilities:

-Along with the super-strength, super-speed and accelerated healing of the average Spider-Person, she can sense emotions and thoughts.

Not mind-reading exactly but if she focuses hard enough she can sense whatever emotion is radiating out of that particular person’s mind (she used to get very overwhelmed in middle school bc of the sheer amount of envy and insecurity and other emotions in raging hormonal teenagers’ brains and somehow studying psychology helped her figure out how to tune it out a little bit, since every time she can sense too much of intense emotions it’s like constantly blowing a dog whistle around a dog,, and she also gets horrible migraines and headaches from it)

She can even read thoughts if the emotion associated with it is strong enough.

An added ability that stems from being able to sense emotions and thoughts (to some degree) is that she can sometimes predict the moves that an enemy might make before they actually make them. It’s not 100% accurate every time but it’s still pretty useful

I’ll write out her relationships (everyone already knows that Hobie’s no. 1 on that list lmao) and the world descriptions later, but for now here’s the character that’s been living in my head since I saw ATSV :D

Oh also she’s besties with @hobiebrownismygod ’s sona Maitreyi :D desis gotta stick together yk (putting this here so I don’t forget to mention it in the relationships post ^^)

#⋆·˚ 🕷️🌟 ༘ * — 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧!#it’s 1am #and i have to be up by 6 tmrw #whoopsies #not proofread at all btw #atsv #across the spiderverse #spidersona #spiderman oc #atsv oc #atsv original character #spider oc #oc x canon #hobie brown x oc #<- implied #nikita raina

39 notes · View notes

vintagepresley · 2 years

Text

68′ Comeback Special.... Part 8 (After the special)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 10,276 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Tons of fluff, talks of pregnancy, mention of sleeping pills, shower sex (elvis uses the shower head to play with your clit), fingering, handjob, rough sex, rough choking, cursing, dirty talk, praise, a bit of a mommy kink sprinkled in for elvis, typical elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: IT’S FINALLY HERE. Sorry, it took a bit longer than usual for me to write this one, I had serious writer’s block like mid way into the story, lol. But this one got lot of interesting things going on especially for what’s to come in the last two chapters. But we’ve got a good amount of fluff and smut in this one! Prepare yourselves for the ending, it’ll probably make you tear up, I know I got a little emotional writing it. Anyway, I hope you guys love it! Spelling errors possible!!!

For my darling, I love you, and I always will…

The silence still looming over the two of you after you finally revealed your secret to Elvis, you were trying to get a read on his face he looked a bit stunned. “Um, I’m sorry, what did ya say?” he said needing just to hear it one more time just to make sure he heard you correctly. “I’m pregnant…” you muttered once again. You watched as he quickly put out his cigar and sat up in the bed rather quickly. “W-When? H-H… D-Did you just find this out today???” he said fumbling over his words. You shook your head slowly as you sat up now as well. “No… I’ve known for a few weeks now.” You said softly. “Weeks?? Baby, we’ve been talkin’ on the phone every day. Why didn’t ‘cha say somethin’?” he asked. “You had a lot of things happening already, I didn’t want to add more to it.” You uttered. You could see from the boyish grin on his face that he was so happy and excited already, but somehow you didn’t feel the same. You felt unsure of the whole thing.

You watched as Elvis shot up from the bed and went to grab his robe, wrapping himself in it and he came back pacing back and forth excitedly and going on about how happy his dad was going to be. Then he sat back down next to you, his whole body was fidgeting and shaking. “Oh, man.. This is… J-Just wait till I tell the guys!” He said happily. He got up once again pacing and he was honestly making you a bit anxious because he was all over the place. Your heart was breaking though because he was so excited and for some reason you just couldn’t feel the same. “Elvis.” you said softly, but he continued to ramble happily. “Elvis!” you shouted out to him, snapping him out of it. “Yeah, baby?” he said with a smile. “Can you please sit down; you’re making me nervous. “Oh, yeah, I guess I got overexcited.” He smiled, sitting back down on the bed next to you. You grabbed a hold of his hands, staring at him with a small smile.

“I love how excited and happy you are, honey. I do, but we need to talk about this. I-I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” You say, watching that happy boyish smile of his slowly disappear, the sight of it breaking your heart more. He nodded slowly. “I-I-I understand, honey. I mean, did you want to get rid of it? He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. You let out a soft sigh. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what to do. I think I just need a little time to think about it. But I just wanted to tell you.” You say. “Whatever you decide I’ll be here to support you. I-I can maybe ask Dr. Nick if he knows any doctors we can speak with if you choose to get rid of it.” He nodded as he spoke softly. “Thank you, honey. I just need a few days to think about this.” You say, leaning over toward him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He returned your kiss with a small smile, he wouldn’t say this out loud to you, but he was hoping that you’d decide to keep the baby. But he was going to support you no matter what. He knew that there would be some judgement with the two of you not being married, but he didn’t care. This was everything he’s been wanting. But he wasn’t going to let himself get too excited until he knew what you decided on, but as much as he tried to hide it, he was a little upset about the fact you’d even consider getting rid of it.

You tried to change the subject now because the sadness on his face was making you feel so bad for not being just as excited. You curled up next to him, pulling the blankets over you and pressing a kiss to his cheek as you cuddled into his side, he smiled a bit as he looked down at you. “When time are your shows tomorrow?” you asked quietly. “I’ve got a dinner and a midnight show tomorrow.” He responded, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “Maybe we can spend some time together in the morning?” you said, smiling up at him. He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “What did ya have in mind, darlin’?” he said softly. “Just something simple, we can have breakfast together, maybe watch a little tv.” You smiled, you honestly didn’t care what you did, you just wanted to be with him.

He smiled with a nod. “That sounds nice, we can order up a ton of things for breakfast.” He said with a soft chuckle. You smiled at his words and then you watched him reach over into his bedside table, taking out some sleeping pills and you raised eyebrow at him. “We should get to sleep then.” He said softly. “Elvis, you don’t need to take those.” You said looking up at him. “Aw, hell, don’t start with that, baby. You know how bad my insomnia can be. These help me.” He said, shaking a couple pills out into his hand and offering you one. You shook your head at his offer. He shrugged, closing the bottle, and shoving it back in the bedside table, he got up from the bed and grabbed the cup that sat on his bedside table walked into the bathroom, popping the pills into his mouth, turning the bathroom sink and filling the cup up and drinking some of the water, swallowing the pills down. You let out a soft sigh, knowing that he wouldn’t be awake for much longer and you wanted to spend a little more time talking to him, because you knew he’d probably wake up late tomorrow and your time together would be cut short.

He got back into bed with you, setting the cup down, climbing underneath the blankets as he laid down and you scooted back over to him, lying beside him, wrapping your arm around his abdomen, and resting your head against his chest, staring up at him, you felt his arm drape around you. “Will you be up before noon, Elvis?” you asked. “Mhm…” he mumbled out, you were already losing him to his slumber as his pills slowly took effect. “You promise?” you muttered softly. “P-Promise, baby..” he mumbled softly, brushing his hand lightly over your arm, closing his eyes. As you laid there against him you started to hear him snore, you traced your fingers lightly over his chest as you listened to him sleep, draping your leg over his as you cuddled against him, you laid awake for a few hours just thinking about what you were going to do about the pregnancy, the excitement on Elvis’ face that replayed in your mind after you told him, which made you smile to yourself. You let out a soft sigh and knew if you kept thinking about this, you’d get no sleep, so you shook off the feelings and you carefully reached over to his bedside table, deciding to take one of his sleeping pills, reaching over for his water and taking a sip, swallowing your pill down, resting comfortably against him again, eventually dozing off.

The morning had come quick and you had woken up still laying in Elvis’ arms who was still knocked out cold, you lifted your head a bit and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek as he snored away, you carefully slipped yourself out of his arms, a chill coming over your naked body from the coldness of the room, you slipped into the bathroom grabbing a robe and slipping it on and tying it closed, you came back into the bedroom that was a complete mess after yesterday’s dramatics, you picked up Elvis’ watch that sat on the bedside table, checking the time and seeing that it was 10:30am. You glanced down at Elvis, hoping he would wake up soon so you could spend some time together. But you decide to order breakfast for the both of you since you were quite hungry and craving an assortment of things. You quietly walked out of the bedroom into the main part of the suite, grabbing the phone and calling down for room service, once someone answered you ordered Elvis some bacon and eggs with side of potatoes and a pot of coffee. Then for yourself you ordered some chocolate chip pancakes with eggs, a side fruit and some orange juice. You couldn’t decide on just getting one thing and your appetite was slowly changing. Once they said the food would be up shortly, you thanked them and hung up.

You walked back into the bedroom and climbing into bed with Elvis, gently shaking him to wake up. “Elvis.. Elvis, honey…” you said softly. He let out soft groan turning over in his sleep, you continued to try to wake him up, it was always a process to get him up in the mornings. You eventually gave up and decided to wait until he got himself up. You climbed off the bed and headed back into the main suite, shutting the bedroom door. You decided to call Jerry and Sandy’s room, hoping to speak with Sandy and updating her on the whole pregnancy debacle. The line shrilled for a few moments until you heard the line click and Sandy’s voice on the other end. “Hello?” “Sandy! Just the person I was trying to reach.” You said softly with a laugh. “Hi, y/n! I’ve been meaning to call you, I’m sorry for telling Jerry.” She says. “It’s alright, if there’s anyone other than Elvis, I’d want to know it’s you and Jerry. Speaking of… I finally told him last night.” You say quietly. “Oh my gosh, how did it go?” she says curiously. “Pretty much how I expected, he was excited. But I had to tell him that I wasn’t sure if I wanted this yet. He didn’t take that too well, but he understands. So, he’s leaving it up to me to decide on what to do. Y’know keeping it or… the other option.” You mumbled.

