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a-daydreamers-stories · 5 months ago

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Hey! This is an AU I thought would be fun and thanks to my friend @sherriesherbet I decided to write it! I'm not an expert in COD or UFC, so things will be wrong, sorry. This will be multiple parts, not sure how many yet. Hope you enjoy it!

The reader is a plus-size reader, this will be an 18 + story, minors do not interact

Never done this fandom before so if you'd like to be tagged for future parts let me know

Chapter warnings: Violence? Nothing really specifically mentioned yet

Chapter 1

Reader’s POV

“Please come with me! I won these two amazing tickets and my bud that was supposed to go is sick.” My brother whined out as he looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. I sighed and instantly regretted letting him into my apartment, it was my night off and I had been looking forward to lounging in my pjs as I ate takeout and watched sitcoms.

“Don’t you have any other friends to take?”

“No! Everyone else is busy or out of town since its last notice.”

“And you assumed I wasn’t busy?” I raised an eyebrow at him, he turned to look around my living room and then to the pjs I was already wearing.

“You are?”

“Yes I am,” I huffed at him and folded my arms over my chest as I snuggled deeper into the couch. “Now fuck off, I’m not going.”

“Please! I have no one else, I’ll get you dinner too! Anything that you want just please come with me…” He begged even going so far as to get on his knees and hold his hands together.

“Fine... Fine! I’ll go, what the hell do I even wear to this?”

“Just go put on jeans and a shirt.” He jumped up and fist-pumped the air like the dork he was.

“Whatever you owe me,” I grumbled as I got off the couch, pushing him onto it as I made my way to the bedroom. I quickly showered and changed into jeans and a nice black tank top before putting on my sneakers. Walking out of my bedroom my brother popped up from the couch as I did with a big smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back, though I did shake my head at him.

“Ready?” He asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” After grabbing my phone and purse, I nodded and gestured for him to head out of my apartment. We left my apartment before I locked it up and headed to him to his car. “So how did you win these tickets?”

“Radio contest spent a whole day listening to get these and I swear I called like 20 times but then I won! They’re amazing tickets too, fucking front-row seats!”

“Okay okay calm down before you start hyperventilating.”

“I’m just so excited!”

“I can tell, remember to breathe though I don’t want to die because you passed out at the wheel.”

“Shut up,” He playfully pushed my shoulder as he continued to drive towards the stadium. I couldn’t help but laugh, it was so funny to watch him get so excited like a teenager going to their first concert. We eventually made it into the stadium, parking had been a nightmare situation to try and figure out. He pulled out the tickets and we were guided to our seats, my brother moved into his seat and shot me an excited grin as I sat beside him.

“Are you going to fangirl when these guys come out?”

“No!” He narrowed his eyes at me in a playful glare.

“Uh-huh,” I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes before something behind me caught his eye and he gasped.

“Oh god…”

“What?” I asked in confusion before looking in the direction he was looking in, an older man with mutton chops was slowly coming down one of the walkways. Tight black t-shirt molded over his wide shoulders and straining on his biceps and jeans that molded to a very delicious ass. The back of his shirt had the number 141 on it. “Who’s that?”

“That’s John Price, he’s the head coach for the 141 Academy, his top boys are fighting tonight, and behind him coming out for the first fight is Gaz!”

“Gaz? What kinda name is Gaz?” I asked as I spotted the handsome bronze man, probably somewhere near my age or my brother’s, coming down the hallway behind him in gold UFC shorts.

“Well his real name is Kyle Garrick but he goes by Gaz in the ring.” Gaz flashed a smile and waved at the crowd causing a lot of girlish giggling and whistling as he moved to the ring. John patted him on the back and whispered in his ear, Gaz nodded back to him twice before flashing him a bright smile and clapping John’s shoulder. He practically bounced into the ring, full of energy and oozing charm. It was hard to believe someone as pretty as him, fights for a living but then his fight starts and you can see the hardness settling into his features, making him a little sharper and his entire focus is on the fight.

He and the other man in the ring are similarly built but Gaz is faster and more calculated with his strikes, it doesn’t end in a knockout but Gaz does win the fight in the end. The referee lifts his arm at the end which causes a quick grimace to fall on Gaz’s face before he flashed the crowd a blinding smile, that’s only slightly bloody, which causes the crowd to lose their minds as they erupt into ear-piercing screams. I couldn’t help but clap for the man before he got out of the ring and John patted him on the back with a proud smile, saying something to the fighter. Looking him over before nodding to a different hallway than the one he came out of.

“He’s sending him to the medic to get looked over, the other guy managed to hit him pretty hard in the ribs.” My brother explained as Gaz walked away, cheers following him as he went. John moved his sight back to the other hallway and a few minutes later another man appeared from there, this man had a mohawk and was a bit broader than Gaz had been with blue UFC shorts on.

“Who’s this one?” I asked my brother.

“Oh! This is Soap! He’s from Scotland.”

“Soap? Why the fuck is he called Soap?”

“Because he’s a slippery motherfucker.” My brother smirked and I snorted at that rolling my eyes.

“Alright, gotta admit that’s pretty original for a UFC fighter name.”

Soap stopped in front of John and started talking, it was still too loud to hear him clearly over the crowd but there were bits and pieces of an accent that reached us, John rested his hands on Soap’s shoulders and made the younger man look at him before he started talking to Soap. Soap nodded to him, a smirk on his face, there was a cocky yet capable attitude to him. John squeezed Soap’s shoulders before nodding to him and stepping aside, Soap got into the ring. The man he was facing was slightly taller than Soap and not quite as wide.

The fight started and it was clear why they called him Soap, even with his wide frame, Soap dodged hits smoothly. He taunted his opponent with a smirk and a cocky joke but while his opponent grew hot-headed, Soap remained cool and calm. Gaz came back in the middle of the fight and stood next to John to watch Soap’s fight. He cheered Soap on from the sidelines till the fight ended and Soap was pronounced the winner, the crowd went nuts for the Scot.

His lip and was split and he had a black eye forming but overall he was in good shape as he made his way out of the ring. Gaz patted him on the back in congratulations and John rubbed his head affectionately as Soap beamed at the two of them. John pointed towards the Med hallway and Soap shook his head before saying something to John with a lopsided grin on his face.

There was a hush that settled over the crowd suddenly and I looked at my brother confused, he nodded excitedly towards the hallway the men of the 141 Academy had been coming out of. My breath caught in my throat as I turned to look at the man coming down the walkway, he was an absolute tank of a man in red UFC shorts. Taller than the other two fighters and his biceps were bigger than my head, with crocodile scars covering them and the upper part of his chest.

“That’s Mace…” My brother whispered in my ear, his voice in awe.

“His UFC name is Mace or his actual name?”

“Honestly? No one knows, he only goes by Mace.” My brother shrugged. We watched as Mace made it to the other men by the ring. John nodded toward him and Mace threw him a feral smirk and a nod in return, before getting into the ring. The crowd erupted into loud cheers and screams as he made it into the ring. This fight was the most interesting so far, Mace was a vicious opponent and his opponent couldn’t do more than block the harsh blows that Mace landed. By the end his opponent was a bloody mess that had only managed to land a few good blows, even though they didn’t seem to phase Mace much, it didn’t surprise anyone when the referee lifted his arm as the winner. He got out of the ring and wrapped an arm around Soap’s shoulder, smirking as he talked to him, Gaz, and John.

“Next is the main event of the night, it’s the last fight!” My brother told me and then pushed my shoulder excitedly as the hallway door opened again. My gaze traveled to the man coming out and my eyes widened as my stomach fluttered, this man was huge too. Just as big if not a little taller than Mace, though his arms were slightly smaller, he was no less intimidating though maybe more so with the look on his face. He had blonde hair, that was short on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He had scars on his face, small ones scattered along his face, a large one going diagonal from his chin to the bottom of his eye, and another larger one going down through his eyebrow on the other side. He had on black UFC shorts but right above where the short ended on his right leg was the design of a skull.

“That’s Ghost…”

“Ghost?”

“Yeah, no one knows what his name is either. They just call him Ghost.”

“Let me guess because he’s a killer in the ring?” I smirked though I couldn’t take my eyes off the man as he made his way down to the ring.

“That but he’s also a spooky fucker.” My brother chuckled. Ghost stopped in front of the other fighters and John, who spoke to him for a moment. Ghost just gave John a curt nod before he made his way into the ring. There were no smirks, no waves, he barely acknowledged the crowd gathered to watch him fight, only that his eyes scanned over the stadium while he waited for the fight to start.

A shuddering breath escaped me as his eyes met mine pausing in his scan, the only thing that came to mind as this god of a man looked at me was to smile at him. His head tilted slightly and I could have sworn I saw a tick of one side of his mouth, almost like he would return it before he looked away towards his opponent. An intense focus settled over his face as he rolled his broad shoulders, waiting for his opponent to strike first.

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dreamingofep · 10 months ago

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Sinned Awakening pt. 23 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing, spanking, SMUT, oral, fingering, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! I was missing writing some smutty scenes for these two but oof🫣 This is just pure filth. Please enjoy😉

Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3 ! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

You felt your anger boil over at Elvis’ behavior. This wasn’t new, he always played with you and teased you to no end, but this was unbearable. You were just trying to gain your bearings as a vampire and he just had to get you all riled up. He won, yet again, so it shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does.

You slam the empty blood bag on the table and storm out of the room. You can hear Elvis’ pompous little laugh ring out as you leave and it only pisses you off more. He thought it was funny teasing you like that! Watching you beg and whimper in agony for him. You can’t get a grip on any of your emotions right now and everything feels out of hand. All you want to do is scream and shout at him for being so difficult and then the next, you want to tease him back, making him beg for you in so many different ways. But your anger got the best of you for some reason and that thought had to be put on hold. You’ve never felt so upset about something as trivial as wanting blood, but everything was different now. The need for it was overwhelming and you couldn’t help but be a little scared by these feelings.

You pull the robe off of you and go into the closet to find something else to put on. You put on some panties and slip on a light flowy dress to go on the balcony and cool down.

Opening the sliding door, you step outside and the ocean breeze hits you. All these overwhelming sensations hit you at once; it was way too bright out here, the smells you were breathing in were all too strong and powerful, and the noise of the city below you was ear-shatteringly loud.

You cover your ears with your hands in the hope that can block out some noise but it’s no use. Your nose burned with aromas of food and the sea salt of the ocean and….blood. Oh shit, you smell it everywhere. You can smell all kinds of different traces of blood coming from below you and it makes you hungry all over again even though your thirst subsided not two minutes ago. You look down over the balcony and see people walking from the beach and the more you focus on them, the stronger the scent of blood swirled in your head.

Oh shit, this isn’t good… oh God what do I do…

You can’t help but panic a bit, not being able to get a grasp on your new heightened senses. Your body jumps when you feel Elvis grab your arm.

“Honey?” He says quietly.

You turn around quickly and look up at him frazzled.

“It’s okay honey, just calm down,” he says placidly. You yank your arm away from him and scowl.

“Do you think I’m going to listen to you now? After treating me like that? No, just go away,” you snap at him, pushing past him to go back into the bedroom. The loud commotion outside still rings in your head and you can’t get it to be any quieter. You grumble frustrated, not knowing what to do or how to calm yourself down.

You feel Elvis grab your arm once more and he squeezes it tighter to keep you still.

“No, I’m not goin’ away. You need to listen to me or do you want to hear every last sound on Earth until it drives you crazy hmm?” He asks calmly, but his eyes look at you intensely.

“I can figure it out by myself! Stop smothering me,” you snap.

He gives you a crooked little smile and lets out a low growl. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You scream in protest, “Let me down! Right now Elvis! This isn’t funny!” You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he’s still stronger than you making it all pointless in fighting him. You feel a hard spank land on your ass making you yelp by the contact of his hand.

“That’s enough from you,” he snaps. You hadn’t been spanked by him in so long that it surprised you the way it felt.

He sets you down firmly on the bed and holds your arms down by your side. His eyes are blazing but his overall demeanor is calm and collected.

“You don’t wanna listen? That’s fine, don’t listen to me. But I know how to make you listen so just keep that in mind. I’ll get no pleasure out of it trust me,” he growls. You feel your heart pound away and you challenge him by looking straight into those intense golden eyes.

“Yeah I’m sure you won’t,” you say smartly, grumbling under your breath. You get hit by this wave of anger coming off of him that makes you freeze. He wasn’t joking anymore and was dead serious about your attitude.

“Woman I swear to Christ,” he says through his teeth, turning you around quickly, and making you face down on the bed. You grunt and try to squirm out of his grasp. He holds your wrists crossed together with one of his hands and puts them at the small of your back.

“Elvis!” you warn. He doesn’t listen as he proceeds to pull your dress up and rip off your panties in one quick motion.

He leans down and growls in your ear, “Don’t you Elvis me, you lay there and take your punishment,” he says shortly. That’s when you feel him spank you on the ass, hard, the sting of his hand leaving your backside hot.

“Shit,” you yelp.

You keep trying to get your hands free, thinking with this new strength you possess, maybe you can wiggle your way out of this. Even with just one hand keeping you still, he’s much more powerful than you and all your fighting strength is useless in trying to get yourself free.

He gives you another hard swat and you gasp out in shock.

“Elvis don’t you-,” you yelp as you feel his hand spank you again.

“I turned my wife into an immortal brat haven’t I?” He growls, swatting you again. “I thought you loved me enough to listen to me,” he grumbles.

You feel the anger inside you hit the brink and you can feel your fangs descend out of anger. You twist your head over your shoulder and bare your teeth at him. He laughs amused at you and gives you another spank, fire roaring inside you. The stinging left on your skin makes your eyes water and gasp for breath. He pushes your head down back on the bed, leaning down once more to make you listen.

“Oh honey you did not just hiss at me… are you really going to make me spank you harder,” He hisses back at you. He gives you one more hard spank and your body betrays you and a moan comes out of you. He snickers at this reaction and gives you one more for good measure, making you moan again.