“Have you decided on what to do?” she asks. “I-I don’t know. Part of me wants to keep it especially with seeing how happy he was, but the other part of me is like are you really ready for that kind of responsibility and the changes that’ll come.” You say letting out a soft sigh. You suddenly hear a bit of commotion coming the bedroom, assuming Elvis was getting up. “I’ve gotta go. I think Elvis is awake, I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered over the phone. “Talk to you later.” She said and you both hung up the phone. You made your way into the bedroom to see Elvis was out of bed, but you could hear him in the bathroom, so you waited for him to come out and once he did, he was smiling at you. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake yet, honey.” You said softly, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, hugging his waist. You stared up at him with a grin. He smiled, wrapping an arm around you, and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promised ya I’d be up before noon, didn’t I?” he said playfully. You nodded with a smile. “I ordered us some breakfast.” You say, pulling away from him, but holding onto his hand. “Thank goodness, I’m starvin’.” He said with a grin.

You tugged at him gently, leading him into the main part of his suite and you let go of his hand, walking over to the record player, looking through some of his records, he walked up behind you, and you felt his arms wrapping around your waist, one of his hands gently rubbing over your stomach, you quickly turned around his arms, you didn’t want him getting attached the life inside of you until you made your decision, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a smile. “Can you pick something for us to listen to? You asked him sweetly. He leaned down pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Of course, baby. I have a song I want you to listen to, I’ve been thinking about including it in my shows.” He nodded with a smile. “Really? I’d love to hear it! What’s it called?” you grinned up at him. “Just Pretend.” He smiled. “Hm.. Sounds interesting.” You giggled. You heard a knock at the door, kissed his cheek and pulled away, knowing it was probably the food, as you were answering the door, he was finding the demo he had recorded of the song, you thanked the bellhop and then started wheeling the tray over to the dining room table and began to set the table for you both.

Elvis had put the record on, and you heard the softness of his voice ringing out through the speakers, it sounded beautiful, it brought a smile to your face, you always loved when he sang ballads, he just had the voice for them. Once you finished setting the table you turned to face him, and he was already walking in your direction. “Whatdaya think, honey? Be honest with me.” he said as he sat down at the table, you poured him a cup of coffee and you sat down next to him, smiling. “I love it, Elvis. Your voice sounds incredible, but then again it always does. The lyrics and the melody are amazing. It’s perfect for your voice. It’s a really beautiful song.” You say with a smile. “You think so?” he says with a grin. You nodded with a smile. “You should add it to the show.” You say, as you cover pancakes in syrup. “Maybe.” He says, taking a sip of his coffee and took a few bites of his food. He glanced over at the stack of chocolate chip pancakes on your plate. “Can I try some?” he said with smile. “Elvis, you’re allergic to chocolate, aren’t you?.” You say with a soft laugh. “I get a little puffy, it’s fine. Just a few bites.” He says. You rolled your eyes at him, cutting a few pieces off for him and then feeding them to him, he chewed happily giving you a wink.

You giggled softly, it was moments like this with him that you enjoyed, there was something so sweet, and innocent about it. The side of him only you got see in private, the side you absolutely adored. He was like a little spoiled baby sometimes wanting to be taken care of and pampered, but sometimes it was something so simple like you feeding him. He grinned and started eating his own food now, you happily ate your pancakes. He was sipping his coffee and staring over at you he cleared his throat quietly. “So, the baby… I think we should talk about it.” he says. You looked over at him, shaking your head. “Elvis, please... I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You say softly. “P-Part of me hopes you keep it, honey.” He says quietly. You let out a soft sigh at his words, setting down your fork and now you weren’t even looking at him. “And if I decided to get rid of it? Will you hate me? Resent me?” you blurted out, peering up at him.

“What? Baby, of course not.” He said as he reached over to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. “Look at me, little…” he said softly. You slowly raised your head up and now you were staring into his blue eyes. “Nothing, I mean nothing... Could ever make me feel that way toward you, baby. I will respect anything you decide. But can I ask something?” he says. You nod your head slowly, listening to him intently. “What is it that has you unsure or afraid?” he asks curiously.

You let out a sharp exhale. “Everything. Things will change if I have this baby. I fear things between us will change. Seeing how well your show went last night and you doing more and probably going on tour, how’s that all going to work?” you say softly. “Don’t be silly, little one. Nothin’ is going to change between us, and you shouldn’t worry about all that. You’d both be well taken care of even if I am away for a bit.” He says bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing small kisses to it. “Elvis… I’m not worried about you taking care of us. I know you will. I’m just worried about you not finding me attractive anymore.” You said with a small pout. He furrowed his brow a bit at your words, shaking his head, patted his lap and gestured for you to come to him. “C’mere, little girl.” He said softly. You slowly got up from your chair and you walked over to him, sitting down on his lap and settling yourself there, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you stared at him with the same small pout. He slipped an arm around your waist and then brought his other hand up to your face, resting his index finger beneath your chin. “I am always going to find you attractive, hell… I can’t keep my hands off ya and that’s not going to change if you have a baby.” He said softly, learning up to press a loving kiss to your lips. “You’re beautiful. You’ll always be beautiful. My sweet girl.” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

Your pout turned into a smile, and you could feel yourself blushing at his words, returning each of his loving kisses. “You mean that, Elvis?” you purred softly against his lips. “Mhm..” he mumbled, capturing your lips in another kiss and then you felt him lifting you into his arms as he jumped up out of his chair, you let out a soft squeal, clinging to him tighter. “Elvis!” you giggled. He grinned walking you over to the couch and gently laying you down, you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him walk over to the record player to put on a record by The Ink Spots and you smiled to yourself, while some of the music he chose was rather old, it was quite romantic. He walked back over the couch with a grin, and he climbed on top of you, the weight of his body against your own only furthered your desire for him more, you brought your hands up to his face, your fingertips lightly caressing his cheeks as your eyes studied every part of his face, your eyes meeting and gazing into one another’s as the music played softly in the background. It all felt like something out of a movie. You didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as you loved him. How could I possibly get rid of this baby? There’s no way… He’d be such a wonderful father…Before your mind could even continue to drift off further, Elvis’ lips were against yours, kissing you passionately, your hands moved to rest on his shoulders, as you kissed him back a soft sound escaping you as you kissed, your legs moving to wrap around his waist.

His soft lips trailing down your chin and down to your neck, the feeling of his soft kisses against your skin causing a slight shiver to run throughout your body, you watched as he slowly opened your robe, revealing your breasts and he slowly kissed down to them, you let out a gasp when you felt his lips kiss over them and gazed lightly over your nipples, his lips were giving your breasts extra attention that it caused a soft whimper to escape you, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to kiss every single part of your body with those beautiful soft lips, and without even realizing it the words, “More…More…” escaped your lips in a whisper. The more he opened your robe the further he kissed down your body. Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door, but Elvis completely ignored it, continuing to tease your body with his kisses, so you also ignored it. But then the knock happened again, it just happened to be Joe and his knock was louder this time as he heard the music coming from inside. “EP. The Colonel wants to see you.” Joe shouted. You both let out an annoyed groan, knowing that he was going to have to answer it. “I’ll make him go away, baby.” He mumbled, pecking your lips softly before he got up off the couch, fixing his robe.

You let out a soft sigh, as he went to answer the door you sat up, closing your robe and fixing your hair, staring over in his direction as he and Joe conversated among themselves about something you couldn’t make out and once he had gotten rid of him and closed the door, he turned around and letting out a sigh as he shook his head. “Something the matter, honey?” you asked. “The Colonel just wants to see me in his office is all.” He says. You got up from the couch and walked over to him, taking his hands into yours and you pouted playfully. “Right now?” you say softly. He nodded and a small “Mhm.” Escaping him and he leaned down pressing several kisses to your lips. “But I’m not done playing with you, little one.” He mumbled and started walking to the bedroom, guiding you with him and you let out a soft giggle as you followed and he led you into the bathroom with him, starting the shower for the two of you.

Elvis had turned his attention to you, pulling you close to him by the front of your robe and ever so slowly untying it, you stared up at him as you bit down on your bottom lip, his hands pushing the fabric of the robe down your shoulders until it slipped off your frame and into a puddle on the floor, you stood completely naked in front of him, something that still made you super shy because of the way he always looked at you, like he was looking at you for the first time, every time. He stepped closer to you, his hands running along every curve of your body, his lips pressing gently against your cheek. You inhaled sharply from his gentle touching and kisses, he pulled back and took his robe off and it falling to the ground beside your own. “C’mon..” he said softly, grabbing a hold of your hand and leading you into the steaming shower, the warmth of the water raining down onto your bodies, soaking your hair. You felt Elvis grab your waist and he turned you around your back facing him, now he was pressing his body up against yours, you could feel his cock growing hard against your ass, and you let out a soft noise.

He had one arm wrapped around your waist and then with his other hand he ran it gently over your breasts, pressing small kisses to the back of your neck and down your shoulder blade, you leaned into him, wanting to just melt right into his arms. He grabbed the bar of soap and began to run it over your body slowly, causing suds to form on your body, you watched his hand move over every inch of your body with the soap, he was being so delicate, gentle and a bit of a tease, you watched as his hand moved between your thighs, you chewed at the inside of your cheek, feeling his hand so close to the heat between your legs, so desperate for his touch as you always were. You felt his hand move away and he was putting the soap down and now he was reaching up for the shower head that was removable, a playful grin on his lips as he brought it down between your legs, the pressure from the water hitting against your thigh made your body jolt slightly and then he parted your legs a bit further, changing the setting on the shower head as he aimed it directly onto your clit, your body shivered instantly at the sensation, squirming in his arms as a soft whimper escaped you.