“Sucha bad, bad girl. I can’t believe my own wife is acting this way,” he hisses, squeezing a handful of your ass in his hand. You groan at the added pressure and feel his thumb graze your entrance.

“Honey please, stop teasing,” you whimper, feeling your arousal pool inside you.

“Are you ready to listen or do you want me to keep spanking you,” He asks devilishly, his fingertips grazing your folds more as he runs his hand back up to your ass. You can’t help but moan again when he does that. You wanted him more than anything and all he’s done is tease you to death.

“Goddamn it you’re impossible,” you groan, “stop teasing me and do something good with those hands for once,” you say over your shoulder and give him a sly smirk.

“You are the impossible one!” He growls, flipping you over on your back and going straight in for your neck and nipping there. It wasn’t a playful bite, it served as a warning. You both growl as he does this and he looks down into your fiery eyes.

“Listen to me, please,” he says low, making you sit up and focus on him. You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. He kneels down and takes your hands in his but you try to get free from his grasp.

“Enough please, I’m trying to help you,” he says.

“You have a weird way of doing it,” you huff.

“Y/n! No more! You can’t deal with this all on your own. I’m trying to help you in the best way that I can!”

“You know I had to figure all my abilities out on my own and do you know where that got me? It turned me into an unrestrained, blood-obsessed vampire that wreaked havoc on any human I came into contact with. One that couldn’t stop feeding even when I was full. I will not have you develop the same habits as me. I couldn’t block out any of my other senses and the only way I knew how to was to feed and feed til I didn’t feel anything more. That’s what will happen if you don’t learn how to control yourself,” he growls.

The air felt thick with tension and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. You should be thankful you had him trying to help you in any way he could even if you didn’t want him to.

“I umm.. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know how hard it was on you. I honestly didn’t know how hard all of this would be,” you confess, looking away from him.

“I know, you just need to trust me that what I’m trying to teach you is going to help in the long run. I know how overwhelming this all is and think it’s unfair, but I wish I had someone telling me no and showing me how to live with these powers properly,” he says pausing, “It probably would have saved me a lot of self-loathing that you love so much,” he teases.

“I get it, I’m listening,” you say low, throwing daggers back at him.

“Okay, good. First thing, that temper of yours is going to get you in trouble if you don’t learn to control it.” He quips. You roll your eyes at him and he lifts your chin to look at him. His silent warning comes off like a siren and you divert your eyes away.

You try to recollect yourself. “I’m listening, I swear,” you tell him.

“With our abilities, every emotion’s heightened, so when you feel anger, it's like a radioactive bomb just went off inside of you. It doesn’t need to be that way, or actually, it shouldn’t be that way. There’s no need to get that upset about anything in this world when everything comes to us so easily. So when you get upset, you don’t need to let the whole world know. It's best to learn how to let things go because a human will always be in the path of your anger. Also because I can feel your emotions now tenfold, it would be nice to not feel so angry too. I thought I had my temper under control before I met you,” he winks.

“Yeah… that’s going to need some getting used to. I’m sorry I was so angry. All of this is frustrating and I don’t know why I feel so emotional in not getting my way but it just overtook me.”

“That’s normally what happens, honey. When I woke up for the first time as a vampire, I couldn’t get a grip on anything whether it was my emotions or my thirst. It was all really bad and the damage I caused could have been a lot worse, but it was still awful. I looked for Raphael everywhere, demanding an answer to what he had done to me. To no avail, I never found him obviously, and went off on a spree. I guess in a way I was in denial and couldn’t fathom what I had been turned into. Like you, vampires were just stories, myths that you’d tell kids to scare them and make them think twice about going out at night. But it was all very real and I’d lock myself in the bathroom, trying to get a hold of this all. I felt everything you’re feeling now, the hunger, the intense emotions, the heightened senses, I was helpless.”

“I won’t let it be like that for you. No matter how many times you tell me to go away or you don’t want my help, I will not do that to you. I love you too damn much to watch you struggle. Feeling that would kill me inside,” you say looking into your eyes.

You nod in agreement, understanding that you need to think about both of you when something happens since this bond so tightly attaches you to one another. Just sitting here you can feel the worry run off of him and you feel bad for giving him such a hard time about all of this.

An ambulance’s siren wails off in the distance and you grimace over the obnoxious sound ringing in your ears.

“Ahh shit! How do I make it stop being so loud!” You grunt, covering your ears with your palms.

“It’s going to be okay honey, take a deep breath. A lot of this power we have needs a focus point, just like feeding. You can’t just let all your senses go free and not hone in on what you want or what you want to feel. Having to hear everything all at once is awful, trust me. Or having to smell so much blood is agonizing.”

“I know you might not like it when I say this, but I need you to focus on me. Only me. Focus on my voice and block out the rest of the noise outside. Only let yourself hear what you want. Focus on my scent,” he explains.

You compose yourself and try to do just that, focusing on Elvis’ energy and nothing else outside. It was hard, you never noticed how loud everything really was when you were human. He squeezes your hands in assurance, trying to get you to focus.

“You can do this, just focus on one thing at a time and it won’t feel as overwhelming,” he instructs. You take a few deep breaths, collect your thoughts, and focus on Elvis. You try to center your thoughts on the sound of his heartbeat. You hear it, and it sounds much different than the other times you’ve laid on his chest and heard almost nothing. It was now much stronger, almost normal sounding, and you put your hand on his chest. You can feel it almost flutter by your touch and that sound fills your ears like a harmonious orchestra.

The rumble of cars on the street started to fade and the sound of the wind was minimal.

You take a deep breath in and wafts of scents fill your nose. Mainly blood but also food and the saltiness of the sea. You keep focusing on him and try to get that beautiful smell in your mind.

It hits you and you feel your mouth water. You look up at him and see a cute little smile on his face.

“There you go. See, I knew you could do it. It just takes practice, darling that’s all,” he coos.

You nod your head, even though you know he’s right, you hate how difficult he had to be. He looks at you in awe, memorizing all the smallest details on your face. He kisses the back of your hand then puts his hands on your smooth thighs. Electric sparks consume you and you hold your breath as his hands trail to your back and then up to your face.

“I just can’t believe you’re a vampire. I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he says softly.

“I know,” you whisper back.

“I can’t get over it, honey. I know it’s our bond and everything, but I just can’t stop touchin’ ya.” He says as his hand rakes down your back.

“It’s not like you kept your hands off of me before…” you say smugly.

A sly smirk falls over his face, “yeah, and? Never heard you complain about it once,” he teases.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head at him then let this long silence hang over you two. You can feel the way his heated gaze was looking at every inch of you. It made you flustered, to say the least. You still felt the wetness that had pooled in between your thighs and looked back up at him longingly. You synch your dress up higher, exposing more of your legs to him and you watch as his eyes fall where you wanted them to go.

“So… do you plan on cleaning up the mess you made,” you say, guiding his fingers to your soaked entrance, “or is this another lesson of yours?” You say smartly.

“Oh honey, you know me too well, I can’t surprise you anymore can I?” He says slyly. His finger swipes through your folds and makes you gasp as you feel like your body is on fire with desire. He does it again and makes sure to look at your face as it falls apart by his touch.

“But we have a plane to catch,” he continues, taking you by the hand.

“Where are we going?” You ask surprised.

“Back home, we have more to learn baby. It’ll be better to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city. We can always come back here whenever you want.”

Elvis quickly changed before you both left the hotel to an all-black outfit; looking decadent as ever. You quickly packed all your stuff and shoved it into your suitcases, not worrying about making your clothes neat. He was pulling you out the door before you knew it and covered you in kisses along the way.

You both get to the airport and get on the private jet that’s waiting for you at the end of the tarmac. You were disappointed you were leaving this gorgeous place, but Elvis was right, it would be better to learn more about your abilities in the quiet grounds of Graceland. The sunglasses you wore made it much more tolerable to look outside the window as you drove to the airport. Elvis also wore his signature glasses, shielding his glowing golden eyes away from any humans you might encounter on the way to the airport. Everything was still too loud but you tried to keep your focus on Elvis’ heart and that seemed to make everything a bit better.

You step out of the car and the warm Hawaii sun hits your pale skin. It stings like you have a fresh sunburn after only being out here for a few seconds. It's not too painful, but you can understand why most vampires try to avoid being in the sun for too long. Elvis gets out of the car behind you and takes your hand in his.

“It doesn’t feel too bad but it does feel annoying if you stay out for too long. You’ll get used to it,” he says as you walk to the stairs of the plane.

You nod your head and he leads you up the stairs to the plane. The inside of it had about six seats and a small table with chairs in the back. You decided to sit in the back as Elvis was talking to the pilot before sitting down. The slick between your legs was still there and you cursed under your breath when you sat down. You should have changed your clothes before you left but you were too distracted by the events of the last hour or so. It was going to take a lot of practice to reign in your emotions and not let them take over your entire day because all you wanted to do was drink his blood and fuck him till the sun comes up again.

Yet again, Elvis was right when he said you’d only want him more as a vampire. You knew it was because of your bond and all your new senses, but damn him for being spot-on about it all. You wanted him to be wrong about something for once. The more you thought about having an intimate moment with him, your mind could barely handle it. You had a feeling it was going to be more intense in every way and you didn’t know how you were going to handle that.

There was one flight attendant on the plane and she offered you something to drink and you politely declined. It was going to be strange not drinking or eating anything you realized. You could smell her blood being this close to her and hold your breath so you don’t feel the need to feed. She starts to walk away and you slowly exhale, remaining calm and trying not to freak yourself out. It worked, but you definitely need more practice being around humans.

Elvis was still busy with the pilot so you decide to go to the restroom to have a moment to yourself. You splash some water on your face and try to recollect yourself. Patting your face dry with a towel, you look up at your reflection and are still in shock by the appearance of yourself. You looked like you always have, but there was this immortal aspect to yourself you couldn’t ignore.

You were too prim and proper even though you just rolled out of bed a few hours ago. Your natural waves looked sleek and shiny and even your skin looked flawless like you just did your makeup or something. Your posture was all too perfect and the way your golden eyes glowed made it all much more apparent that you weren’t human anymore.

At least they’re not blood-thirsty red…

It was all so strange. There wasn’t any amount of time that could have prepared you for any of this. You had a few months to mentally get ready and kiss your human life away, but this is all so much more.

You grab some toilet paper and try your best to wipe the wetness off of your dress before stepping out of the bathroom. Elvis is sitting in the back looking in your direction, waiting expectantly for you to come closer.

“Everything okay darlin’?” He asks smoothly.

“Yes I’m fine,” you assure him.

“Come sit down, we’re about to take off any second now,” he says softly, beckoning you to him.

You go to him on the long sofa-like seats that have your back against the windows. Before you can take the seat beside him, he quickly snatches you up and sits you on his lap. You gasp and feel his grip around your waist tighten.

“Thought this would be the safest seat on the plane,” he says cheekily.

You slightly adjust your position on him and feel the slick that’s still stuck on the back of your dress and in between your thighs. You silently grimace at the feeling and look at him with a little smile.

“Oh I don’t know about that… this seat feels a bit… dangerous,” you breathe.

His lips curl into a smirk and pulls you in closer.

“I don’t know what you mean darlin’. I’m not doin’ anything,” he teases patting the side of your ass with his hand, “you on the other hand, you are just crying to be fucked, aren’t you? You never put on another pair of panties before we left?” He grins.

“No, I didn’t. Figured you’d be ripping them off anyway,” you breathe.

He shakes his head at you and you suddenly can hear the roar of the plane’s engines start to rumble. The engine grew louder and louder and you were starting to get drowned by the sound. You look at Elvis not knowing what to do and grip onto his shirt.

“It’s okay baby. Just do what you did last time, block out everything, and focus on what you want to hear. What was it that made you finally feel better in the hotel?” He asks.

“Your heart. I focused on your heart,” you tell him, putting your hand on his chest and smiling. You can slowly feel everything start to fade away and look back into his gorgeous eyes. He smiles at you and rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“It’s so much louder now,” you say low, feeling the warmth of his chest.

“I know, I think that’s all thanks to you. You made me feel… whole again,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

It felt too good for him to kiss you like this. You were love drunk on him and the way he could have you melt into him so easily. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to get closer to him. Even though you didn’t technically need to breathe like a normal human, he still left you completely breathless. Your head felt like it was in a daze with the way his hands lit your body on fire. Your arousal pooled and you were dying for him to touch you anywhere below the waist.

He breaks the kiss to look at you and you notice in the window behind him you’re high above the clouds now, metaphorically and physically.

“Touch me,” you whimper. His eyes look serious and he caresses your face once more.

“Like this sweetheart?” He says low.

You take a deep breath in and try not to get too flustered.

“No, you know where I want your hands…” you whisper.

He takes his hands slowly down your body til they find your thighs and spread them apart slightly, giving him access to where you need him the most. He runs his fingers up and down over them, slowly kissing your cheek and neck.

“Mmm, so wet for me aren’t you?” He whispers, biting your ear lobe. His deep, gravelly voice makes you tingle to your core. He keeps his fingers inches away from your dripping heat and it leaves you begging for more.

“Honey, please,” you whimper louder.

“Shhh, honey you have to be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear you begging now do we?” He says motioning to the flight attendant behind the curtain separating the front of the cabin from the rest of it.

You bite the inside of your cheek and quickly look at him. “Okay,” you breathe.

“Good baby. That’s what I like to hear,” he coos. His fingers wander to find your core and you gasp at the sensation.

“Fuck honey, you feel so good. All of this is because I was spanking you hmm?” He says low. Your breathing hitches and you grab on tightly to the back of his shirt.

“Yes,” you breathe, “I liked it too much…I can’t help but want you. You said it yourself, I’m only needier as a vampire,” you tell him, nipping at the crook of his neck. He grunts at the sensation and he finds your sensitive bud.

“Mhmm… I just never thought it was going to be this bad,” he says as he teases your entrance. Your hips can’t help but buck into his hand more and hope he doesn’t tease you for too much longer. He nods his head at you, liking how he’s got you craving more.

“That’s it, baby…You have to promise to be quiet for me okay? And I’ll give you what you want,” he continues.