His lips were hovering against your skin, sucking gently at the nape of your neck, the pressure of the water against your clit causing such friction and a sensation you had never felt before, you were moaning softly, your toes curling against the bathtub floor, your right hand reaching back to grab his cock, wrapping your hand around it and slowly pumping it in your hand, he let out a soft groan against your neck. He reached over and switched the water temperature to cold, the sudden change sent your body quivering all over and wanting to close your legs around the shower head, but he wouldn’t allow it, he propped your leg up, having your foot resting against the brim of the bathtub, your moans only growing louder, your head tilting back against his chest, your eyes rolling back as your hand continued to pump his cock at a swift and steady pace. Elvis kissed up to your ear slowly a smirk on his lips. “I want you to finger yourself for me, little one...” he mumbled between his groans.

You raised an eyebrow at his words, tilting your head to look at him with your usual innocent look. He placed his hand over yours, sliding your hand down between your legs. “Do it…” he whispered demandingly. You nodded your head slowly at his demands, you felt him grab two of your fingers and he forced them into you, you squirmed in his arms, letting out a louder moan. The intensity of the water against your clit and your fingers inside of you made everything even more pleasurable, all the while you were still pumping his cock in your hand, hearing his groans vibrating against your skin. You started to finger yourself using slow movements and you watched as he switched the temperature of the water back to hot, you let out a small squeal the sudden change of temperature only made you more sensitive to his little game, but the feeling was completely euphoric and erotic in the way that he was able to make your body feel this way. You began to pump your fingers a bit steadier inside your pussy, you could feel just how wet he had made you become, your eyes were rolling back as you felt him change up the setting on the shower head, this time the water was hitting your clit in a more intense way, he started moving the shower head up and down, letting the pressure of the water tease your clit, you didn’t know much longer you’d be able to take of this. You knew if he kept this up, you’d be cumming in a matter of minutes.

“E-Elvis… I-I want you inside of me..” you mumbled out breathlessly. It caused a smirk to form on his lips, he shook his head slowly. “Mm.. We don’t have time, little one… But I’m gonna make you cum for me.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a small whimper at his words, your body completely at his mercy begging for him to give you what you want. He reached down to remove your fingers from your pussy and shoved two of his long fingers inside of you, you felt yourself clench around them, you tightened your grip a bit on his cock, stroking him slow and long, feeling him throbbing in your hand, only furthering the sounds that escaped him to grow louder. He was moving the showerhead back and forth against you, the water hitting against your clit in rhythm along with his fingers that were deep inside of you, curling in such a way that they hit the spots that you loved. Your breathing was becoming heavy, the stimulation of the water and his fingers caused so much tension to grow within you that could feel your orgasm building, aching to be released.

You felt his lips against your shoulder, pressing light kisses as he kept up the tempo that he was playing with your body, while your hand continued to stroke and pump his cock at a quicker pace, the noises escaping the both of you only growing louder as you both approached your orgasms, you felt your body tense up, your toes curling against the tub, your free hand reaching up to claw at the shower curtain as you mumbled out the words, “Fuck, Elvis...” between each moan, your legs trembling as you felt yourself finally let go and cum all over his fingers. Elvis’ groans muffled against your skin, and you suddenly felt the warmth of his cum squirting out against your ass and he let out a soft, “Mm..” against your ear, dropping the showerhead and slowly pulling his fingers out of you, a quiet whimper escaping your lips at the feeling and you leaned against him as you tried to compose yourself, you felt his arms wrapping around your waist and you tilted your head up to look back at him, reaching you’re a hand up to place on the back of his head, lightly running your fingers through his hair.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips with a smirk and then he turned you around to face him, you stared up at him with a big smile, tracing your hand gently against his abdomen. “Well… That was different...” you said softly with a giggle. He grinned and nodded his head slowly. “Mhm…” he said teasingly. You bit down on your bottom lip a sly smirk on your face, and you bent down to put the showerhead where it belongs. “After your shows tonight, maybe I’ll reward you.” You say, reaching down to graze your hand over his cock. “Mm.. I’ll be thinking about that all day now…” he muttered, smirking. “I hope the very thought of it gets you hard on stage.” You cooed, licking your lips. “Fuck… You’re such a tease, baby.” He growled. “Mhm.. Well, you better hurry up for your meeting with the Colonel!” You say with a smirk, kissing his cheek softly before stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it tightly around your body, walking back into the bedroom and proceeding to search for an outfit to wear.

Once you found an outfit you were satisfied with you sat at the vanity to do your makeup as usual and not doing too much or too little, once you finished you got up and removed your towel and began to get dressed, you decided on a dark brown mini skirt giving it some flair by adding a chain tassel belt and then you paired the skirt with a green tank top, tucking it into the skirt. As for jewelry you added an arm cuff to your right arm and simple necklace to match and some of earrings, as you were finishing up you hear Elvis finishing up with his shower and moments later, he comes out in his robe and you smile at him, giving him a twirl. “What do you think of my outfit for tonight, honey?” you say happily. He chuckles softly as he gives your outfit a glance. “You look like a hippie.” He says with a smirk, shaking his head. “You don’t like it?” you say with a playful pout. He walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I like it, baby.” He said with a grin, kissing your forehead once again before pulling away and getting dressed. You smiled at his words, sitting down on the bed, leaning back on your elbows as you watched him get ready. “What do you plan on doing until tonight, baby?” he asked giving you a glance with a smile as he continued to get dressed. “Besides waiting around all day until I see you tonight?” you laughed softly. “Don’t get cute.” He said rolling his eyes playfully.

You laughed softly and then you shrugged. “I don’t know, why?” you asked curiously. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come down to rehearsals, it’d be nice to have you there.” He smiled as he went over to the mirror at the vanity to start fixing his hair. “Yes, I’d love to!” you beamed, staring at him as he fixed his hair in the mirror, your eyes slowly looking over his outfit, he looked handsome but that wasn’t surprising wearing a long-sleeved blue striped shirt with most of it unbuttoned revealing his chest, with a pair of black pants and one of his flashy big belts to go along with it. You loved watching him get ready, he always had sort of a routine, there was no doubt that he was very humble, but there was always a bit of vanity in him, especially when it came to his appearance. You smiled as you watched him grab your eyeliner, you climbed off the bed and walked over to him. “Sit down, baby.” You say softly, taking the eyeliner from his hands, he raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smile on his lips as he sat down in the chair. “What are you doing?” he asked as you climbed into his lap. “I want to help you with your eyeliner.” You say with a smile, holding his face still with your other hand as you slowly and carefully began to do his eye makeup for him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he sat still for you. You smiled at him as you continued to do his eyeliner. Once you were done you put down the eyeliner and then grabbed the mascara and began to put a bit on his lashes the way he liked, gently caressing his face with your other hand. “You’re so beautiful.” You mumbled softly. He laughed not knowing how to respond to that, you knew he wouldn’t be able to take what you said seriously, but it was true. He had a face like no other, every curve, every line was just perfect. Simply Beautiful. Once you were done you climbed off his lap and standing back to look at your work and then you leaned down, cupping his face in your hands and then kissing his lips softly. “All done.” You mumbled against them. He turned to look in the mirror, checking himself out as he smiled. “It looks good... Hell, better than when I do it.” He said with a soft chuckle.

You smiled at his words, reaching over to fix the collar of his shirt as you smoothed it out a bit, staring up at him and catching a glimpse of his cute smile. “Will you be going to rehearsals after you meet with the Colonel?” you asked. He nodded, slipping an arm around your waist. “I’ll have one of the guys come up and get ya, honey. I’m really excited for you to come and introduce you to everyone.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to see my handsome man at work.” You said with a giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He chuckled at your words, returning your kiss. "I better go before the Colonel comes down here lookin’ for me.” He said rolling his eyes. “Yeah, we don’t need that…” you laughed as you watched Elvis grab a pair of his glasses, slipping them on and then he grabbed your hand leading you back out of the bedroom with him to walk him to the door. “Whatever this meeting is it shouldn’t be long. So, someone should be up soon to get ya, darlin’.” He said, opening the door to the suite, and you saw Joe and Sonny standing out in the hall waiting for him. You nodded at his words, leaning up to place a quick kiss to his cheek and you watched as he left with the two men, shutting the door.

You let out a soft happy sigh, you were so excited to see Elvis rehearse because it would be a first for you to see him truly in his element of creating the beautiful music he sings. You walked back over to the table where your breakfast still sat, and you picked over the food a bit as you ate some of it. You glanced down at your stomach, giving this whole baby thing another thought. Elvis made all your insecurities go away and part of you was starting to consider motherhood even though that still scared you, because what did you know about being a mother. You were still a baby yourself, that’s how Elvis treated you and made you feel, and you knew that the thought that was running through your head right now sounded ridiculous, but you didn’t want to share Elvis with anyone, not even with a baby. You were his baby. It was such childish way of thinking, it’s just how you felt. But you couldn’t stop picturing the excited expression on his face last night from news and how cute he was being that he literally couldn’t sit still. Maybe having a baby won’t be the worst thing to happen... This was going to be one of the hardest decisions of your life, but a decision had to be made soon before it became too late to get rid of it, but you shook off the thoughts not wanting to think about that right now and you started cleaning up, that was always a good distraction for you.

Meanwhile Elvis was in the Colonel’s office where they were discussing what was to come next and possible touring dates, unfortunately not overseas like Elvis wanted, but an American tour, he also gets news that the international hotel and the Colonel had drawn up a contract with Elvis playing at the hotel for a month out of year for the next 5 years, Elvis didn’t really like that because this wasn’t supposed to be a permanent thing, but he wasn’t one to argue when it came to the Colonel and business because he always ensured him that it’s good money and that it would not come to any cost to them. Elvis hesitantly agreed only because the promise of a tour. Even though it wasn’t everything he had wanted he was excited nonetheless because he just wanted to perform and do the thing, he loved the most and he figured he’d be doing that, might as well enjoy it. He couldn’t wait to tell you the news, once he left the Colonel’s office, he asked Joe to go back to his suite and bring you down to where he was rehearsing, he and Sonny headed down as Joe went to get you.