“Please, I’ll be good I promise,” you whimper.

He nods his head at you and bites his bottom lip as he scrunches your dress up higher to take a look at you.

He places more kisses on your neck and they make you dizzy. You’re so starved for his touch and can’t help but claw at his back. It felt like the first time he touched you, how you instantly needed more attention and couldn’t help but lean into his body. You sigh as you feel him gently rub your clit in concentrated circles. He grunts softly to himself as more slick gathers on his fingertips.

You can feel how much he loves this, how he’s growing more aroused with the longer he touches you. It’s so suffocating the way you can feel his need for you beat out of his chest. This lust he has begins to consume every last thought you have. You need him more than ever and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

“Oh honey,” you sigh, feeling the throbbing grow worse inside you now. You have to shut your eyes and fight the urge to groan his name.

“Fuck baby I know. You’re driving me insane too. Your pussy just dying for me hmm?” He asks low. You take a sharp breath in and nip at his ear.

“Please, yes I’m dying for you,” you cry softly.

With a soft grunt, he slowly starts to stuff two of his fingers inside you and squeal softly, looking at him wide-eyed. It felt like the first time he ever touched you; overwhelming and intense. Your entrance was too sensitive, too tight, like you haven’t been touched in eons. You quickly put your hand over your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. He felt so good it made your jaw drop, and if this is how you were feeling with just his fingers, you would not be able to last a second with his cock inside you.

He proceeds to curl his fingers inside you and pulls your hand off your mouth. You look at him with pleading eyes and your breathing continues to hitch.

“I wanna see that pretty face. Looks so good when you’re getting pleasured,” he coos, biting his lip gently, looking up and down at your trembling body.

“Baby, please, this is too much,” you whimper.

“This is too much? Oh, baby what are you going to say when my is cock deep inside you?” He taunts. You growl low, clawing your fingernails down his back. Just the idea of that has you reeling in agony. You try to bury your face in his neck to smell his delicious scent, wanting so badly to take a big bite into it. You could hear his heart hammer away the more he teases you and it fills you more with need.

“Jesus I can’t-, it’s going to be like the first time,” you gasp, seeing flashbacks of your passionate throes of lovemaking in the penthouse as you close your eyes.

“Oh but darlin’, I’ve been daydreaming about the things I’d do to you once you were turned. I’ve had quite some time to think about that,” he teases.

Your stomach flutters at the thought and his fingers twist deeper inside you. His knuckles press up against your folds and you gasp, loving how he’s stuffing you to the brink with his long fingers.

“Oh God… like what?” You ask breathlessly, clutching onto him tighter.

“Make you beg for things… have you beg for my mouth, my fingers… have you begging for my cock to fill this needy pussy. Now that you’re turned, I don’t have to be so afraid of breaking you while I have you,” he snickers softly. He nips at your neck and your eyes roll back, gasping for breath.

Oh, this man was going to ruin you when you got home, no doubt about it. You couldn’t fathom what he had in mind but you already knew you were going to be an absolute mess because of it. The last part of what he said lingered in your mind though and had to ask.

“What do you mean-, you weren’t… you mean to tell me you were holding back essentially?” You pant, his fingers hitting that spot deep inside you that leaves you wanting to cry out to the heavens. Your mouth falls open in shock and he nods his head at you.

“Yeah, baby.” He smirks.

“Every. Single. Time.” You say, groaning through our teeth.

“Mhmm, I had to be nice and gentle with ya. I couldn’t squeeze you the way I really wanted or have you ride me harder. You were so fragile as a human,” he pauses giving you more kisses. You grind your hips into his hand and do everything in your power to not cry out his name.

God, I want that… I want to fuck you so bad, you cry inside your head. More need flows out of him like hot lava and pours onto you, making you want him more.

Elvis shifts his head to the side, examining you with a key-like precision, noticing how you are overcome with feeling all his desire for you. He presses his lips together briefly, “But now, oh honey now, you’re just as strong as me.” He coos with a twist of his fingers, “Now I can ruin that perfect little pussy. I can make love to you nice and slow or fuck you how I really want to. That’s what I’ve been dyin’ to do,” he growls to you.

It’s all too much. To fathom the idea that the intense, wild sex you’ve already had with him was fulfilling enough, you come to find out he’s been barely showing you what he really wants to do to you? Oh God, you’re not going to survive any of this. Immortal or not, you were going to pass out from all of this.

“Elvis, oh God…” you say weakly.

“Mhmm, I can’t wait to show you what I mean,” he growls, tilting your body away from him and nipping at your chest. “I needju so badly,” he slurs, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. He grunts softly as the sounds of your wetness spills out of you. The coil in your belly tightens exponentially with all this teasing and you begin to feel your body shutter by his touch. He hushes you as you’re beginning to lose your control and he slowly starts to pull his fingers out of you, only teasing your entrance. You take a sharp breath in, not wanting him to stop any time soon. But you suddenly feel eyes looking at the back of your head and Elvis sits up straighter.

“Mr. and Mrs. Presley? Do you need anything? Any refreshments or snacks?” The stewardess says softly. Your whole body goes stiff and you look panicked at Elvis.

His whole demeanor is casual and calm like there isn’t a care in the world right now. Or the fact he has you on the brink of coming undone on his fingers. One move and you won’t be able to hide this facade of just sitting on his lap innocently. You grip tightly onto his forearm and try to get him to stop his teasing.

“No, thank you for asking. Darlin’? You want anything?” He asks you, sarcasm lacing his words. You glare daggers at him and shake your head no.

“What was that honey? I don’t think she heard you,” he taunts. You want to scream at him for being so awful right now. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s planning on getting you to crumble in his hands.

You take a slow, deep breath, hoping to God your voice doesn’t sound as pathetic as it probably does, and hope she doesn’t come any closer. You can’t get a single word out. You’re too flustered and your brain screams at him to stop all of this. He quickly curls his fingers inside you, using a come hither motion to push up inside your pussy, rubbing the spot that can send you into the stratosphere. He keeps doing it, over, and over, and over. Pushing at that spot. His spot. All his.

Your nails dig deeper into his forearm and you’re almost sure you’re going to draw blood from it. Your eyes scream at him and press your lips together in agony. He just cocks his head to the side slightly, patiently waiting for your response. You take another deep breath and turn your head to the side slightly.

“No, thank you for asking,” you say sweetly and slowly start to lean back into Elvis's body, trying to make it seem as casual as possible.

“Yes, we appreciate it. We’ll call on you if we need anything for the rest of the flight,” Elvis assured her. You hear her heels thud on the carpet floor as she walks away and the swish of the curtain closing.

You sit back up and grab his jaw in your hand to get him to look at you straight in the eye.

“You’re fucking vile, you know that?” You hiss in his face. He smirks at you and slowly exhales, examining all the frustration slapped across your face.

“I just wanted to see what you’d do,” he jests, continuing to fuck you with his long fingers.

You groan and let go of his face as you look down to see his fingers covered in your slick.

“Fuck you,” you huff.

“You don’t mean that darlin’. Don’t you want me?” He asks low as he takes your hand and leads it to his straining cock in his pants. Heat radiated from it and you whimper at the feeling of him.

“Yes… I do,” you choke out. He hums softly and starts to move his fingers faster. You can’t hold back anymore and feel your coil getting ready to snap.

“Mhmm, good baby. Look what you’ve done to me,” he pauses, making you move your fingers more along his long length. You hiss at the sensation and look at him pleading as he continues, “You like how that feels? You remember how hard it feels inside of you,” he tells you, his sensual voice making your body grow weaker by the second.

“Oh yes,” you cry softly into his neck. You rock your hips into him harder and try to stay silent. Your core aches to have some kind of release.

“That’s it, baby, let me feel you come apart,” he coos in your ear. You don’t need to be told again and your walls flutter and squeeze around his two fingers. Your orgasm rips through you like never before and you feel breathless as your body tries to get a grip on what it’s feeling. You scratch and pull at his hair, everything consuming your body and panting rapidly. Your vision goes blurry and you can’t believe you can feel so good. Your legs begin to shake and you squeeze your thighs around his hand. He groans too, feeling your slick walls respond to him with ease.

“Goddamn baby, so fucking needy,” he groans into your ear, “I wish it was my cock inside you,” he growls.

You can’t take much else or you were going to let out a loud scream so you keep your face buried in his neck to silence you. Your hand keeps rubbing his length, noticing how his body responds to you too so easily. Your fingers find his pants button and zipper and start to unfasten them. He grunts as he watches you try to get into his pants.

“And what do you think you’re doin’ darlin’?” He asks with an amused chuckle.

“I want you. I want to feel you,” you tell him, slowly getting off of him and kneeling in between his open legs. You gasp slightly as he pulls his fingers out of you and gives you a heated gaze. Your hand quickly finds his cock, pulling it out of his pants and groaning at the sight. He felt warm and heavy in your palm, throbbing slightly as you glide your hand up and down on it. There was so much you wanted to do to him but you knew you had plenty of time later to do that. He shifts uncomfortably in the seat and looks at you wide-eyed, not expecting you to do any of this.

“Honey,” he says as a warning, “you trying to get caught,” he hisses, motioning toward the front of the cabin.

“Just stay quiet, then we won’t get seen hmm?” You say smartly, pumping your hand along his shaft and licking your lips as he looks hungrily at you.

He quickly looks back toward the front of the plane, then back to you.

“They’re wondering why we’re so quiet,” he chuckles. You turn your head to the front of the cabin and can hear the pilots too, murmuring to each other how they think your behaviors are strange.

“Well too bad. If you happen to get louder, you’ll just have to compel them to forget the sounds you’ve made,” you snicker.

He doesn’t say anything, he waits for your next move patiently. You pull his pants down more and massage his heavy balls in one hand, and pump his cock with the other. He instantly groans heavily and you smirk at him.

“Shhh honey, be nice and quiet for me, mkay?” You tease, your hand continuing to work on him. He leans his head back and huffs softly, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Goddamn it baby,” he whimpers. You don’t listen to any of his protests and keep teasing him, touching him in all the areas that you know can easily make him fall apart.

Your thumb glides down from his peeking tip and runs it all the way down to the base of his dick. He lets out a frustrated groan and pulls his pants down more, freeing him from the constraints of them. He angles himself to face the back of the plane and has you kneel in between his legs. He spreads his legs wider for you once again and smirks at you wickedly.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, baby,” he grunts.

Your body shutters at the sound of his voice and quickly pull your hair to one side of your neck. You pull at one of Elvis’ hands to grab onto your gathered hair and he pulls it tight. You moan at the sensation and his hands twist your hair tighter at the top of your head. You cry out softly, looking up at him with innocent eyes. Your tongue swirls on his tip, making him groan loudly. You repeat it over and over and each time, his hips try to buck up into your mouth. You anticipate this and don’t let him in any more than that. He’s so sensitive, unable to hide his need for you, and can’t sit still.

“Sit still,” you whisper, a devious smirk slapped across your face.

“I can’t,” he growls, “you feel too good.”

You go back to teasing him and put more pressure around his balls. He gasps at the sensation and pulls at your hair hard, making you look at him.

“Fucking hell baby. You’re going to make me come like that,” he hisses. You don’t stop though, and slowly start to suck on him, putting more of his hot length in your mouth.

His hips grind into you, stuffing more of himself into you. He doesn’t hold back the moans he’s making, loving every second of this. You love it too, you want to make him fall apart as quickly as possible. He bucks his hips into you once again and you gag around him, still not used to his long length inside you like this. You quickly take him out of your mouth and try to catch your breath, looking up at him in shock.

He smirks slightly before speaking, “What baby? Is this still too much for you to handle?” He says smartly.

“I can handle it just fine,” you growl. “You are the one who won’t be able to handle much more of this,” you tease.

He brags he knows how to get you unraveled but you know how to do the same to him. You suck and lick on him more, pumping the rest of his length in your hand. He pulls onto your hair tighter and lets out a guttural moan as he pants heavily.

“Fuckin’ hell mama,” he growls.

You look up at him with your pleading eyes, knowing that he can’t handle you looking at him like this. You feel his body stiffen and he leans his head back, exposing his delicious long neck. He quickly looks back down and looks like he’s in a daze, so heavily drunk on you and your mouth.

You move quicker on him and his mouth falls into a beautiful O shape, his eyebrows furrowed, and his chest heaving.

“Oh baby,” he groans through his teeth, bucking his hips up into you and grunting heavily. His cock twitches and he lets his white, thick release pour into your mouth. You groan too when you feel it, squeezing your thighs together as you feel your arousal pool again. You put more of his hot length inside your mouth as he comes, making him gasp for breath. “Fuck baby, just like that,” he sighs, helping you take more of him. You moan with him inside you and he likes your response.

You slowly start to take him out of your mouth and make sure he’s watching as you swallow his whole load. He bites his lips while watching you, turned on by the sight in front of him. He lets go of your hair and pulls you back onto his lap once more.

“Naughty little vampire you’ve become,” he quips, pulling you by the back of your neck and kissing you with blinding need. You moan into his touch and tangle your fingers into his hair.

“You love it though,” you whimper in his ear. He nods his head and covers your cheek in kisses.

“Mhmm, I do,” he says in between kisses.

“You’re definitely going to have to compel them to forget those sounds you made,” you tease.

“I’ll do it before we land,” he says nonchalantly, reaching to kiss you again. You throw him a confused look and wait for his explanation of why he won’t just do it now.

“This is a long flight back to Memphis darlin’. I think I might need to make you beg for me a little longer. I need watch you come apart more.” He says slyly, flipping you over onto the seats and onto your back as his hands roam up your legs. You’ll always be deprived for this man, never able to get enough and you know he feels the same way with you.