You had the suite a bit tidy now even trying to clean up the mess you and Elvis had made in the bedroom, doing your best to make it a bit easier on housekeeping. You heard a knock at the door, and you stopped what you were doing and went to answer it, smiling when you see its Joe. “Hey, Y/N, Elvis is wants me to bring you down now.” He said with a smile. “Okay, did his meeting the Colonel go well?” you asked as you grabbed your purse and headed out of the suite with him. “Well, he didn’t come out yelling. So, that was a good sign.” He laughed. You let out a soft chuckle. “That is a good sign, so he’ll be in good spirits.” You smiled as you both stepped onto the elevator and Joe pushed the button to the floor you were going to. “How’s Joanie doing? I didn’t get a chance to see her last night.” You say trying to make small talk. “She’s good. You’ll probably get a chance to see her tonight after the first show.” He nodded with a smile. You smiled and as soon as the elevator doors opened you both headed out and you followed behind Joe, you could hear the faint sounds of music playing and Elvis’ voice harmonizing along which brought a big smile to your face as you got more excited.

As you both approached the door to the rehearsal room, Joe opened the door for you and you walked inside everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing, you stood there fidgeting with your hands nervously and Elvis turned around and smiled widely when he saw you, he came waltzing over to you happily as if he didn’t just see you like an hour ago, which you thought was cute, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight. You returned his loving hug, inhaling his scent as you nuzzled your face into his chest a bit before he pulled away. “I’m so happy you’re here, I also have some news to share. But we’ll talk about that later, little.” He said. “Oh? I hope it’s good news!” you beamed. “It is, honey. C’mon, I wanna introduce ya to everyone.” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand and you couldn’t help but laugh, sometimes it felt like he was showing you off more than really introducing you to people. He led you over to everyone and made introductions with all of them, it felt like a whole new world with him in this element. Once he finished introducing you to everyone it felt like your head was spinning.

You watched as he went and grabbed you a chair, setting it off to the side so you could have the best view of everything, especially him. “Sit here, honey. N-Now I’ll want your honest opinion on some of these songs.” He said. You sat down, smiling up at him as you nodded. “I promise to give my honest opinion.” You laughed softly, knowing not to be too honest you did that once before and his anger got the better of him. You knew how things worked with Elvis, he wanted you to be honest but not to the point of embarrassing him or making him think you know better than him when it came to music. You watched him walk back to his seat and you were so excited that you could hardly sit still, you knew what a perfectionist he was especially when he’d play his demos for you and he’d still find something wrong even though it sounded perfect. So you weren’t sure what to expect from the rehearsal.

But the first song they began to play was Words by The Bee Gees, a song that was rather slow, but the way Elvis sang it gave it a faster tempo, and it was more upbeat. You were always amazed at how he was able to make songs sound so different that you completely forget what the original song even sounded like. You couldn’t stop smiling just watching him doing what he did best, what made him happy. It was fascinating to see how well of an ear he had for music the littlest mistake he could hear. It wasn’t all work and seriousness, they all made jokes and horsed around, especially with Elvis changing the lyrics to the songs and making them dirty. He then went into singing ‘Mary in the Morning’ and changing the name from Mary to Y/N, he was grinning over at you with that cheeky look of his as he sang directly to you, you couldn’t help but get shy and flustered. All the while thinking how sweet he was and the amount of love that you felt for him, he truly was the love of your life. No one else could make you feel the way he made you feel... Like a little girl and a woman all at the same time.

The rehearsals went on for another hour so until it was time for him and everyone to get ready for the first show, he came over to you with a wide smile. “What did you think?” he asked, placing a hand on your waist. “It was amazing, Elvis. Truly. I love seeing you do the thing you love. The songs are beautiful.” You smiled up at him. You swear you caught him almost blushing from your words, he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “Thank you, baby. I’ll see you at the show, don’t you go leaving in the middle of it again.” He said jokingly. “I won’t.” you said with a smile, watching him leave with everyone else and then Jerry came over to escort you out and he took to where some of the other guys were with some of the wives as everyone waited until it was time to go in and get your seats. Sandy had spotted you when she had entered the room, kissed Jerry, and then made her way to you, plopping down on the couch beside you, grinning ear to ear.

“Soooo, any other news on the B-A-B-Y.” she whispered, it always made you laugh at how nosy Sandy could be sometimes and how she was always wanting to know the happenings of everything, but you enjoyed that about her. You glanced around not really wanting the others to hear. “No, I mean, we talked about it again because he insisted, he reassured me of some things I was worried about. So, I don’t know... I might keep it. I just know it’d break his heart if I didn’t. He didn’t say that, but I just know it would.” you said with a shrug, Sandy seemed like she was over the moon about the possibility of you keeping it. “I call dibs on being the godmother if you do. Wow, Elvis as a father... That’s hard to picture.” She whispered and you both laughed. “You’d definitely be a godmother. Yeah, he’d be a good father, though. It’d be just as spoiled as he is.” You laughed.

Jerry came over to you now and gestured for you to come with him because it was time for all of you to go in and Elvis had you sitting in the same booth as his father and Dee, so he’d be able to see you in the crowd. You all got up and you followed behind Jerry to your seat, thanking him. You watched as he showroom quickly began to fill and it seemed it was more packed than it was on the first night, which didn’t seem possible because yesterday was pure madness with the roaring and screaming of the crowd and it only got crazier tonight, with the women now trying to climb up onto the stage trying to steal a kiss from Elvis, you didn’t let your jealously get the better of you this time, because you knew he was only doing his job and feeding them this version of Elvis Presley. You made it through both shows surprisingly not tired at all with a small intermission in between the two, he was amazing as always, putting on the show of a lifetime and strutting around on stage with such confidence and breaking out into karate moves in between songs. He was a bit looser tonight and not as nervous, cracking jobs and making the crowd laugh.

The entire time you were watching him you just couldn’t get over the fact that he belonged to you, that you were the woman that got to be by his side, share a bed with and live with him. That you knew him better than all these other women thought they knew him. You were the luckiest girl in the world who was pregnant with his child who would be the luckiest kid in the world to have him as a father. Jerry had come to get you once the second show was ending and you assumed he was going to be bringing you backstage to Elvis, but that wasn’t the case. “Elvis wants me to bring you up to the suite, he said he’d be up shortly.” He said with a smile, you nodded, getting up and following Jerry to the elevator as you two made your way up to the suite. Before you went inside, you hugged Jerry and thanked him and then turned to walk inside of the suite, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse and you walked over to the couch throwing yourself onto it and you laid there patiently waiting for the man of the hour.

Moments had passed and you heard the door opening, you propped yourself on your elbows, seeing Elvis walk through that door, still in his jumpsuit that hugged his body in a way that you loved, and he was still a bit sweaty. He came waltzing over to you with a smirk. “I see your already in a good position to give me my reward you promised.” He said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. “Is sex always on your mind, Elvis?” you laughed. He chuckled at your words as he sat down on the edge of the couch beside you, combing his fingers through your hair as you stared up at him. “No, not always, but if you’re layin’ like this in that short skirt, it’s hard not to think about it. Plus, after a show I’m always a little revved up, honey.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Speaking of what did you think of the show?” he asked curiously. You returned his kiss with a smile. “It was wonderful. I could tell you weren’t so nervous this time.” you said, reaching up to brush strands of his messy hair out of his face. “Thank you, baby, that means a lot.” He smiled, kissing your lips again and now he was getting up onto the couch and hovering above you and you placed your hand against his chest to stop him, not surprised that he was trying to jump your bones already after probably thinking about fucking you the entire time he was performing.

“Don’t you want to shower first?” you asked. “Why? Do I smell?” he asked with a laugh. “Of course not. But I’m sure you want to unwind.” You said with a smile. “Nah, honey, I’m all turned on from being out there and lookin’ at you the whole night.” He said with a grin. You giggled softly. “Mm, I’m sure.” you smirked, watching him eyeing your skirt. You reached down, tugging it up, revealing your panties that he wasted no time removing and tossing to the floor, he spread your legs wide open, moving in between them, you watched eagerly, biting your bottom lip. He really did look incredibly sexy after a show, you loved the sweat that dripped down his face and his hairy chest, the feeling of it against your skin when you made love, making you just as dirty and messy as he was. You snapped out of your daydreaming of Elvis fucking you, you lifted your shirt up over your head and tossing it to the floor and he smirked at the sight of you not wearing a bra. He reached down to unzip his suit enough to pull his cock out that was already growing hard in his hand.

You reached up wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down against you, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you. “Take what’s yours, baby. Fuck your reward.” You mumbled against his ear, letting out a soft whimper against it. “Well, shit, keep talkin’ to me like that, baby.” He said with a smirk, teasing your wet pussy with the head of his cock, slapping it gently against your clit, you let out a soft moan against his ear. “Don’t tease me, Elvis.. I want you deep inside of me.” You mumbled. You could tell your dirty talk was sending him over the edge, because he was forcing his cock inside of you roughly, you cried out against his ear, whimpering softly. “Such a good boy, I want you to fuck me hard..” you cooed in his ear. “Fuck, I love you.” He said between his groans, picking up the pace rather quickly as his hips slammed into your own, forcing every inch of himself inside of you with each thrust he made, you held onto him, gripping the fabric of his jumpsuit as your moans grew louder.

“Y-Yes, baby, just like that…” you moaned out, tilting your head back against the couch as he fucked you with a roughness you never felt before, he grabbed a hold of your hips, holding you down on the couch as he fucked you mercilessly. You brought your hands down to your breasts, cupping them tightly in your hands as you arched your back, moaning out his name loudly and mumbling a few words after repeatedly, “You’re such a good boy...” which you knew he loved hearing, he got off on it. His rings on his hands were piercing your skin the tighter he gripped your waist, leaving bruises behind, his sweat dripping down onto your body, only furthering the pleasure that you felt, he was groaning loudly against your neck, breathing heavily, almost out of breath but he kept up the rough tempo and rhythm within you, it felt like he was destroying you from the inside, you grabbed one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat. “Choke me, Elvis… Don’t you dare hold back..” You whispered. You knew the high he was riding after his shows did things to him and you knew it’d be the perfect time to get him to be as rough as he can be.

He was shocked at your behavior, but he was loving every minute of it, he had to admit you kept things interesting each time you had sex. He never knew what to expect from you. He wrapped his hand around your throat tight and it happened to be the hand with the most rings on it, so the coldness from them sent shivers down your spine and you whimpered from the rough feeling of them and him tightening his grip around your throat, making it hard for you to breath, you gasped softly as your moans slipped out muffled and now you were rocking your hips along with his movements, tangling one of your hands in his hair and tugging at it roughly, the both of you moaning and making all sorts of noises as your bodies collided with one another roughly, your orgasms rapidly approaching, you both reaching that peak of pure bliss. “D-Don’t you let a drop of your cum spill out of me, baby..” your words coming out muffled as his hand was still wrapped tight around your throat.

That completely sent him into a frenzy when he heard those words and he felt his body completely tense up on him, making him lose control as he reached his orgasm, filling you up with his cum that came shooting out of him, your body shook beneath him when you felt him cum and that’s when your body finally gave in and you came all over his cock, holding onto his hand that was around your neck as the two of you road out your orgasms together until you came to a stop, he let go of your throat, pulling himself out of you and collapsing on top of you, his body weight heavy on you, as he laid his head on your chest, breathing so heavy he couldn’t even speak. You combed your fingers through hair delicately, as you tried to catch your breath, giggling to yourself because of how crazy you made him, you glanced down at him, hugging your body and nuzzling his face into your chest. “Goddamn, woman… You are dirty little girl.” He mumbled against you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shrugging. “It’s your fault, you bring those things out of me.” You grinned. He finally lifted his head up, kissing the small bruises he left behind on your neck and kissing up to your lips, you kissed him back softly. “I love you, Y/N. God do I love ya, baby.” he chuckled. “I love you too, Elvis.” You grinned, kissing his lips once more. “Now I can shower.” He laughed, sitting up and tucking himself back into his suit, but before he could get up, you pulled him back to you. “Wait, I want to tell you something, honey.” You said softly. “Okay, tell me what?” he asked, smiling at you. “I know I said I needed a few days, but I don’t think I do. I’ve decided on keeping the baby…” you say softly. You watched the same excited expression form on his face from last night. “Are you serious, honey?” he asked. “Yes, Elvis, I am.” You smiled at him. “Holy shit, this is actually happening… I-I’m going to be a father.” He said excitedly, you watched as he couldn’t sit still again, beaming with happiness, which only made you even happier. “Well, I guess now’s a good time then.” He said as he walked into the bedroom abruptly, you sat up now with a confused look on your face.

“A good time for what?” you shouted out to him; you could hear him fumbling around in the drawers of his bedside table. “Elvis?” you called out to him, wondering what he was talking about. Then you saw him reappear from the bedroom, his hand behind his back and you were staring at him with an eyebrow raised. “What’s going on? What is this a good time for?” you questioned him. He walked toward you now, standing directly in front of you and then you watched as he dropped down onto one knee, his hand emerging from his back in front of you, a small black box in the palm of his hand, he opened it slowly and you felt your heart drop to your stomach and a lump forming in your throat once you realized what he was doing, the ring was enormous, it had a huge diamond in the middle with smaller ones surrounding it. “E-Elvis…” you say softly, your eyes already welling up with tears. “Wait a minute, baby… Let me just say what I need to say to you.” He said with a smile.

You nodded at his words, trying your best to keep the tears from flowing as he took a hold of your hand, pressing several kisses against it. “I don’t even know where to begin when it comes to you, I love you so much, I think I’ve always loved you from the moment I saw you from that tiny stage at the special. The prettiest little girl in the crowd, starin’ at me with those innocent doe eyes of yours.” He chuckled and that caused you to giggle, he held your hand tight, and you could tell he was nervous because his hand was shaking. “I didn’t think I’d fall this hard, but here we are, gettin’ to know you this past year has been a dream. We fight like hell sometimes and you can be a bit overdramatic, but it only makes me fall for you more. You know me better than anymore, honestly. You listen to me better than anyone, understand me. I truly believe my mother would’ve loved you, I believe she sent you to me.” He says with a big smile, by this point the tears were streaming down your face and you were a crying mess, he reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You watched him take the ring out and set the small box aside and he grabbed your hand again, he stared up at you with his blue eyes that were so soft in this moment, you anxiously waited for him to say those four little words.

“Y/N, baby, will ya marry me?” he asked softly, slowly sliding the ring onto your finger, pressing another kiss to your hand. You couldn’t stop crying now, staring down at the ring at your finger and then back at him, you leaned forward, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight. “Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you!” you said, pulling back from him and planting a loving kiss to his lips as you cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so so much, Elvis. That was so beautiful.” You said sniffling softly, trying to stop yourself from crying. “You’re not marrying me just because I’m pregnant, are you?” you asked not wanting to ruin the moment, but you had to know. He laughed, shaking his head. “No, silly girl, I had planned on doing this for some time, just didn’t know when or how. But this moment just felt right, y’know?” he said with smile.

You nodded slowly, staring at the huge ring on your finger as you squealed with excitement. “This ring, Elvis... It’s stunning.” You said, kissing his lips again and he returned your kiss with a grin, pulling you into his arms so when he stood up, he lifted you up with him, wrapping your legs around his torso, and your arms snaked around his shoulders tight as he carried you, you beamed happily, kissing the side of his face repeatedly. “Only the best for my girl. Now lets go shower, little one.” He said, chuckling softly as he whisked you away into the bedroom with him.

“When you are not in love, you’re not alive…” - EP

TAGLIST: @erutluve @idk3453 @elvisgirl35 @godlypresley @lindszeppelin @re3kin @elvisdoll @pennyroyalcreep @kaitaesupremacy @presleyturner @presleybewbie @samfangirls @ilovehobi101 @literally-just-elvis-fics

sorry if I missed anyone!

#elvis presley #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis smut #elvis fluff #elvis fanfic #68 comeback special #graceland

221 notes · View notes

eddywoww · 1 year

Note

23 for writing prompts? 👀

🤺

Bar nights were mandatory for staff.

Actually, no they weren’t.

They weren’t at all but Steve kind of had to go because if he didn’t go then everyone would have something to say come Monday and no amount of Robin’s, “Why do you even feel obligated? You don’t owe them anything.” Would be able to placate his endless nerves or guilt.

So he came to bar night.

He just forgot that his ex frequented this place and like, okay. It was all good. They could share one big room, one big bar. Even if he was maybe kind of a dick and if Steve maybe didn’t like talking about him but-

Eddie was next to him, their trusty office lackey. He’d started weeks ago and had been getting on Steve’s nerves for days, constantly asking him question after question about himself. Almost trying to wring a friendship out of thin air when Steve was sort of just at work to, you know. Work.

Except when he felt morally obligated to participate in after work bullshit.

Steve saw the moment his ex was getting ready to approach and he panicked hard.

Eddie must have been mid sentence, rambling about something and jingling his noisy bracelets around like a dumbass. But Steve didn’t care, he just-

“Pretend you’re- oh fuck, pretend you’re my boyfriend,” He blurted out, prompting Eddie to stare at him slack jawed. Confused and mystified, even as Steve’s ex finally gained ground and stood in front of him with far too friendly of a smile.

“Hey, Stevie.” Oh god, gross. Eddie wrinkled his nose up beside Steve. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Oh- yeah, you know. Just work- work stuff.” Steve said quickly, stumbling over his words. Why did it matter? His ex was a dick and it shouldn’t matter, it didn’t. But- “Just got done burning the midnight oil.”

What the fuck?

Eddie’s smile was growing, the befuddlement from before disappearing in seconds.

“Is this a coworker of yours?” His ex asked, Nick polite. Eddie grinned back and opened his mouth but Steve beat him to the punch.

“Boyfriend!” He said much too fast. His ex looked like maybe he was ready to flee, so that was good. “He’s my boyfriend. It’s new.”

“Is it?” Eddie asked, frowning over at Steve and only confusing his ex more. Steve discreetly attempted to elbow him, only serving to trip over his own feet so badly that Eddie had to rest a hand on Steve’s arm to steady him again. “Careful there, honey. Maybe you had a little too much to drink.”

Steve’s face was bright red and his ex looked suspicious as fuck and Eddie was not helping. His hand was much too warm over Steve’s bicep, skin to skin contact where there hadn’t been any for so long.

“I’m gonna….get a drink. We can catch up when I get back, yeah?” Steve’s ex asked, smiling bemusedly at Eddie and Steve in turn, before wandering off.

“So rude that he didn’t ask either of us if we wanted a drink,” Eddie mumbled, hand still on Steve’s arm. Rubbing circles with his d to lid thumb. “I mean, that’s like common courtesy.”

“Eddie,” Steve hissed through gritted teeth, yanking his arm away. “Can you- can you just- can you do better when he gets back?”

Eddie looked at Steve incredulously, brows lifting as he laughed.

“You’re really mad that I wouldn’t go along with your little- what even was that? Was he an ex or something? Are you trying to impress him? Cus I don’t think nearly falling-“

“Not trying to impress him,” Steve said with little patience. “He’s just- he’s a dick and- I’m not explaining this to you right now. Please just pretend to date me? Just for like, the time it takes to talk to him. Okay? Can you do that?”