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rose-of-the-grave · 5 months ago

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The Birthday Girl

Pairing: Gwyn x Azriel

Hey everybody!! It's been a while but I'm finally returning to the acotar fandom. I can't believe how long it's been since I posted my last fic for this fandom but here's a fluffy established gwynriel fic! I hope y'all enjoy!!! As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist Read on Ao3

Warnings: birthday party, fluff, book buying, hiking, kissing, Velaris, Az being a bookworm's dream

Word Count: 1378

Description: To celebrate Gwyn's birthday, Az plans a whole day for her which includes book shopping and spending the day with her friends before having a party

Taglist: @sylveryfire

“Good morning, beautiful.” Azriel leant in, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Happy birthday.”

She turned over to face him. “Thanks!”

“I brought you breakfast.” He motioned over at the bedside table where he had laid a platter of all her favorite breakfast foods. Grabbing it, he set it on the bed next to her so she could eat. Gwyn sat up and started eating.

“So, once you’re done with this I have the whole day planned.”

She gave him a teasing look. “As expected.” He was well-known for having everything planned to the second. She suspected that his plans involved distracting her so everybody could set up her surprise birthday party. Nesta and Emerie had been acting a bit suspicious lately so she had gotten them to confess that there were plans in motion.

“First, we are going to that bookstore I know you’ve been wanting to go to. Afterwards Nesta and Emerie have a whole day planned for you. After that, I have a dinner planned for the two of us.”

“Just us?”

He nodded.

She finished up her breakfast and got dressed, eager to find some more books. She had recently finished a series that she had really enjoyed but hadn’t been able to find something else. Gwyn had been asked repeatedly if there were any books that she wanted for her birthday but she hadn’t been sure what to ask for. She knew both of her best friends had some ideas as to what she might like but she wanted to find something that was similar to her most recent reads while not being the same. Oh, who was she kidding. She was going to go to this bookstore and get as many books as possible. That was one of the benefits of being with Az, he would buy any book she seemed remotely interested in, even if she insisted she didn’t need it.

He flew the two of them to the bookstore, landing right outside and startling a few passersby. They entered the store, the bell ringing as they went inside. Almost immediately, she gravitated towards the section of the library with fantasy and romance. Scanning the shelves, her fingers trailed along the titles until she found something that jumped out at her. Pulling it from its place she read the blurb on the back before putting it back.

Az made a noise but she ignored it. When she did the same thing yet again, she turned on him. “What’s with the grunting?”

“What’s with the reshelving?”

“They just didn’t interest me is all.” She shrugged but he gave her a look of disbelief. It’s your birthday get as many books as you want. Mother above, we can buy the whole library if you want!”

She shook her head, smiling. “Fine. I’ll get them.” When she returned with the book along with a few others that looked good he gave her a smug look as if to say, “See?”

“Just for that, you’re going to have to carry them.” She said, smiling satisfied before handing him the book. Then, as a bit of a test she started grabbing book after book until the pile covered his face entirely.

“Need any help?” She taunted.

“Nope, I’ve got this.”

“Good. Here’s ten more!” Gwyn said, all chipper.

He groaned, “There’s more?”

“Yep!”

He rearranged the pile so it was half in one arm and half in the other. “There! You can stack five on this side and the rest on the other.” He gritted through his teeth, satisfied to have won the battle. At least, for now.

Determined to make him break, she grabbed even more books. Some of them she wasn’t even interested in that much, including a few that she knew he would like. Despite the book piles becoming more and more precarious he soldiered on, reaching the front desk where he set them all down.

“Okay, your total comes out to,” The shop owner paused and reread the total with wide eyes. “5623.05.”

Gwyn stared at Az, eyes wide, knowing that that was probably too much. The shadowsinger simply said, put it on Rhys’ account.

“No, that’s too much.”

He looked over at Gwyn said, “Nothing is too much for you. It’s your birthday, let me spoil you.”

“But 200 books?”

He shrugged. “Rhys is good for it. This will barely make a dent.”

Grabbing the books, he refused to let her carry any. Saying bye to the shop owner, she followed him outside.

A second later, Nesta and Emerie came into view.

Nesta whistled. “Nice job shadowsinger.”

He nodded at both of them, gave Gwyn a kiss on the cheek before winnowing away with all of the books.

“That was a lot of books.”

“I know! I can’t believe he actually bought all of them.”

“He loves you. I don’t think that there’s anything he wouldn’t do to make you happy.” Emerie said before giving her a hug. Nesta also joined in and the two of them both wished her a ‘Happy Birthday!’.

“Thanks!” She looked between the two of them. “So, where are we going?”

“Well, there’s this cafe that opened recently near here that has delicious food and afterwards we were thinking we would go on a little adventure!”

“Oooohhh, intriguing.”

The adventure turned out to be a short hike. On the outskirts of Velaris were some foothills on the edge of the Steppes that had a few trails that led out to these beautiful viewpoints and lakes and waterfalls. They had been hiking for about an hour when they reached the top of a hill that they could see almost all of Velaris from. The city from up above was absolutely gorgeous, more so at night.

“Hey, look!” Nesta called, pointing at something in the distance. As they drew closer they could hear the roar of the river. The waterfall was beautiful, water droplets spraying them in a fine mist. The water itself was crystal blue and looked so inviting. Watching their footing they hopped from rock to rock, crossing over to the other side of the river.

Ten minutes later they reached the lake. It was the same piercing blue as the river and had a near perfect reflection of the mountains looming over it on the other side on its surface. The breeze was gentle, cooling them down after their hike. A second later, a small animal darted across their path and a bird chirped in the distance.

“It’s so peaceful up here.” Gwyn remarked.

Emerie agreed before suggesting, “Let's go sit on that rock over there while we eat some lunch.”

“You brought lunch?”

“Yeah? We’re not animals.” Nesta said, taking out some sandwiches from her pack.

Once they were done eating they looked around some more before walking back. Gwyn made her way back to the House of Wind with Nesta and Emerie where she went to hers and Az’s room to shower and change into something nice for their dinner. She eventually settled on a lovely green dress that she had gotten a year ago.

She walked up to one of the balconies where she heard some rustling about and people talking. Unsurprisingly, she couldn't see anyone.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted, suddenly visible again. The entire Inner Court was there, along with Nesta and Emerie. Even a few priestesses who were a little more comfortable around others had come. Then, at the front stood Az looking as dashing as ever.

People started filling their plates with food.

“Hey.”

“You look stunning.”

Blushing a bit, she thanked him.

"I know it was just supposed to be us but I thought you'd want to spend your birthday with friends. Tomorrow, thought, I have a nice dinner planned for us."

"Do you really, or is it just a cover for a second party?" She teased.

"I do."

"Thanks for organizing this, it means a lot to me."

The party lasted long into the night, eventually leaving them somewhat alone in the corner watching the night sky in peace. A start shot across the sky up above and Gwyn made a wish. Leaning her head to the side, she nestled into Az’s side and he wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight.

“Happy Birthday Gwyn.”

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lokischocolatefountain · 1 year ago

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1. For Old Time’s Sake || Red Tape, Red Line

Series Masterlist

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: G (check ratings for each chapter)

Word count: 3.4k words

Summary: Javier runs into an old friend in DC.

A/N: Javier for Day 3! Thanks for the love for the last two fics. Here’s more and here’s my favorite- Javi. I do have a series of him in my Married!Javi fics. Buuuut, it doesn’t follow a chronological order. Unlike that, I’m trying to have a coherent storyline here. Writing a linear story happens to be my downfall so I’m gonna wait and see how this pans out. Hope you like the first instalment of this story!

Wallet, keys, ID, gun, badge.

He froze with his hand on the hotel side table holding only a generic lamp after he’d taken his possessions- wallet, keys, ID. There was no gun to slip into the back of his pants and no badge to strap on to his belt. After eight years of the routine, he’d grown used to the metal digging into his lower back, used to the danger it possessed and the illusion of safety it gave him.

When he’d woken up that night from an imagined bullet to his chest, he reached for it on the same table, his heart seizing up when he found it empty. The quiet streets of DC and the streetlights pouring in through the window helped ground him, told him where he was. He’d taken to repeating the mantra that had been helping him come to after his nightmares. You’re home. It’s over. You’re home. It’s over.

As he slipped into his suit jacket, he wondered if the mantra was even true anymore. When he told himself that it was over and he was home, did he mean the states? Because DC wasn’t home. But was the US home anymore? Laredo? Bogotá? Shit, if it wasn’t the first three, it definitely wasn’t that last one.

He bent down and pulled his suitcase out from under the bed, hand slipping inside to retrieve the red pack of Marlboros he stored inside. Everything was perfectly packed- shirts and pants ironed perfectly, socks rolled up and underwear folded neatly. With everything else in chaos in his life, this bit of orderliness brought him comfort. He once took some pride in how well he could pack his life up within minutes. Not since that hijo de puta rubbed in his face that despite his shit lifestyle, he had a wife and children to go home to. A family man, he’d called himself.

While he couldn’t even look his dad in the eye or bring himself to visit mom’s grave, men like Berna took themselves home to wives and children every night. It must need some level of delusion to be able to do so.

It wasn’t over. Nothing was over. He’d been fired- well, he resigned. Columbia was supposed to be behind him, but there was still work to be done, paperwork to write up, politicians to schmooze. As the day passed, he was passed around from desk to desk, bureaucrat to bureaucrat, all praising him or letting him know just how hard he’d made their lives. State, Defense, DOJ, CIA, the fucking White House— Javi of the past with the hot blood, wide eyes and the need to prove himself would be ecstatic to know where he’d land up in the future. He wouldn’t be too pleased with the journey, though.

He’d won.

At least that was what the ambassador had said. But it didn’t feel like it. While he’d grown up and let the cynicism of life get to him, there was still that younger Javi taking up too much space in his head, telling him that he had failed in what he’d set off to do and sold his soul in the process. That the last eight years had all been for naught. I went after Medellin and Cali and all I have to show for it is the fucking nightmares. Now that would make for a wonderful print on a t-shirt.

“Good afternoon, how may I help?”

“I have an appointment with The Assistant to the Chief of Staff. I’m Javier Peña,” he said, sliding his ID across the rich mahogany desk to the woman. She took his ID, checked her computer, his face, the ID, repeated the process and then slid the ID back to him.

“Mr. Peña, Mr. Reed is in another meeting right now, but he’ll be happy to see you once it’s over. I can direct you to our waiting room.”

Great.

He smiled, nodded and followed the woman through the state department his eyes roving over the workers as he wondered how many of them had to stay late nights to fuck up the progress he and his fellow agents made on the field. How many of them typed up letters from the Secretary of State with directives to back the fuck off right when he was about to nab a valuable target. How many of them were assigned to Colombia, how many to other countries where they played around in their own interests.

He’d always held these people with contempt and not much had changed. They got to sit in their cushy office with the nicest computers and air conditioning while he and his colleagues chased goons in the streets of a foreign country. These couch potatoes who wrote condemnations and pulled visas and told them how to do their fucking job as though they knew what it was like to have a kid threatening to kill you with a hand that was too small to be wrapped around a gun if you didn’t drop your own.

Did any of these people think about men like him? Think about what it was like when you lost yet another partner and had to live with the image of him bleeding out on the road as you woke up from yet another nightmare with yet another realization of what you should’ve done to save his life in that moment.

They did not, he decided when the clock ticked and ticked but there was no word for him. The receptionist came by once or twice to apologize on her boss’s behalf and offer him coffee. Coffee to add to his sleep deprivation? No thank you.

He politely declined both times, willing himself to not take his anger out on the poor woman. She was just doing her job.

When the clock hit six, he got off his chair and stepped out of the waiting room. He’d known frustration. More often than not, he was left clutching his head in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other as his lungs burned from the cigarette between his lips as another step in his mission failed spectacularly. He knew frustration, but nothing like this brand of idle frustration where you had nothing to do but sit on an uncomfortable chair in the office of some prick who got paid more money a year than he would make in his entire life for doing fucking nothing.

So much for being a hero.

“Javier?”

He stopped outside the elevator door, turning around to see the face that called out his name.

Goddamn.

Her name slipped out through his lips, his tongue rolling around with as much practiced ease as it had done all those years ago. She looked exactly the same, yet completely different. Slightly taller as she walked up to him with the same smile, lips painted a deep red. Her hair was down instead of up in a bun. Her eyes gleamed with the same light he’d found in them over a decade ago. Although there was a new addition— crinkles at the corners of her eyes when she smiled. She’d exchanged the more practical field uniform for a nice blouse and skirt. A matching jacket hung off her arm and her hand was wrapped around the handles of a handbag.

“What are you doing here?” They asked at the same time. They exchanged smiles and he followed as she lead him into the elevator.

“I was supposed to meet someone. A Mr. Reed.”

“Ah. He wasn’t here for most of the day. Some fire to put out.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Did they have you waiting the whole day?” She asked, removing the lanyard with her ID. She hissed when it caught in her hair and he stepped in, untangling the thing from her hair and taking it off for her. He took the card between her fingers and read her name out loud.

“Policy Analyst. Damn, Glasses,” he trailed, using her nickname from their time in Quantico. “You really did get yourself the nerdiest job. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

He handed her ID back to her and she shoved it into her bag, smiling at her nickname rather than shoving him like she used to. Or threatening to tell on him to their training officer. “Alright, Pissy Pants Peña. You got me.”

He let out a laugh at her rebuttal. The name surprised him just as it had the first time she used it against him in a moment of weakness even though she’d claimed that nicknames were “so unprofessional and rude. I will not call my fellow trainees rude names just to look cool around other trainees.” The first time was when he’d aggravated her more than usual and she spat out the name he’d earned when he had so much to drink that he pissed his pants.

“Are you free to grab a drink? It’ll be nice to catch up,” he asked, hopeful that a drink with an old friend would make his terrible day a little less terrible.

“As long as you don’t piss your pants,” she joked, lips curving up in an easy smile before she gave him a clear yes.

She took him to a nearby bar, a favorite of the State Department staff, she said. Many recognized her there, including the bartender who asked her if she’d like her usual.

“You don’t do tequila shots anymore, I’m guessing.”

“Ah, no,” he chuckled, thinking back to his training days when they went out and got drunk on the rare days off from their intensive routine. “These days, I—”

“Whiskey?”

“Yeah. How did you guess?”