Eddie tapped his chin, squinting his eyes all mock serious. They were pretty dark this close up.

“What’s in it for me?” Eddie asked, much to Steve’s annoyance. “I know. A date! Go on a date with me and I’ll pretend to do whatever it is you’re scheming.”

Steve breathed deep, his brain whiting out. A date? With Eddie? He didn’t-

“Wait,” Steve said in shock. “You- you want to go on like- a date? A date date? A romantic date with like, intentions?”

Eddie’s smile grew criminally softer.

“Yeah, a date with intentions, Steve.”

Suddenly impressing his ex seemed a lot less interesting.

#asks #my fic #blurbs #changed it a lil oopsie

39 notes · View notes

bbbexe · 1 year

Text

MINORS DNI

I can't draw digital to save my life, so I made my monster!Poppet oc Kalix, traditional. (I have been diagnosed with Vinnel brainrot, there sadly is no cure. Also I didn’t make this species, its heavily based off of a creature from game I used to play called a Kivarok) Their main fur color is black, with the shaded in parts being a really really dark purple. Their horns and claws are orange with a yellow gradient at the top/end. Similarly, their diamond patterns are orange, and get more yellow that further they are away from their torso. They have 7 white eyes on each side (on the front view i forgot to add one pair you did not see that, nothing is wrong :'))) ) that they can close individually. Will usually close all but their two main ones to not look 'weird' or have people feel like they're staring at them. Kalix's eyes also don't usually have pupils, but they consciously make pupils so that, along with their exaggerated body language/movement, speech, and gesticulation, their emotions can be read more easily while masking in public. Pupils are orange. The first three diamond patterns on Sir are eyes, one being a light yellow color, and the others becoming white. Their eyes / horns / patterns / claws have a slight glow. Has four arms in total. (maybe one day i'll have the urge to try and draw on ibis paint) Kalix's blood is orange :). They also have a mouth on their main head, but really really don't want to scare people they want to be friends with, and keeps it closed and hidden for the most part. They are 6'0 because I wish I was tall :').

I've been completely obsessed with @eldritch-spouse's universe for the past few days and just had to make this. I love love love her writing and really suggest you check out her blog if you like yanderes and monsters >:D Under the cut is some of my oc's info if anyone is interested :D (it's a lot of rambling lol)

Tw mentions of cannibalism and other illegal stuff.

“Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.” ― Juan Rulfo This is Kalix! (Named them this purely because the word makes my brain happy) They are a young adult monster, who suffers from loneliness brain damage! With symptoms that are very similar to ADHD. They forget what day of the week it is often, forget words mid conversation, and have a shit short term memory. Often forgets to eat and has a habit of not eating until their tail-head starts to nip/chew (omnomnom) at them. Will constantly loose things, even if they are currently holding said thing in their paw. Brings noise cancelling earbuds around and wears gloves because they are touch averse. Usually has one part of their body moving, leg bopping, playing with their fingers, etc. (heavily projecting here lol, they just like me fr) Are a residual hermaphrodite who flip flops between sex depending on temperature/season (has a slit covered by their fluff) and goes by all pronouns. Demi ace/aro (hahaha slowburn + oblivious to their own feelings, have fun with that Vinnel). Has a hard time understanding sarcasm and understanding their own feelings.

Kalix's tail has been named "Sir" as they thought the word was cool. They usually eat / drink using their head-tail. Sir is Kalix's subconscious/lizard brain, though they don't seem to realize that themself, thinking the tail-head as more of a sibling/pet. (and example for the subconcious/lizard brain thing being, Kalix stubbing their toe, wincing and making a joke, Sir whimpering and getting teary like the crybaby they secretly are) They can consciously control Sir for about 30 minutes before a headache starts cracking open their skull (usually their species would be able to do this all the time, but shhh don't tell the poor child, they'll cry). While talking through Sir, Kalix can mimic many many sounds / voices. It would honestly be easier to list what they can't mimic than what they can. They do have a tell though, as when they speak through Sir, they have a slight whisper echo. Also sadly because of brain injury, they can't cut off Sir's senses from their own. Wagging their tail super fast like a dog when excited / to stim will leave make them super dizzy. Sir also has a taste for human/monster flesh :))) Has some other abilities, like being able to store stuff in their shadow (they do this more often and don't get nauseous from it unless they try to fit a bigger object inside. Kalix usually makes it look like they're pulling stuff out from their chest fluff becuse i thought that would be silly), make shadow apparitions for a limited amount of time, wrap themselves in shadows to hide or stalk their 'prey', and if they really push themself, they can teleport through shadows (within a certain range etc.) at most two times a week. They feel nauseous and get headaches after this, and using their power too often/long or trying to store large objects will make them violently ill. (won't stop the dumbass from overusing their abilities to pull pranks on The Clergymen though) Has little physical strength (for a monster at least), although they can jump pretty high when spooked (hehe get it? halloween pun :> also foreshadowing~) Speaking of Halloween, it's one of Kalix's main hyperfixations. Their hyperfixations include: Halloween, (and by extension) candy making, horror book reading, driving (although ironically if Kalix is a passenger they get extremely car sick), juggling (picks this up after they see Vinnel do it and realize 1. its a fun way to stim and 2. they have four arms. they are terrible at first), baking (which is kinda funny cuz they cannot cook for shit), insect related stuff, (piss poor) sewing, and drawing (they usually like to draw stuff with the combination of gore and plants).

Always has candy corn on them (or it seems that way, it’s just in their shadow. Kalix likes how it looks like they can just summon candy corn out of nowhere).

Also do not let them drive. They will turn it into a car chase. Somehow. (They just like slamming into the cars chasing them and showing off their drifts and sharp turns) They work as a party planner / decorator and will practically beg on their knees to Admin to help decorate for the holidays, especially Halloween. (Admin will have to wrangle them during other holidays to make sure Kalix doesn’t start making them Halloween themed as well...

”Decorate your own apartment Easterween themed, Kalix...” cue Admin’s signature tired eye roll as Kalix gives the smaller human puppy dog eyes) After they learn The Clergy has rent able rooms, they'll definitely start living there. Kalix's room will be completely Halloween themed all year long. They'll also ask Admin if they can help out around the Clergy / help them (Kalix feels bad for Admin and all their responsibilities, but also thinks they're amazing for being so focused and hard working)

Kalix is a complete virgin, having not even touched themself because again, they see Sir as a ‘pet’ or sibling sort of, only that Sir is attached to them. Kalix always chalks up Sir’s similar reactions to them as both them and Sir having grown up together.(if this sentence makes sense? basically they chalk up Sir having similar reactions to how they feel inside to just them growing up being attached to each other) Also them denying full heartedly that they are a crybaby and that they like the taste of human/monster flesh. To be honest, after a few months of being around Kalix, The Clergymen will probably pick up on Sir being more connected to Kalix than the oblivious lizard (idk why but my nickname for them is lizard despite them looking like some lizard/cat/owl/spider mix. it just fits. also all the picures of cute dumb little geckos connect with Kalix in my mind) realizes. Although Kalix sure as hell won’t realize themself, and won’t have any kind of sexual interaction with anyone while under the impression that Sir is a pet. Someone’s gonna have the explain the them eventually or Vinnel might somehow go even more insane. (is a sadist masochist switch with a gore kink, though it'll take alot for them to admit it (or it would have if not for Kalix's first meeting with Grimbly and realizing they did not want to be a daddy/mommy/partner to the little dude, just a friend) Oh, and before i forget. Kalix unironically eats the most burned, charred, barely edible, can-barely-be-considered-food stuff. Completely unscathed. And they like it. They will eat coal (burning or not) in front of people occasionally to see their confused/grossed out/horrified reactions / to assert dominance. They're Vinnel's poppet for a reason :))))

They lived most of their life alone and when they were gracefully given a year long vacation by their warden, Kalix decided to try and make friends by integrating themself into human society. (Most others where they live avoid them/are afraid of them or occasionally someone will pity them but Kalix really dislikes that and would rather be ignored.) They stumbled upon The Clergy's Eye while stuck in a daydream / thought loop of how they were going to make friends. Going over the persona they had crafted (aka how they were going to mask the anxious, lonely, self conscious, and quiet crybaby they really are) and generally practicing conversations in their head. They were trying to go to the town's most popular bar, but ended up walking into The Clergy's Main floor / bar area (if im not mistaken). Kalix is just about able to handle being around Santi’s / and others pheromones due to years of exposure therapy (not a demon of my sort, will make sense in next post i prommy). (Ima make another post about how they met the TCE staff for the first time because this is hella long, thank you so much for reading if you made it this far. I hope you enjoyed my super self indulgent skrunkly child. I also left some stuff out that I really want to show via my writing later on :D)

#tw cannibalism #Kalix oc #my ocs #rambling #eldritch spouse #also sorry if I wrote anything ooc D:#I keep going back to add things I forgot #oh my god my poor brain

29 notes · View notes

dennydraws · 4 months

Text

Sometimes checking local bookstores have some rare finds...

And I was most definitely not expecting to find the FF14 Manga there but I take it XD;; I highly doubt it was intentional but having the price sticker over Asahi's face absolutely killed me lol

But this will be a talk about manga books and not specifically about FF14's manga book which was hilarious by the way XD;;

(Press F for Urianger... well, for Thancred really but ya know...)

It may come as a surprise but I'm not exactly a big manga reader. I think it was primary because manga wasn't as available or popular here when I was growing up and when I started spreading I started feeling too old for it. Now looking back, I was mid 20 I wasn't too old lol But also I was not in a financial position to spend on what I considered luxurious hobby materials. I never looked at manga books as anything but forbidden pricey thing that I could do without... even though looking back I could've learned a lot or enriched my art journey but... when you try to graduate university, freelance and cover for struggling and sick family these things are not something you think to spend on... ANYHOWSIES, I did not intend to share sad artist backstory, more like I wanted to explain my relationship with actual manga books has been an odd one XD;

It wasn't until recently that I started to actually go to bookstores during my lunch break and browse manga books and regular books too. However now they are so many that I get overwhelmed. Now that I have my preferences, I don't feel comfortable just grabbing a book on a whim. I still very much hate the idea of blindly spending on things that may not be of use to me. But even so I began to reach out, grab something, try it, see what I can learn from it. I feel like a teenager dipping toes into something they've always looked from behind the shop window but now they can actually afford it! XD;; I tried to start with books whose anime I deeply enjoyed and maybe look over what's around them - surely there will be something similar!

And then to my surprise I started noticing... Artbooks! Usually the ones I am interested in are on the obscure side? Or at least I've never found any of those I was interested in... ever XD

It has always been a lot more art books available here for WoW or LoL or whatever western-ish game franchise which... while I respect them, I just don't really enjoy their art style. And I did grow up surrounded by boys and a bully big brother whom I've always tried to impress or be "cool enough" to hang out with him (I was never cool enough to hang out with him u_u) and as result I had to deny myself a lot of things I was enjoying but I thought they are embarrassing - a lot of typically girly genres things because he'd mock them and if he mocks them then they were bad and I'd never be "cool enough" if I showed interest in them! Oh noes! Now that post turned into more personal down pour XD;

As years went on and after some reflection and years of existing in a healthy friend circle I started to enjoy the things I always wanted to enjoy growing up. I see them in new light now and I appreciate them with the eyes of a grown up while still kind of connect to this lost childhood spark. It's been really nice.

Plus I'm enjoying reading ...well, normal books, a lot more. Some years ago you wouldn't find me able to sit and read but now I do and quite enjoy it!

I don't know where I was going with this post XD I wanted to share I found the FF14 manga in a local store during my lunch break and it escalated to, I've been slowly buying and reading more manga and artbooks as of this year! It's never too late to reconnect with things you wanted to enjoy but couldn't in the past :D;;

Anyhow! Thank you for reading this silly lil ramble post, dear web traveller! I hope you will have great rest of the day and smooth week ahead!

#Good Morning!#Denny rambles about manga books :D #its been a while since I talked about them irl things

17 notes · View notes

sugar-glaze-donut · 2 years

Text

Day 1 - 1

Game mode (start)

[all data has been synced!]

Akkoku Academy

A well renowned Academy, known for its talented students and varying subjects ranging from the arts to history

You are one of the many transfer students from another academy, recommended to this school by the professors from Akkoku Academy

They gave you an invitation to their school and you accepted

Next week is your first day as a student at Akkoku Academy

As no one you know goes to the academy, you're willing to take a fresh start in life!

With excitement and nervousness filling your veins, you hope to make friends. Perhaps finding someone more than a friend. A best friend! :D

With your belongings in your hand, you walk through the school gates, excitement increasing with each step.

A faculty member greets you, and guides you to the dorm buildings.

There were multiple dorm buildings, each containing about 13-16 students. The faculty member led you to the dorm building which is much smaller but looked much newer than the others.

The building had a sign that said “New dorms for transfer students”

[Faculty member]: Your dorm will be here! Your 3 other dorm members will arrive soon. This dorm has 3 to 4 student rooms, personal bathrooms, a small lounge area, and a kitchen. You are welcome to adjust the interior however you like. Going outside the campus after school is allowed but the curfew is strictly 10 p.m. On weekends and holidays, you are allowed to leave the campus at anytime freely but it's your responsibility to stay safe.

The faculty member rambles on about the dorm rules

[Faculty member]: ...that's all from me. Hope you do well on your first day

Once the faculty member leaves, you open the dorm

It's pretty big and clean in here.

You go to the hall and see that there are 4 student rooms. You go to the one that has [MC] labeled on the door

The room looks blank right now. But maybe you could buy some decorations for it.

You unpack your belongings and lie down on the bed

It's mid-day so the students still have classes

What would you do?

Chose (Every choice you make will use a certain amount of time. For now, every choice until school starts will take 10 minutes)

A. Explore your dorm

B. Walk around the campus

C. Take a nap

D. Go to the entrance of the dorm building

Relationships

None

Other Info

Time: 10:10 A.M (Period 2 classes just started)

Inventory: Phone, notepad, pen

??? - unlocked when you meet !4+0

[all data has been successfully saved!]

#devil butler with black cat #akuneko #game start #day 1

43 notes · View notes

gods-graveyard · 6 months

Text

SO- Life update (no trigger or even neg, just general shit) because I also use this blog to ramble. My dad retiried from the airforce (whoo) so ive spent like the past 4 days surrounded by no less than 6 people at any given moment.

I have a semi pro camera but found out the hard way my batteries expired when it DIED mid ceremony.

BUT I had some lovely talks with a ton of people and hung out with the neighbor couple and their 4 month old (she got fussy so they had to leave early and I made it my personal mission to set aside some of the cake (vanilla w/ grape jam- honestly 11/10) for them later)

After party had chickfila, I accidently scared a lady so much she threw her wine onto the wall (que like 6 adults + my dad trying to get it off before my step mom noticed, all in good fun though)

I finally managed to escape and my sister congratulated me (My aunt stole my room so im currently banished to the giant beanbag in my sisters since we couldnt find the air mattress) so I basically passed out.

But not before enjoying update texts from the dnd group (since this was legit the first time i missed a session) my other friend played my character and went "I had Kamari call someone an uncivilzed bitch and then you god drunk off your ass and fell asleep in a barrell" which 10/10 charertization.

That passed and I woke up today and basically ended up sleeping 99% of the day away until my aunt was like "Hey you wanna go to H-mart"? which was "Hey can you drive me and your sister to H-mart and I buy you shit"?

We got a shit load of snacks and spent a half hour googling if Takoyaki chips used actual octopus (im allergic) but we came to the conclusion 89% chance they dont, and if they do I can sue (jk).

One of the best parts though where these tiny bean paste cakes with rice paper wrapping that kinda stuck to your teeth. The matcha ones?? 10/10 love them. But I also got some red bean jam ones that had coloful wrapping. They were HORRID. Come to find out they also had a giant warning label for ARSENIC, LEAD, AND FUCKING C A D M I U M.

S O- We threw them away pretty soon after and enjoyed some lychee gummies. Now i'm in my room because I forgot I had a massive forensic science vocab quiz due in two hours (as im writing this) and its the difference between me finishing the class w/ an B or a C (not my best work tbh) ANYWAYS- Thats been my week, also cuz I missed dnd there will be no "Part whatever the fuck" of my marauders quotes, but I did get a few bangers from drunk military guys at the party ill be sure to share once I have more. (Here is the bean paste)

#sunny rambles #rants and rambles #where tf is my tag??#sunny rants and rambles #sunnys rants and rambles #gee thanks tumblr #life update #college life #avoiding work lol

3 notes · View notes

feralnumberfive · 1 year

Note

I wanna read your ramble about planes more

And I couldn't be any happier to share with you, especially on today, National Aviation Day! ☺️

I'll talk about a real cool and gorgeous plane I saw last month, but first let me tell you about its kind.

The P-51 Mustang was the hotrod fighter of WWII, and easily the most famous fighter of WWII. It was designed and built in just 100 days, and was revolutionary as it was the first aircraft to successfully be designed with a laminar flow wing.

There were a handful a Mustang variations, but here are the most common. The most notable differences are their canopies. A-C had what is called a "birdcage" or "razorback" canopy while the D model had a "bubble" canopy that provided a 360° view (note: The P-51C could also have the Malcom Hood and the P-51B could also have a birdcage canopy)

There is an odd looking bump on the belly of the Mustang that is a cooling scoop for the radiator and oil. While aerodynamically it looks like it causes more drag, which it does, it actually takes advantage of a cool effect called the "Meredith effect." Due to the fact that the hot radiator is inside of the scoop, there is actually a backdoor on the scoop that blows out the hot and pressurized waste air.

This pressurized air being blown out is actually producing thrust, like a jet engine and more specifically a ramjet, and for the Mustang it produces about 300 lbs of thrust. So the "Meredith effect" is that despite the scoop itself producing more drag on the airframe, the thrust being produced nearly equalizes the effect of the drag and offsets it.

Okay, now onto one of the most beautiful planes I have had the pleasure of seeing. This is a P-51C named "Thunderbird" that has quite the history.

Hollywood actor and WWII bomber pilot Jimmy Stewart owned this plane after the war ended. "Thunderbird" never saw service in WWII as it was a surplus aircraft and instead was bought and used as a race plane. It won the 1949 Bendix race trophy and had an average speed of 470 mph, which was record setting at the time. Due to the paint on the plane and how polished it was, it actually gained 8 mph in flight.

In late 1949 famous WASP pilot, and leader, and one of the most well known women aviators and record setters named Jackie Cochran bought "Thunderbird" where she set more world records in it. She eventually sold it back to Jimmy Stewart before it was passed onto more owners.

The aircraft was involved with a crash in 1955 and began part recovery for restoration in 1999. In 2007 the restoration of this aircraft began and was finished in mid 2023. In early June it had its first post restoration flight. It is painted in 100% original colors and has the same designs it wore when it won the Bendix trophy. It had been painted less than one week prior to when I saw it, so it was a very clean and neat Mustang!

A neat fact about this aircraft was that after Queen Elizabeth II was coronated it was used to fly the coronation tapes for CBS from Newfoundland into the United States as it was trusted for its speed to complete the job

Alright, (long) ramble over. Thanks for letting me share!