“You look like a whiskey man. I can just picture you sitting in a dark corner of a bar, all alone and serious, avoiding paperwork or thinking about how to bend the rules.”

“Oh? That so?”

“Mhmm,” she said, sipping on her glass of red wine. She was always a wine drinker. A wine snob, one might say. She did that little swirl that wine drinkers did, took a whiff of the drink and then a small sip.

“Is that part of your job as policy analyst? Analyzing lonely men in bars and guessing what’s in their heads…”

“No, but I’ve had to creep on lonely men drinking their whiskeys in my last job.”

“Oh? What was that?”

“CIA Operative.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. She didn’t seem the CIA type. But then again, it could be his generally positive regard for her and negative regard for the CIA that made it hard for him to imagine her being part of those bastards.

“And you left because?”

“I found out that I had to do things I didn’t want to do in order to survive in the CIA. Didn’t have the stomach for it. I thought that if I just followed all the rules and did my job, I could succeed, but…” she sighed before taking a sip of her drink. “I learned that doing the right thing and doing my job contradicted each other a bit too much.”

Under the dim light that hung above her head, she didn’t look as naïve as she used to. Following every little rule will get you nowhere, Glasses. He’d made fun of her for it several times, told her she didn’t know what the real world was like, that she was in for a big shock. Little did he know that he would be in for just as much shock if not more. While she was intent on doing everything by the book, she at least knew that certain things could never change. Her ambitions weren’t too big. While he and their other classmates talked big about changing the fucking world, she said she just wanted to do her part, just help things along. She saw the nuts and bolts of the machine, know how the gears turned and pointed to every mechanism that would stop him from realizing his lofty dream of “winning the war on drugs, baby!”

“There is no war. It’s just money and politics and even more money. And a fuckload of racism.”

Javi of the past chided her for her cynicism, but if she told him that now, he would buy her a drink.

“Oh and there was the time I got shot, so I can’t really be on the field anymore. My insides are too messed up,” she said, moving the fabric of her shirt aside to reveal a healed bullet wound peeking out from under her bra strap. “Guadalajara. And this is just one of seven. The guy was a terrible shot, though. And my surgeon was fucking amazing, so I live to tell the tale.”

“A lot has happened, huh?” He remarked, considering her wound carefully as he wondered where the other six bullets had hit her body. The knowledge that she’d look completely different underneath her clothes compared to what he remembered covering in kisses infuriated him. He needed to relearn the body he should’ve taken more time to learn. To strip the proper clothing off her and acquaint himself with what was new and reacquaint himself with the familiar. Would he even remember what was new? Was the one time enough for him to register her in his mind?

“Hmm yeah. A lot. Like your work with the cartels. You and your guys always found a way to get on our nerves in State.”

“Oh?” He feigned innocence. “I didn’t know I was pissing you off, Glasses. I’m sorry.”

“Aww, he’s sorry. Don’t even try me, Peña. It was almost like you and what’s the other guy’s name…? Murphy? Like you two were fucking shit up just to get on my nerves. And then Duffy and Lopez. Duffy always pissed me off, but then he and Lopez had to go have their faces plastered on the papers. I thought it was just some other Javier Peña but then that happened and I was sure it was you.”

“I didn’t ask Duffy and Lopez to do that, I swear. They did that all on their own.”

“Really? I knew you and Duffy were close back in the day. And it looked like something you would do, breaking the rules like that.”

“Now give me some credit, hermosa. Maybe I’ve learned to follow the rules a little in the past few years.”

“As one of the people who had to put out the fires you started, I’ll have to disagree respectfully.”

“I’m surprised I have your respect now. I didn’t have a modicum of that back then.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad. I had some respect for you.”

“That so?”

“Yeah. You always…you wanted to do the right thing. We have differences of opinion on what the right thing was, but you always wanted to choose the option that would do the most good. I always admired that.”

“I’m not that person anymore.” He was the man who lied to his agents that the Ambassador did not prioritize the safety of their Cali insider. He was the man who got into bed with Los Pepes and did it again to rescue Christina Jurado. Whatever good she’d seen in him fizzled away the moment things got hard for him. He wondered how she would’ve done it. Had he been the type to follow rules like her, would he have kept his soul intact?

“I’m not surprised. I’m not the same person either. No glasses for one,” she joked, getting a light chuckle out of him. Her light demeanor dulled just a little and he could see through her eyes some kind of darkness that wasn’t there before.

“Things are rarely as we expect when we’re at the heart of the problem. Making the right choice is more…complex because— we have to choose between option that will all hurt people terribly in one way or the other.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink, his mind reeling with all the times he needed to make decisions like that. They tended to be a lot more complex that he imagined when he was young and idealistic.

“Job like that, if it doesn’t change you, are you even human?”

“Right,” he said, not fully agreeing with the sentiment. The standards were completely different for the two of them. Sure, she would’ve faced those choices in the CIA. But she left. Long ago, he assumed, from her senior position at the State Department.

Whatever she had to do as CIA operative, it made her leave. Unlike him, she had the moral clarity to do it as early as she did. She looked more at ease now.

Maybe it was the fact that she had a cushy office job now, but the perpetual tension in her shoulders was missing. He’d prefer her version of change to his. Perhaps he should take up an office job, be relaxed, sit back at a desk and attend meetings about when to have meetings. His body sure couldn’t handle the field anymore. His knees and ankles still felt his jump from a balcony when he chased Jurado in Curaçao.

As much as he liked condemning himself to hell for his sins, as much as he liked withering away in shame when people heaped him with praises, it felt good to be on the receiving end of her empathy. The job did change everyone. If Glasses, the goody two shoes, stickler for the rules, ultimate teacher’s pet could understand that… Maybe he should too. If the field had changed someone like her, of course it changed him.

“So, umm… it’s getting late,” she said, looking up from her watch. “I have a rule about not having more than two drinks and,” she held up her second glass, half a sip of red wine resting in the bottom. “I had an early day today and will have an earlier day tomorrow. I got a meeting.”

Shoulders slumped, he nodded at her slowly. He didn’t want her to leave, didn’t want to lose the piece of a much calmer past. “It was great seeing you again, Glasses.”

“Likewise, Triple P.”

He tilted his head to one side, smiling at the new nickname. “Pissy Pants Peña is quite the mouthful, so… And it would be weird if my bosses heard it. We aren’t in our early twenties anymore and stupid shit like this could ruin a career.”

“Well, I no longer have a career to be ruined, so… But thanks anyway,” he said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“Nah ah ah,” she said in a sing-song voice, reaching into her bag. “You’re in my city, I’m not letting you pay. It’s bad manners.”

“Is it now?” he said, sliding a wad of cash across the bar to the bartender. “Is that one of your rules?”

“It is. You’re a guest in D.C. and it’s poor hospitality to not buy you a drink,” she said before turning to the bartender. “Josh, don’t take his money,” she said, handing the man some dollar bills from her purse. Josh ignored Javier’s money and took hers instead, alluding to whatever loyalty he had for her. She did say that the place was a State Department favorite. It made sense that she was on a first name basis with the guy.

He thumbed his mustache, the bristles scratching his finger gently. “What if I have a rule about that? That it’s poor manners to make a beautiful woman pay for her drinks and mine…”

“Then I’d expect you to say thank you for aiding you in your rule-breaking. I know how you love to do that.”

He grinned and licked his lips slowly, taking her in as she walked ahead of him. She never wore clothes like that before, pencil skirts that hugged her ass and high heeled shoes that made her hips sway in the most mesmerizing rhythm. As though feeling his stare, she turned around suddenly, making his head whip up so fast he could’ve broken his neck. Or it was just his old age.

“So, umm…Lunch sometime? We could continue this conversation,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Or not!” She added quickly. Painted fingernails scratched at each other, chipping away at the already lightly chipped red paint. “I know you’re really busy.”

“Never too busy for you, Glasses. Drinks again tomorrow night?”

“Yup. I’ll see you here at 6:30? If my schedule doesn’t change too much, that is.”

“6:30 is good.”

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‘JUST FOLLOW ME’- Jung Hoseok

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Please be aware that English is not my native language, if you have any correction, don’t be scared to tell me! And if you have any tips, I’ll gladly take them! Have a good time :)

Pairing: Soloidol!Hoseok X Soloidol!Reader, Idol au, rivals.

Main genre: smut (making out)

Then: slight angst

Summary: You and your rival, Hoseok, have to make out in front of the paparazzis to make them believe you’re dating. How will this go?

Warning/tags: making out, idol rival fake dating, public make out, filmed make out, paparazzis filming, rivals forced fake dating.

Word count: ~1k

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You’re a very famous idol, known internationally. However, you’re not the only one, Hoseok, your very first rival is also very famous internationally.

It all started in 2013, the year you both debuted. You debuted in different companies, but your debuts were in the same month. And the two companies being rivals, they putted pressure on you two to be the biggest solo Idol:

“Dance better than him!”

“Make your debuts more impactful than hers.”

“Look at the views! Is he doing better??”

“Pff, her music video isn’t even well made.”

“WE will be better than them.”

You both knew each other very well since you were analyzing and criticizing each other since your debuts. And you both knew very well that you hated each other, the dirty looks you two were giving weren’t lying. Somehow though, your fans never noticed.

Turns out, your achievements are almost the same, views almost identical, and fandoms having the same amount of fans. If your fandoms were always fighting, it would be alright… but that’s not the case. They’ve been begging for years to have a collaboration.

“Imagine y/n X Hoseok!!”

“I would love to see them have a duet”

“I think they are secretly dating.”

They always believed that those dirty looks you were throwing were seductive and shy.

“Just look at how he looked at her!!”

“When she looked away while he was staring at her💞”

And all of this brought you here… in front of him, your back against the car and his hands cupping your face.

Due to you two not winning as many fans as before, the companies thought that making you two fake date, kiss in front of the car and “getting caught by the paparazzis” on purpose, would bring more fans to the both of you, “assemble” your fandoms. So here you are…

It’s late, maybe around 9pm, the award ceremony just ended and now you have to get in your role. You go outside in front of the black car that’s supposed to be for him, and you wait… it is a warm night, honestly nothing to complain, you won so many awards. You stand there silently, looking around to possibly see him as the paparazzis are trying to guess what you’re doing here.

“They have no idea” you think to yourself, and that’s when you saw him. He approaches you with so much confidence that he looks stupid.

“What is wrong with him”. He finally catches up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

‘Hey baby, what are you doing here?’

He gently asked with a soft voice, tired from his previous performance.

‘I was waiting for you…’

You force yourself to smile.

‘You know we can’t talk here. We should go somewhere else’

You have to follow the script. The dialogue is very important as fans will try to read on your lips. You have to play the stupid game 100%.

‘No, I wanna talk here. No one can see us.’

People can definitely see you, that’s the whole purpose.

‘What do you want love?’

He asked with a sweet voice, squinting his eyes to show his concern.

Silence.

‘A…’

Say it. He looks at you so carefully. It’s almost as he actually cares.

‘A what?’

He whispered nicely. That wasn’t in the script. Was he actually trying to help you? To make you feel comfortable?

‘A kiss. I want a kiss.’

You eventually managed to say these four words.

‘All you had to do is ask…’

He said in a playful tone before smiling and leaning in. He puts his hands to cup your face but you stop him.

‘Are we sure? Is this really a good idea?’

You whispered. Your lips being so close to his, almost touching and hiding behind his thumb so that no one can read them.

‘Just follow me’

He whispered back, then slowly pushed his soft lips against yours.

He doesn’t wanna lose any time. He wants to finish this the quickest possible. He takes your top lip in between his and you do as he said: follow him, follow along.

His hands moving up and down your curves, and sometimes pulling you aggressively by your waist to bring you even closer. Your left hand on his shoulder and your right one sliding to his hair, messing up the work of his hairdresser. He licks your lip, he doesn’t hold back nor stop. You suddenly pull back to breathe.

‘What are you doing?’

He asked aggressively.

‘Breathing, give me two seconds’

You answer trying to catch your breath. He scoffs. He watches your body up and down, slides his hands under your thighs, and lifts you up. Your legs around his waist, he leans in and kisses you again passionately.

You finally relax and give in, kissing him back with passion. Accepting the fact that he was carrying your whole weight, lifting you up from the ground, and in front of so many paparazzis knowing that almost everyone will see you in this position.

He takes a step back and opens the door of the car as he kisses you now from your jaw to your neck. He gets inside the backseats, your legs still around him, and lays you down softly. You grab his neck as the only thing paparazzis could see right now was his feet still out the door. He pulls back, gets to the door then closes it, locking you both in the car.

You’re still laying on the seats and he looks at you, hair messy and lips tinted by your lipstick.

‘You okay? They’re not supposed to see us right now’

He asked with siren eyes, breathing hard.

‘Yeah… I’m alright…’

You answered, noticing the bulge in his pants. You laugh inside.

‘Are you okay??’

You asked back.

‘Yea’

He licked his lips then bit his bottom ones.

‘I’m alright.’

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Unexpected Meetings

Hey y’all! This is a work of fiction that I’ve been working on and I really hope you guys enjoy it! It’s a bit of a Detroit: Become Human! AU with a little bit of NHL hockey mixed into it, so if you’re unfamiliar with one fandom, or both, hopefully I did an alright job with giving enough background info and insight. I want to also thank @onigirimiya11 for proof-reading this and helping me with editing, and my younger sister for being a beta reader. Once again, I hope you enjoy this! :)

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None

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8:45:15 PM – November 13th, 2042

Kamski University – Detroit, MI

Raindrops fell upon the dim lit streets of Detroit, puddling and creating mirrors and portals to another universe. The arched building of Kamski University pointed at the sky, as if it were pointing to a god. But there was no other god in Detroit besides Elijah Kamski himself. Android mastermind, a scientist who played god, created machine so close to man, perhaps even a mirror of man. He lived away on the outskirts of Detroit, away from the public eye.

Students at Kamski University were some of the most brilliant minds, only a select few could be enrolled after passing a complex exam along with a few other tests of intelligence. Many looked up to the students at Kamski University. Young, intuitive, dedicated researchers were a model for students all across the globe. They followed the steps of Kamski, working on technology to further advance what man has created, to be better than before. Why play god and end what you have done when you can raise demi-gods?

Many scholars at this time spend their hours working on a project, a new advancement for Detroit, or researching a new discovery, in hopes of clarifying what it would mean for the world. It was never about themselves, it was always what they could do for the future, for Kamski.

She sat there staring at the laptop screen, sorting the lines of code into a more organized unit, the numbers and commands becoming a language that she understood by heart. It was like a tongue that she grew up with, a song that she has recited plenty of times. It started to become a blur in her eyes, the numbers not making sense like it used to a minute ago, the errors in her code becoming more prominent. Her eyes strained at the glaring screen, searching for a solution that wasn’t so evident.

Frustration was building up inside of her, a beast that was starting to be awoken with one small mistake, a monster that could snap at any given moment. She got up and shut the laptop closed, removing the irritating lines of code out of her sight. Her hands reached to her bag, to the door handle, and out of the confining dorm room.

Few minutes from the campus of Kamski University was a museum, a time capsule embedded into the center of Detroit, moments of history frozen into one single place all together. The rain blurred the sharp corners and lights of the building, fading it into the background of the large, noisy city.

She stepped inside of the museum, the soft glow of the lights inside pulling her in further, lulling her into a calm state of mind, a gentle focus on the artifacts on display within the museum. Her footsteps echoed in the almost vacant museum, making it evident that she was allowed to be lost in her own world for a fragment of time.

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10:20:38 PM – 13th November, 2042

Little Caesars Arena – Detroit, MI

The Florida Panthers won an ice hockey game in overtime against the Detroit Red Wings, causing the city to sulk in its loss while the rowdy players filled up a local bar to celebrate victory. Matthew Tkachuk was a well known name amongst hockey players, making his way to the Hockey Hall of Fame with his dedication to winning the Stanley Cup, and with his latest game, scoring the winning goal in overtime.

“C’mon Chucky, just one drink at the bar, please!” Lundell pleaded. “You scored in OT! We’ve got to celebrate right?” He searched Matthew’s face for an answer.

Matthew shook his head and sighed, “No, sorry guys.” The group of men groaned and threw complaints around for a bit.

“Just one drink, Matty,” Lucas said. “and then you can go do whatever you want.”

“No, I’m sorry, I just want to relax and go to sleep early tonight guys,” the chorus of groans and sighs started again.

“Alright guys, let’s leave him alone now. He kind of does have a point,” he went off. “Hope you have fun though Matty.”

Matthew nodded and gave them a tight-lipped smile before heading down the street away from the crowded bar. The small corner-shops and store-fronts passed by him like a hazy memory as he walked down the street. Some stores with toys he played with as a kid, books that he got lost in as a young child.

His footsteps were leading him elsewhere, and he was wandering around the streets of Detroit aimlessly. Wanderlust was drifting around within him, like a young child with freedom in an amusement park full of stuffed animals on display, and the sickly-sweet smell of treats hung around the corner.

The fuzzy city skyline of Detroit painted the night sky, replacing the stars with man-made ones. Dabbles of blue hues hung in the air against metal skyscrapers that grasped the sky, reaching for something above the stormy dark clouds.

He stood on the museum steps, taking in everything that was in front of him. The columns of the building towered over him, the soft glow of the museum pulled him in, the gritty aura of Detroit this late alongside the unpleasant weather conditions seemed to force him into the museum.

And there he stood, inside the museum, seemingly alone with all the trinkets of history. Soft, blue lights illuminated the artifacts and sculptures in the museum, and occasional warm yellow lights hung around certain displays like fireflies. Paintings aligned on the wall stared back at him, peering at his every step deeper into the museum.

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11:04:53 PM - 13th November 2042

Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI

She walked around the museum for a little while, getting lost in the taxidermied wildlife displays. She saw how eerily still the lion looks in a defensive stature against another lion. The simulated background looked so realistic, as if she was there right in front of the fight that was presented right in front of her.

In another, she saw a sleuth of bear cubs fighting each other playfully in a forest, their paws up in the air defensively, mouths agape as if they were caught mid-roar. She smiled softly at the thought of animals experiencing joy just like humans do.

As she wandered around the dimly lit museum, she became more entranced than before, each display more immersing than the last. She observed the great blue whales that seemed to float across the ceiling of the museum slowly, the jellyfish that drifted in a rhythmic motion around the center, with different soft translucent colors floating against the blue ocean above, and starfish of varying colors and patterns clung onto the walls, decorating them in a constellation only found on Earth.

Her footsteps led her along to a small library in the museum. It was well furnished with some small tables and a couple of chairs, as well as some cozy cushions that were sat on a rug that was on the floor. Old-fashioned oil lamps were hung against the wall, giving the room a warm yellow glow that comforted her how Detroit couldn’t. The tall, oak-wood bookshelves were well stocked with encyclopedias and textbooks regarding various subjects that the museum displayed.

She reached for a book that sat on top of a table nearby one of the bookshelves and picked it up in her hands. Examining the cover, she noticed it was 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, a childhood classic of hers. She daydreamed about exploring what could be under the ocean surface, what kind of creatures she would see, and all the sorts of tales she would be able to tell.

As she took a step backwards, she accidentally bumped into someone behind her, which startled her for a brief moment before she let out an apology.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there-” she laughed awkwardly as her face became flushed in embarrassment.

“No no, it’s alright.” The man smiled. “It’s pretty late anyways so I didn’t expect another person here either.” He chuckled.

She sent a friendly smile back, observing him lightly, noticing the mop of curly hair on his head, the little gap between his front teeth, and his warm, soft eyes.

“It’s nice to meet someone in the museum, even if it’s this late ya’know,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm glow of the library illuminated his gentle smile and friendly demeanor.

“Yeah it is, even if I wanted to be here alone, it’s a bit nicer having someone around,”

“Ouch,” he feigned a feeling of hurt, “trying to kick me out of a museum now?”

She quickly tried to sputter out an apology but he finished his thought.

“Just kidding around, sorry. I understand sometimes though, it was pretty cool seeing the museum being empty with no people inside,” he said as he looked at her, “or at least, when I thought there were no people inside.”

Her head nodded in agreement before adding on to his statement. “No, yeah, totally agree. Detroit really outdid themselves with this museum.” She set the book she had previously picked up back on the table nearby her, before turning back to him. “And dare I say, better than the development of androids?” she smirked.

He scoffed, “What makes you say that?”

“Know a few things here and there.” She shrugged.

He looked at her skeptically before continuing to speak again. “Well it’s nice having some company, want to walk around the museum with me?”

“Yeah, sure, that’d be nice,” she smiled.

“Great! I really wanted to explore the planetarium exhibit. I've always wanted to learn more about the planets, but I’ve never had enough time to because of-” He quickly cut himself off before he started rambling. “I’m so sorry, I ramble sometimes,” he said sheepishly.

“No it’s okay, I like hearing you talk.” She looked at him warmly.

He felt himself blush and it seemed like it was just the both of them in the museum, with all the time in the world to explore whatever their hearts desire. “I’m glad to hear that.” His smile was bright, the little gap between his teeth making him look all the more sweet.

She stood near the open doorway of the library and motioned for him to follow along. “Should we go check out the planetarium?”

He nodded and gave her a soft smile, to which she started walking towards the planetarium. They both exited the library, and the warm, mellow glow of the library subsided. It was replaced with a cool, deep blue cast, the signature of Detroit was evident. As they both got closer to the planetarium, stars began slowly appearing on the ceiling, little white dots glimmered against the dark background, mimicking the night sky if it wasn’t so harshly wiped out by the cities.

He could hardly make out her silhouette in the dim lighting, which worried him a bit, because he didn’t want her to get lost or separated from him. As he thought about it, he found it odd that he was worried about her, having just met a half-hour ago, but he pushed the thought aside and reasoned it as ‘basic human morals’ to care about losing a stranger that he had just met.

They both reached the planetarium and were greeted by an android staff member near the entrance. “Welcome to the Henderson Museum Planetarium. How many occupants are viewing the show today?”

“Just two,” he said.

“Wonderful, please follow me,” the android instructed.

They both followed behind the android and into the planetarium. It was a large setting, a quiet and dark circular theater and a large dome-shaped ceiling hung above their heads. She looked up in awe, seeing how full of grandeur the planetarium was.

“Holy smokes, this is-” she paused, “spectacular.”

He stood beside her, looking upwards as well, but he was held speechless. His heart felt so full of lovingness for the moment he was held in. He moved his gaze to her face, noticing her wonder for even just the empty theater, and the beauty she held was amplified tenfold by her desire to explore.

The speakers in the theater announced that the showing was about to begin and viewers should be seated to best enjoy the experience. Lights around the theater began to dim, and they both took their seats.

As soon as they were both seated, the large dome was lit up with a vivid projection of the galaxy, the Milky Way was stunning with all the hues of blue and purple bands on display. Stars were scattered in different variations, and some shone brighter than others.

“This is gorgeous,” he spoke breathlessly.

“It really is.” Her gaze was still held in the magnificent view in front of her. He looked at her gently, observing how the stars reflected in her eyes, and how she was so captivated by each description of the galaxy.

He thought about holding her hand for a moment, the feeling of having her hand in his in a gentle clasp, sharing this moment together.

“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered softly.

She turned his head to him, her attention broken away from the dome above. Her head nodded as a response.

“May I,” he paused, “may I hold your hand?” Time froze as he waited for her answer. Was he being too forward? His stomach fell, he started to regret even asking the question.

“Sure thing,” she responded with a soft smile. Her face was dusted in a blush, as he held his hand out to her. She gently put her hand within his, resting it peacefully. His heart fluttered at the touch and she felt the same way as well. A fuzzy-warm feeling drifted over them like a blanket, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of how late it was in the night or if it was the warmth of her hand in his.

The display went on, multiple planets and moons being described with intricate detail, their bright and yet soft colors spun in front of the sparkling stars. The moment went on as if they were floating amongst the stars and planets without anyone else. It felt so surreal to be in a situation like this, away from all the stress of reality.

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01:05:32 AM - 14th November 2042

Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI

As they both exited the museum, hands were still intertwined with each other closely, the harsh winter air of Detroit struck them both, causing them to shiver. He glanced over at her and noticed how much colder she seemed, and how her grasp on him was closer than before.

He took his jacket off before offering it to her, “Here, take my jacket. Don’t want you to catch a cold or anything,” he said.

She accepted his offer and put the jacket over her shoulders, already feeling how much warmth it provided. “Thank you so much, but what about you?” she questioned. “I don’t want you getting sick either,”

“I can handle it, I’m a tough guy,” he chuckled.

She nodded her head in response as they started walking down the street. His cologne was slightly noticeable on his jacket, a calm and yet bold scent. The rain had eased at this hour, but the cold weather had not. It was much more quiet without cars and traffic in the street, and it seemed much less like the noisy Detroit she knew by heart.

“Sorry if this question is personal, but are you able to get home? I can call a cab if you want,” he asked.

“No worries, I’m able to get home easily.” She smiled. “Just a brief walk to the university down there,”

He nodded in acknowledgement, allowing the peaceful silence between the two of them to linger in the air. As they continued walking, the realization struck him, he was most likely never going to see her again. He didn’t want her to leave his life, he wanted to spend more time with her like this.

“Can I get your number? I mean,” he corrected himself quickly, “so that we can talk again. I really enjoyed tonight, even if it wasn’t planned,”

She found his awkwardness endearing and she smiled back, “Of course, I really enjoyed tonight as well, even if it was unexpected,”

They exchanged phone numbers and she looked up at him. “I am so sorry, but what’s your name?”

He then realized that he never even told her his name, to which he responded with embarrassment. “I am truly sorry,” he chuckled, “my name is Matthew.”

“That’s a cute name, do you want your jacket back Matthew?” she asked.

“No thanks, it looks a lot better on you.” He winked.

They both laughed as they parted ways, the sparks between them ablaze, their hearts both warm and content with what they’ve shared and the memories they’ve created.

#nhl players #nhl writing #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk #nhl fic #nhl #hockey #matthew tkachuk fluff #dbh au #detroit: become human! au #fluff #museums #florida panthers #panthers imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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nerdysleepybunny · 2 years ago

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I have a really stupid and personal TPN request— I am condemned for feeling love for a woman, and I am insecure of my feelings for her.

How would Emma react if (reader) talks about their insecurity of loving women, if they’re doing the right thing?

Mostly seeking comfort in this ask lol, and if this is too much, or too personal; please ignore it.

With all my heart, I want you to be comfortable taking requests and writing them.

Love you Shroomie, <3

— New Fan

This isn’t stupid at all! As a gay woman who often questions my sexuality I sort of relate to this. And I appreciate you for worrying about my comfort. I love you too, new fan! You’re awesome! <33 Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Emma (ft. Ray & Norman)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you) ((reader is lesbian and is an AFAB but I’ll still refer to reader with gn pronouns))

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: Reader is a lesbian who is insecure and a bit unsure of their sexuality, so they seek Emma out for comfort.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Not only would you be ridiculed for loving someone romantically at this age, but it’d be even worse if they knew it was girls you were having these feelings for. You’ve read quite a few romance books in the library, and all they ever talked about were men and women. You tried to like boys, you truly did. But your heart was instead aching for one of the same gender.

Their uniform, their hair, their voice, their laugh, their personality, everything was just so gorgeous to you. All of these beauties were something that you simply couldn’t find in a boy. But you couldn’t express these feelings with anyone, not even Mom. Though, now that you thought about it, there was one particular girl who never judged anyone, no matter what horrible things they’ve done, and always tries her best to help everyone out.

Emma, the orange haired girl. One of the children who always got top scores, and who was a mother figure to every child at the orphanage. The exact girl who made you realize these odd feelings. Maybe she’d understand, maybe she’d be able to lend an ear and help you.