#unless there was anything specific about planes/aviation in general you wanted me to ramble about- just let me know!#I have seen all of the Mustangs pictured in person (besides the A model ''Miss Virginia''). The D model ''Gunfighter'' is based in Iowa! 😊#I absolutely love talking about aviation. I will probably be talking a little more about planes here soon-#since I'm about to start school in a day for aviation maintenance!#ask #anon #aviation

7 notes · View notes

tiredassmage · 8 months

Text

@eorzeashan god okay where do i even begin attempting this... kdnfa;lkfdsdkmlfdk almost constantly. and... maybe less so developing as far as actively occurring timeline-wise, but actively developing insofar as driving me insane trying to figure out exactly what they are to each other? oh yeah, that's new almost every week, lmao.

and this... isn't (hopefully) going to even touch on what the hell happened to them when i put them both in baldur's gate 3 because that's very easily it's own essay, but seeing that develop did give me some interesting insights into their commonalities and... I guess a bit more material to see their whole... thing in action.

this is... i think just going to be a ramble and we'll... see where we go xD

what i feel i have to start with because i'm constantly forgetting it and then getting blindsided by it is the fact that, technically, alucren's the oldest by two years - and maybe evidently with that measure given it's not just because of the whole carbonite situation but let's not get so off-topic so early, maybe, lol.

the reason i mention this like it's important is... well, a) because this drives alucren a little batty sometimes, but primarily because b) it affects the kind of mentorship between them and that's... what i'd call the core of their relationship, at the end of the day. some... odd flavor of mentorship.

because where i say alucren wasn't ever ideal for the role of cipher (and trust me, keeper knew it when he was hired, but when you're upriver with limited paddles in the galactic war, you'll take what you can get), tyr... crafted his entire life around being that. which also ties into that thing about what they have to lose when we're looking at how do they react to a crisis event like kotxx showing up on their door.

so tyr worked with imperial intelligence - and, in general, the imperial military as a whole, frankly - longer than alucren. he's got more practical experience, and his experience and actions from chapter one go into training intelligence operatives that come after him, regardless of his feelings on the matter.

so, some of their oddity i may have mentioned before starts with the fact that tyr's... yes, a few years younger, but with how things shake out, given their roles and experiences in imperial intelligence, tyr's the more senior, ranking operative of the two of them. technically. who wears more officer stripes between the two of them given their differences in reverence for their sith masters is maybe a different story, but that always feels... real nebulous to wrangle with inside of the empire's intelligence operations anyway, let alone trying to figure out how that might translate into the coughing corpse of imperial intelligence getting strung up to flesh out the operations of sith intelligence post-corellia.

the short of it for the two of them is that tyr's... his commanding officer, in a sense. and this really doesn't bother either of them, but you'll also know by now that alucren's stubborn. and maybe a bit of an instigator. and maybe it's something about feeling like he's got something left to prove - maybe not to their collective superiors, but... at least to himself, really.

looking at that weird block of years that are the sort of... mid-expansion content, i guess you'd say (so we're like... ilum and makeb in through shadow of revan. still with me?), alucren's got to wrangle with figuring out what his new role is. which... maybe you'd think is more defined because his loyalties aren't tested the same way tyr's are. alucren hasn't had his faith in that system really rattled and tested the way nine has. his purpose is as it always was: to serve the empire, the sith, in whatever way their superiors see fit.

and alucren doesn't see what tyr does, then: tyr's continued job security? risky. just because what remains of intelligence may or may not still think his work as cipher nine was some of the best an operative could've done doesn't mean people like those on the dark council do.

marr is... reasonable. but marr states himself, clearly, that he has no love for the games of spies. tyr's talents are potentially beneficial then, and marr isn't the kind to waste a potential tool just because he woke up in a foul mood that day, but makeb... has interesting implications for when tyr is assigned as project leader.

failure is not an option for the imperial team on makeb, particularly when tyr is involved. framing it with his experience in the class story, with his (hidden, still) ties as a double agent, with his history of risk to defy the dark council, there's less ways for the empire to potentially lose if they put someone like him on that team. not necessarily over someone like alucren (who is unquestioningly loyal, if a bit of a heavy-handed leader when put in a similar role, and more unwilling to compromise), but in general - the way that ends up framed is that if he succeeds with this team, the empire has a desperately needed victory, and tyr's earned his stay of execution for another day. if that team fails, if they lose makeb, the failure can be pushed off on weak links within the team. inadequate leadership.

a nice, safe scapegoat in an intelligence asset the dark council wanted retired nearly two years prior. a clean way to eliminate a risky asset without too much additional work. not that losing makeb is ideal. again, failure isn't an option.

and i'm nearly losing my own point, but this i explain mostly to demonstrate tyr's headspace - tyr's reality versus what someone like alucren might see. alucren still sees nine, keeper's poster child, if you will. one of their favorite operatives. of course he's still involved. not that he hasn't put in the work for the ongoing roles, but... alucren sees a mask to test.

but then... there's more than that. there becomes more than that. because i think... tyr sees a bit more clearly what alucren has going on behind the sharp smirk and taunting eyes than... alucren particularly realizes the depths of his own... concerns, uncertainties, what have you's about... life and the empire and the galaxy and so on.

and tyr is a very, very well-established bleeding heart. who has one hell of a time leaving well enough the fuck alone.

alucren's behavior worries him. on a surface level, as a superior, it's because he's liable to be arrogant and cocky. he's headstrong and might not always take tyr's orders seriously. but that's a bit of a double-edged sword, because tyr's actual concern? is that alucren takes their superiors orders a little too by the letter.

he's a functional enough operative, absolutely. he'll get a job done if you put it in front of him. but tyr sees that he's missing... what he's experienced as a core lesson in this profession: that doesn't mean shit. and it won't save you if you get on a sith's bad side. and, oh, is that possible regardless of your best intentions. no matter how loyal.

so, tyr... being tyr, can't... let that concern go. not really. alucren nips at his nerves for kicks when they work together, sure, but he's also pretty damn sure ellery's doing a lot more... feeling, at least, about all that's going on in their world than he lets on. if not, y'know... actively reflecting on what that means for him. and tyr... couldn't live with letting the door bite his ankle on the way out, if it came to it.

and what alucren learns about tyr in this... closer working relationship they have now that they're somewhere between ciphers and soldiers is... tyr doesn't do anything by halves. tyr doesn't put his name on anything he doesn't intend to see through - as much, you know, as a spy can be counted to do so for someone they're being genuine with. maybe the better thing to say is that he comes to see tyr for someone who doesn't fight for things he doesn't have a damn good reason to believe in. tyr doesn't start fires just to watch them burn - he's got a purpose.

and that complicates something like the events of forged alliances and shadow of revan. because that's not particularly an event that alucren's more black and white world guides have contingencies for. that tyr goes selectively rogue on such an operation, that he risks his position like that... whether alucren wants to admit it or not, some part of him knows enough about tyr to know that tyr's got a scent he can't leave lie, and he's going to do what he believes is right to find the source and deal with the consequences. if that means upsetting a few more dark councilors to find a truth, then so be it.

that's... not something alucren could do so confidently. and he won't - is what i say is demonstrated by where he ends up during the gap between ziost and kotfe. it's... where tyr is a leader, someone so determined in the fact that he can help that jumping off a cliff is worth the risks, where alucren is more of a follower. alucren needs to know more about the risks before he'll commit to something outside of his usual status quo, before he'll jump tracks to something new or different.

and knowing that about each other... leads them to interesting conflicts where they argue for one course of action or another based on their personal understandings of the world. because they know the other understands. if they could just... close that last gap of logic sometimes...

there may have been a time where alucren would've shot him without hesitation if he ever figured out tyr was a double agent. not... necessarily the more they know each other. alucren might still hiss about it, but... he comes around to this understanding that can't ignore... everything tyr went through even though they never discuss the details. he doesn't have to know about what happened on eradication day, the kind of deal he made with ardun kothe, not even about the castellans to understand that something happened to give tyr this... willingness to leave the empire behind, this conviction that something's wrong with their system. because tyr doesn't commit to just any hollow promise. he knows too well tyr would take a hit for him, if it ever came to it. they both know alucren has a hard time making that promise back in the same terms, but tyr still trusts that, if it really came to it, alucren's someone he could rely on to do a job.

and that's... really the core of it, i think. layered behind a... weird twist of other layers to their relationship. sometimes at least one of them (usually alucren; there's... a theme in here about how he has a hard time exactly describing his emotions and his relationships) will hesitate to say that they're friends. there's nothing... quite romantic in it, either, for all that i tease that tyr's part of his whole bisexual awakening.

is there something sometimes sexual about it? tyr would never tell. he does tell alucren to wipe that smug fucking smirk off his damn face and be on time in the morning, ellery.

(yes, sometimes. alucren is capable of making tyr use some particularly vehement language the likes of which he is not known for using. it's all... very dramatic of them, frankly. alucren's competitive streak brings out the wrestling, scuffling teenage boy in both of them, if you will.)

they never exactly get along perfectly, but. they fill a role for each other with enough understanding that's... pretty damn hard to find in their field of expertise, so. they can't ever quite leave whatever they do have between them go entirely.

and i think... most surprisingly for both of them is... alucren i think... would lie for him, if it ever came to it. he'd never quite be able to follow tyr's path entirely, he'd never be able to bring himself to leave the empire, but...

they have different ideas about what the "end" of this kind of career, given how long they have survived it, should look like. and they're just fine for them, individually. it doesn't mean the other should have to pay another price because that's not a universal answer, y'know?

#dot talk #god they make me rrAAGGGHH you know #they're sO. JUST.#they live in my walls and they don't really explain themselves to me either so. you're not alone #ch: tyr #ch: alucren #swtor #imperial agent #like that aliens meme. AGENTS!#and what they DO to me #and what they do to EACH OTHER #shakes them around like a cocktail shaker chckchckchkchCKCHCK #i hate them i love them alucren would bite him and maybe that's flirting maybe it isn't y'know how it is

4 notes · View notes