And so, you went out to the field where all the orphans were playing tag. Perfect timing, it seemed, as Emma was walking out the forest having a tantrum about how it wasn’t fair how Norman always won, with said boy laughing behind her. You saw this as an opportunity and took it, running over to her and grabbing her hand. She and her two best friends, Norman and Ray, looked at you.

“Uh, Emma, could we talk somewhere private?” The boys shared a suspicious look, which got you worried. You hoped you weren’t being too weird right now.

“Oh, sure! How does the library sound?” The girl replied, as positive as ever.

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome, let’s go!” She tightened her grip on your hand and ran inside, with you stumbling behind her trying to keep up. The boys were left wondering what was going on. You never really managed to make any friends, so you were always alone. You spent your time either in the library or in your room. The only time you were around everyone else was at breakfast and dinner, or when Mom forced you outside to try and make friends. Which sadly never worked, so you’d end up holding back tears as your face was shoved in her dress, feeling as unwanted as ever. They felt bad for you, honestly. But why would you suddenly come up and talk to someone? Ray was more than suspicious. Norman calmed him down with the idea that maybe you were just trying to make friends, besides Emma is one of the easiest people to befriend. Everyone knew that. Though that didn’t relax Ray from thinking you were trying to do something, so he went to spy on the two of you, leaving Norman no choice but to go with him.

The two of you arrived at the library, you leaning on a table out of breath. Since you never played tag, you weren’t used to running. Especially at the same speeds as Emma. The girl nervously chuckled and mumbled some apologies, you doing your best to tell her she was forgiven with your lack of oxygen.

Ray and Norman finally arrived at the library, peeking through the crack in the door and listening closely.

When you finally caught your breath, you stood up and looked at Emma.

“I just… needed someone to talk to about some thoughts I’ve been having. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’m here to listen.” She smiled at you and sat down on the floor, you sitting in front of her and looking at the wooden floor, fiddling with your hands.

“So… you know how girls are supposed to like boys?” Emma’s eyes glowed up and she began giggling.

“OH MY GOSH, DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?!” You rushed to cover her mouth with your hand, Ray and Norman attempting to hold back their laughs.

“Let me finish! Um, instead of liking boys I like… girls.” Emma finally calmed down and looked at you with curiosity.

“Really? That’s cool!”

“You aren’t… weirded out by it?” Emma shook her head.

“Of course not, love is love! You can like anybody you want. You can even love something that isn’t human! But that’d be a little scary.” You giggled at her rambling, finally looking into her eyes.

“I really appreciate that. I always thought people would think that it’s weird.”

“Well, if they do, just know that I’m okay with it! And I’m sure everyone here would be fine with it too! You should try talking to them.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“Oh, you’re nervous? That’s okay! We can start with Ray and Norman!” Emma grabbed your hand and rushed out the library with you, making Ray and Norman stumble back when the doors were shoved open.

“Were you two spying on us?”

“Uh, no.” Ray said, looking away. Norman hit his arm and looked Emma and you in the eye.

“Yeah, we were spying on you. Ray was suspicious of Y/N.” Emma gasped and started hitting Ray on the head over and over, making him get up and run away whilst Emma continues to chase him. You and Norman laughed together.

“Hey, Y/N. Sit next to me.” He patted the floor next to him, and you sat down.

“We both heard everything, and we support you and are willing to be your friend. We can even help you make friends with the other children if you’d like! Though you may want to go to Emma for that, Ray and I are more used to our little friend group.” You nodded, scooting a bit closer to him, feeling safe and comfortable in his presence.

“Thank you.” He hummed in response, before getting up.

“Maybe we should find the other two before Emma kills him.” Norman laughed a bit, and you nodded and got up, the two of you running around in search of your friends.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Apologies if this wasn’t to your liking! And I got a bit carried away with Norman and Ray lmfao. But I still hope you all enjoyed! <33

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn emma #bun asks

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inevitablemoment · 2 years ago

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“you’re doing great.”

Word Count: 818

Warnings: Nightmares, character death in dream, parenting insecurities, past parent deaths, mentions of a canonical character death, past possession/loss of autonomy, mental health issues, subtly implied past suicide attempt, mentioned ableism

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Callie Spengler x Gary Grooberson

EEEEEEEEE! I’m finally writing for Spenglerson! I think that they’re so underrated, and I can’t wait to see more of them in the sequel to Afterlife.

Anything about Callie’s childhood that I mentioned in this fic is part of the headcanons that I created about her mother, whom I named Cathleen Paige Spengler and is depicted in my currently ongoing fic, I Want To Know Your Story.

Also, random thing, I missed seeing Paul Rudd, Ernie Hudson, and William Atherton filming at the firehouse BY ONE DAY! My parents and I joined my college’s redeye trip to New York, which meant we left Friday night, spent Saturday in New York, and were home by Sunday morning.

BY ONE DAY! I’m never going to get over this.

But, enjoy!

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Gary never slept well in hotel rooms, no matter how nice the most moderately priced Hampton Inn that he could find was. Besides the usual homesickness that usually arose, he was used to his bed being pushed against the wall of his room. He could share a story or two of rolling out of the bed in a hotel room

And he had struggled to fall asleep, considering that they were staying in New York. Even though he usually went to bed late, he was so jet lagged that he wanted nothing more than to sleep, but the city’s activity outside his window was too stimulating.

This time, though, the feeling of Callie in his arms had helped him wind down. The way that she had nestled herself against his chest felt like he was holding a life sized heating pad, and the rhythm of her breathing was like a lullaby.

But as his previous hotel stays had proven, it was inevitable that he would wake up in the middle of the night and never be able to wake up. Though, this time, it wasn’t because he had fallen out of the bed.

It was because he could feel Callie trembling in his arms, her hot tears falling onto his skin.

“No... no, please,” she was whimpering. “You-- you can’t! Please, stop!”

The volume of her voice began to climb, and her movements grew more erratic.

“Cals?” he began as gently as he could, sitting up as best as he could while still keeping Callie close to him.

“Stop, please!” Callie continued to cry before her words just turned into heartbreaking sobs.

“Cals...”

He turned her around so that she would be facing him. Her eyes began to open, looking into his with such... such sadness that others wouldn’t care to think that Callie Spengler could feel.

“G-- Gary...” she choked his name out.

“It’s me, Cals,” he promised.

“And... and the kids?” Callie asked.

“They’re here-- Pheebs is in the next bed, and Trev crashed in the chair,” he reminded her, gesturing to each of the children’s said position.

Callie’s eyes hesitantly looked at both Phoebe and Trevor, relief flooded through her as she leaned against Gary again.

“Nightmare?” he asked.

“The same one,” Callie answered. “When-- when that dog bitch or whatever possessed me... but it just makes me attack Phoebe and Trevor, and-- and there’s so much blood, and--”

She pulled away from him, burying her face into her hands.

“It-- I j--”

“I know, it’s horrifying,” Gary agreed. “But that’s not who you are?”

“Isn’t it?” Callie asked rhetorically, lifting her head up. “I’m a shitty, shitty mother, Gary. I just need to face it.”

“No, you’re not. You’re a human mother.”

“When I got pregnant with Trevor, I had no idea how to do it,” she confessed. “The grandmother raising me was a zealous bitch that wanted me to replace my mother for her, my dad’s side of the family couldn’t contact me in any way because my grandparents ran off to Chicago the second they won custody, my mom was dead... I had no one on my side besides my husband.”

She tried to hold back the tears as she remembered how dark those first few months after Trevor’s birth were... and how she wanted anything done if it meant that the constant numbness and exhaustion and frustration and feelings of uselessness and inadequacy would just stop.

“When Phoebe came along, I thought that it’d be easier the second time around,” she mused. “But then, when she got the diagnosis... the man that I considered the only man that I could count on, he just... checked out. He didn’t know how to act around her anymore, and... neither did I. I-- I tried to join one of those groups for moms with kids on the spectrum, but I learned what that puzzle piece on their bumpers really stood for, and I... finding resources just kept getting harder and harder as the money kept getting smaller and smaller...”

“Hey...”

His voice was gentle enough to keep her from spiraling even further. He cupped her face, wiping her tears away with his thumb.

“You’re doing great,” he said. “You’re doing better. I’ve seen you. Like I said, you’re human and you make mistakes. But you’re making up for them. I know how much you love these kids, even if it’s... it can be hard to be a mom sometimes. I may not get it, but I’m...”

“You’re empathizing with me,” Callie filled in.

“Yeah,” he said. “And I know that Phoebe and Trevor love you, and appreciate you.”

Another thought began to pick at Callie, and she voiced it before she could truly stop herself.

“You think... you think that my parents would be proud of me?”

Gary smiled at her. “I know they would. I may not have met them, but I know.”

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s-creations · 1 year ago

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26 Ways to Feel Mortal - T: Thoughtless

26 Chapters based around experiences that newly arrived Geno experiences while trying to find the Star Pieces.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: Teen and UP Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Rating for Teen needed for later chapters, but shouldn't be to worrisome, I'll have warnings if I'm worried, Poly relations!, Main characters will always be named, Minor characters will arrive as needed, the chapters are not in a specific order, just meets the needs of the given word, please be aware of spoilers.

Unintentional continuation of 'Offbeat'. Warning, this is going to be another heavy one.

Thoughtless: (adjective) Of a person or their behavior not showing consideration for the needs of other people.

They’d won over Valentina, but it wasn’t as rewarding as it should have been.

The group didn’t find the Star Piece.

They did find a Fallen Star.

The glass from the deep frame had been removed. Geno couldn’t bring himself to pull the Fallen Star out. He knew he was shaking. Unable to look away from the dull form resting inside.

He knew what he had to do.”

But the thought of doing so made him feel so sick.

Geno looked up when Mario carefully sat next to the puppet. The rest of the team wasn’t seen, no doubt wanting to give the distraught being some space. Mario, on his part, gently laid his hands over Geno’s on the frame.

“Do you…know them?” Mario asked softly.

Geno slowly shook his head. “No, I don’t even recognize them. They…They may have fallen long before I was created.”

Mario hummed softly, nodding. “Do you want some help?”

“No. I mean…” Geno let out a slow breath, unable to stop the tears falling. “I just need to do this… I just, I don’t want to touch them and…I’m terrified.”

“I’m here, I’m right here. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it.”

“Can you… Can you get them out of there?”

Mario nodded, gently pulling the deep frame from Geno’s hands. The puppet watched through watery eyes as the Fallen Star emerged slowly from their imprisonment. Geno immediately cupped his hands to hold them close as Mario passed them over.

Quickly putting the frame down, Mario gave his full attention to Geno. Offering a confident nod to the fearful look he was given.

Geno steadied his soul to center himself. Breathing deeply before crushing the Fallen Star between his hands. Mario just barely able to hold himself back from letting out a gasp.

The darkened area was alight by small orbs of brilliant white light that emerged from Geno’s hands. Who opened them back up to allow all that he held could float away from him. Both silently watching as said light slowly lifted themselves up to the inky sky. Mario absolutely transfixed as said light disappeared and seemed to become new stars.

He was brought back to the situation hearing a heavy sob from Geno. The human scrambled over to tightly wrap his arms around Geno, who clung back to Mario desperately. Sobbing as he poured his sorrow out.

“You’re okay,” Mario whispered as he gently rocked the puppet, “Let it all out, you’re okay.”

It took awhile for Geno to exhaust himself, reaching the point where he could only quietly cry. Attempting to soak up as much comfort and warmth Mario could give him.

“How could she…” Geno whispered.

“Geno…”

“She just…took a living being and trapped them! They were probably alive when they’d been put in that prison. She just treated them like some stupid, worthless gem. They weren’t! They were a living being, with thoughts and feelings! And she- she just….”

Mario tightened his grip on Geno’s as the puppet fell apart once more. “I know, I know…”

“She’s horrible! How…How could she treat someone like that? How could someone ask like that?”

Mario let out a slow breath, attempting to keep himself together. Shifting them both so he could hold Geno as close as he possibly could. “It’s…not fair, and even that’s a minimal way to speak about this. Some don’t see others as important. Everyone’s just…a tool for them to use. They’re not equal.”

“So they just treat others like…like nothing?”

“I know, I know it’s disturbing to hear. I hate that others can be that heartless,” Mario let out a shaky breath, shutting his eyes tightly, “I…I really wish you didn’t have to experience this.”

“I wish they were still here…”

“I know. Try and take some comfort in knowing you did the best thing for them. You brought Valentina to justice and freed them.”

Geno let out a shaky sigh as he buried himself further into Mario’s hold. “I don’t feel that I did enough.”

“You did, I promise you did. Because you did what you could.”

Geno still felt horrible. But as he settled further into Mario, he knew he had to be content with what had been done.

#geno smrpg #geno #mario #mallow #princess peach #bowser #genario #s-creations #fanfiction

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lavenderlevetan · 2 years ago

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hi <3 i'm going to bother you. part one.

1, 3, 7, 12, 18, 29 :)

thank you for bothering me <33

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

oh i am absolutely always stumbling through the wilderness, i have literally never once started a multi-chapter fic knowing how i want it to end

3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

a solid 6.5 i think, depends on how romancy the romance is

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

LMFAO, i’ll start by saying it doesn’t exist anymore i deleted it years ago, so sadly i cannot send anyone the link. BUT it was a wattpad naruto fanfic i wrote out of pure spite after deciding i could write one better than some of the others i had read without having even watched the show. it was an oc x kiba fic, with a slight love triangle between oc kiba and naruto. it won a watty fandom award back when that was a thing

12. do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that?

i do!! i just completely stop writing and try doing something else to keep creating but let my brain take a break bc it apparently needs it, that’s how a lot of my other like collages or fanart or shitty amvs get made. like rn for example!!! i’m having trouble focusing on either of my ongoing fics, so i’ve been drawing Ronance as mermaids! here’s a little WIP of that

18. what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

most: writing!!

least: writing.

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

here’s a little unedited blurb from the next bloodletting chapter!:

“You aren’t safe.”

It wasn’t a statement said out of concern for Nancy’s wellbeing. It was an announcement declaring Nancy as the threat—that she was the danger. Jane had figured out just exactly what it was Nancy needed help with. Maybe she had already known.

“You aren’t safe,” Jane repeated, her hand slowly sliding off, “You need to leave.”

No, no! Don’t send me away yet. Please.

Nancy caught Jane’s wrist in a surge of desperation, “Wait, please. I need your help, I can’t live like this. I need you to get him out of my head. I need him gone.”

“I can’t help you. I’m sorry.”

Nancy had to force herself to swallow a miserable wail as she let go of Jane, “But… you were the one who sent him away in the first place.”

Jane shook her head solemnly, then nodded towards the wretched scar on Nancy’s neck, “This is different. I stopped him from getting Max. He already has you.”

“He doesn’t–that’s not fair,” Nancy’s hands curled into fists so tight her knuckle bones looked like they were mere seconds from ripping through her paper skin, “This isn’t fair.”

“It’s not,” Jane agreed solemnly, “I am sorry.”

#eve answers #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING MARIELLE <3

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aliteral-ghost · 2 years ago

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Back on my blue9 bullshit no one talk to me

#mcc #hermitcraft #blue9 #please i wasn’t even in the fandom when they won help

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practickles · 2 years ago

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To Save a Director's Smile

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Rui Kamishiro

Lers: Tsukasa Tenma, Nene Kusanagi, Emu Otori

Written platonic but it's ambiguous enough to be open to interpretation.

Word Ct: 1.5k

Warnings: Tickles, Maybe some slightly guilt tripp-y lauguage? It's entirely a joke though and it's understood as a joke by everyone involved.

This is heavily inspired by that one side story where Tsukasa doesn't let Rui do an idea and he gets all pouty and drags Emu and Nene into it.

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“I’m just saying it won’t work! It’s just unrealistic for what we have to work with,” huffed Tsukasa after yet another one of Rui’s overambitious ideas for a stunt in their newest show. After all, it was his duty as troupe leader to keep everyone reigned in. (And had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Rui’s idea was certain to include some new stunt with Tsukasa as the victim)

“And I’m saying with enough work, we can make it happen! As a troupe, we should be working to improve and push ourselves to be better. How do you expect to become a world star with that kind of attitude?” Rui countered.

“I can’t be any kind of star at all if one of your crazy ideas kills me!” Tsukasa all but yelled.

“Aw,” Rui began, taking on an exaggerated pout, “I just thought you’d want to try something new.”

Tsukasa gave a deep sigh. “Rui. I’m not playing this game with you.”

“What game? I’m being completely serious here. And frankly, I’m offended and heartbroken you would take my sadness with such jest.” His ruse was only betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stared down the troupe leader.

“You do this all the time. I know you’re messing with me. You’re just pretending so you can have your way.” Tsukasa ran a frustrated hand through his own hair.

“This level of betrayal? From my beloved leader? I would never do such a thing” Rui gasped. He began to shed (admittedly very convincing) fake tears to truly express his levels of distress at the situation. “Won’t you please please please let me do the stunt? I assure you it would make the whole show. And it would wipe away these tears rolling down my poor, poor, downcast, despairing, and otherwise inconsolable saddened face. I may never smile again without it.”

“Hmm,” Tsukasa began, a slight teasy lilt in his voice that Rui, due in no small part to his own dramatics, failed to notice. “I know it does make you very sad.”

Rui glanced up expectantly, his pouty facade beginning to morph into smugness. He just knew his dear troupe leader couldn’t hold out on him that long.

Tsukasa made a step towards him. “And I just can’t stand seeing you so down.”

Another step. “What a shame it would be if I never got to see that radiant smile again.”

Another step. “After all, our director knows best.”

At last, Rui had won. He didn’t even have to convince the others to join in his sorrow.

Wait.

It couldn’t be this easy, could it? Tsukasa never went down without at least a half-hearted fight, especially when it came to Rui’s stunts. The flattery? And the immediate compliance? Combined with the quickly closing distance between the two, it didn’t make sense.

Another step. Tsukasa was now less than an arm's length from Rui, staring directly in his still teary eyes. “And we all care about you so much.”

“So why don’t we just help you smile again?”

Rui didn’t even have time to process the words before he felt two strong arms swiftly pulling him into a firm, confining hug and two hands spidering up and down his ribs, sending the former into a fit of surprised, giddy laughter.

“AHAHAHATSUKASAA” Rui yelled, squirming fruitlessly in the other man’s arms.

“See? Now you’re laughing that pretty laugh! It wasn’t so hard to get you all cheery again!” Tsukasa said brightly.

“NAHAHA, NOT CHEEEHERY!” The taller of the two only barely managed to gasp out through his screeching and ever reddening face. “EMHUHU, NEHENE, HEHELP ME!”

The girls spectating exchanged twin smiles containing nothing but adoration for their poor, trapped director.

“You know, Emu, I think Rui has a point,” Nene chimed in, “He said it himself, he’s not cheery yet, we should go help him to make sure he feels all better.”

“NOHOHO, NOHOT WHAHAT I MEAHNT,” protested Rui, squirming, growing more furious but equally futile in an attempt to escape his oncoming demise.

Emu let out a small gasp, “I think you’re right, Nene! It would be so mean of us to leave him there suffering! We have to help him smile!”

“DOHON’T YOHOU TWO DARHEHERE” Rui screamed. “STAYHEY BAHACK”

Nene shook her head and clicked her tongue. She began her slow walk towards Rui, Emu excitedly bouncing at her side. Each tap of their shoes on the stage steadily getting closer to him as he knew what was going to happen when they got to him was, in Rui’s opinion, the cruelest form of torture “Poor helpless Rui.” Nene began, having to significantly raise her volume for anyone, much less the source of the noise, to even hear her. “Begging for help but when he gets it, he can’t accept it. So trapped and ticklish and he can’t even do anything about it.” She stood right in front of him, Tsukasa slowing down only so that Rui could hear her over his own laughter. She hovered her hands over all of his worst spots. His ribs, his arms, his hips, and his neck, as if carefully deciding where to strike first. “Hmm, maybe I should go easy on you. After all, the only reason you’re still standing is because Tsukasa is holding you up. We both know you’d be curled up shrieking on the floor without him. I don’t think he could continue to keep you still with much more of your thrashing. But then again, I don’t really mind you taking him to the floor with you.”

“Hey!” Tsukasa reprimanded.

Ignoring him, Nene continued. “Maybe I’ll gooo.. No… maybeee.. No, not there either.” With each new consideration, she hovered her hands over a new spot, sending the already laughing boy into near hysterics.

“Neneeeee,” Emu whined. “Why can we just tickle him alreadyy-”

“Hmmmm,” Nene drew the hum out for a long time, considering her options. “Okay,” She latched her hands onto Rui’s hips and started rapidly squeezing them. Emu quickly joined in by spidering her hands at his neck, making good use of her nails on the sensitive spot.

“Ahh kitchi kitchi coo! Ahh tickle tickley tickle!” Emu teased.

If Rui thought he had it bad before, he was not prepared for the addition of four new hands combined with Emu’s playful words and Nene’s cruel teases. He could barely even make out words anymore, opting for screeches of laughter, occasionally interrupted by calls that sounded vaguely like his troupe member’s names.

True to Nene’s word, he very quickly lost the ability to stand and with Tsukasa’s gentle assistance, crumpled to the ground in ticklish agony. He instinctively squirmed and wiggled, not truly trying to get away and letting himself get lost in his laughter and the feeling of six hands targeting his worst spots. He couldn’t think about anything except just how bad it tickled.

“As fun as this has been, my dear troupe, I think he’s had enough,” Tsukasa pointed out, taking note of Rui’s (now legitimately) teary eyes and very flushed face. Emu and Nene nodded and removed their hands while Tsukasa gradually slowed down to light scribbles and then to gentle rubbing to help what were sure to be horrible tingles.

“AhEhetheh,” Rui tried to make out words but couldn’t get far enough past the fuzzy, ticklish feeling in his brain to say anything intelligible. He curled into himself and just kept giggling himself silly.

“Awwwww! Rui, you’re so cute and giggly! I love your squealies!” Rui somehow blushed even darker at Emu’s complement

“He doesn’t need to be any more flustered, right now Emu.” Nene cut in, “Let’s give him a second and then you can say whatever you want to him.”

“Nohohohoooo,” Rui protested, “Thahahat’s gonahahaha eheehehehehe,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence without the phantom tickles running rampant all over him and impairing his speech.

Tsukasa gently ran his hand through Rui’s messy, purple hair, smiling in adoration as he leaned into the comforting touch. “Shhh, just breathe for now. We’ll listen once you’ve calmed down a bit.”

Nene handed him a cold bottle of water. Rui wasted no time in using Tsukasa to pull himself into a sitting position, and down half of the bottle in one drink.

“Thahank yohohou” Rui weakly giggled. “I lihiked thahaht a lohoht.”

“Well that’s good because I like tickling you a lot!” Emu chirped.

“Yeah, it is kinda fun to be able to get you to shut up.” Nene smiled, no real malice in her words.

“Of course, Rui. Anything to make our director smile.” Tsukasa added.

“Anyhehthing?” Rui asked, the same mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

“Don’t push it,” Tsukasa said with a poke to Rui’s ribs, sending him into yet another giggle fit from the still hypersensitive skin.

“Okahahy, okahay” Rui conceded. “I won't. For now.”

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I'm gonna be honest, this was meant to be a warm up drabble for my Squealing Santa writing. However it got so out of hand, it became my first tickle fic. Hooray!

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idk if my request went through cuz my internet went weird just now-- but anyways, could I perhaps get a soft corpse x reader in which they're all playing among us and Rae or Sean invites (y/n), who none of them have every heard of, and she's just very shy but has an adorable childlike voice, and is an incredible imposter? Like she's just super convincing just like corpse, and can tug at the heartstrings with her voice? thank you!

spell. | corpse husband

part two ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Fandom: uhh youtubers? idk

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi it’s a long overdue corpse fic :) it’s not the absolute best and for that i’m super sorry i’ve just got to get in the groove of writing for him!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You were never one to enjoy the spotlight. Instead, you were often found in the background of things, just observing the extroverts who managed to get themselves in the middle of everything.

You had a nerve to admire them- their ability to just get out there and show their true selves, despite so many people watching their every move. Just the thought of it made you shudder. Yet you couldn’t help but also be rather envious of them.

Them, in question, being Sean McLoughlin.

You weren’t quite sure how you became associated with Jacksepticeye himself, choosing to focus on the present and future with your friend rather than dwelling on your past. He was just Sean, your internet friend. And also Jacksepticeye- a famous youtuber with millions of followers.

Sean was who you aspired to be in life. Outgoing, happy, out there, everything positive in life that Sean had, you wanted.

He’d confided in you often about how nervous he’d get before streams or videos, fearing that he’d say the wrong thing or upset his fans, but he still put on a brave face and went out into the chaos. That’s what you admired. His ability to conquer those anxieties.

You wished you could do that. You were simply too nervous.

Which is why when Sean facetimed you one night- morning, actually, seeing as it was 3am in California, where you were- asking you to join a game of Among Us for one of his videos, you adamantly refused.

“Why? Please, Y/N, we need one more person.” Sean begged, “It’ll be me, you, Felix, Ethan, Corpse, Julien, PJ, and Dave. Not everyone’s playing today, it’s a smaller crowd.”

“But it’s still a lot.” You groaned, “I don’t even know them. I just know you.”

“They’re nice! You literally watch their videos.” He argued back.

“That’s the point, Sean! They’re famous, I’d just be some random chick in the game that everyone asks where the fuck she came from.”

“No, you’ll be the girl that everyone adores. Now get on, we’re playing in ten.”

You sighed as the phone hung up and turned on your computer. A Discord invite was waiting for you- Sean must have invited you for you to talk to everyone as you played. You accepted with shaky fingers and put your headphones on, pulling up Among Us and typing in the game code.

“Hello everyone- wait, who’s pink?”

“She’s a good friend of mine,” Sean explained to Felix, “Say hi Y/N. We’re streaming live right now.”

“Hello,” You couldn’t help the meek tone in your voice, smiling shyly as if you were actually on camera. “Wait, you’re streaming? Sean, I thought you said it was a recording for a video.”

“I, well. It’s a video all right.”

The group laughed, but you stayed silent, fixating your attention on a lower voice that chimed in at the end.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Corpse.”

“The King of Imposters.” PJ joked, making Corpse laugh.

You giggled a bit, “Hi…”

Felix gasped. “Corpse, her voice is like, the total opposite from yours. Her’s is so cute.”

Corpse laughed as well. “Agreed. I like it.”

As the game loaded, your heart practically dropped.

Imposter.

As if your nerves weren’t bad enough as they were. But, on the bright side, you were with Sean as the other imposter. At least it was someone you knew.

You both split up, you heading towards Electrical. Corpse and Felix were close behind you, Felix following you into the room while Corpse left. You pretended to do your task for a minute before moving to your left a minute and killing Felix.

You rushed out of the room and then headed to Navigations, making sure to avoid anybody who could have seen you leave Electrical. A few moments later, a body was reported.

“Where was it?” Sean asked Julien, the reporter.

“Electrical.”

“I saw Y/N go in there with him at the beginning of the game.” Corpse joined in, “I saw them as I was going to the Reactor.”

“I was in Electrical with him,” You admitted, still acting a bit shy. What could you say, deep voices and new people made you nervous. “But after that I left and went to do my task in Navigation. Felix was still alive and there when I left.”

“Did you pass anyone sus on the way there?” Sean asked.

“No, if they came in after I did it must’ve either been from the other way or after I was already in Electrical.” You started picking at your nail polish- a habit of yours when things got a little overwhelming.

“So you’re saying that it could’ve been from the direction Corpse was in?” You could hear the smirk in Sean’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why are you so quick to throw me under the bus? I’m just a crewmate.” Corpse questioned, “You’re pretty sus if you ask me.”

Sean scoffed, “I’m just inferring that the culprit came from your direction. Never in my words did I say it was you. Sounds like you’re getting a little too defensive for someone who’s ‘just a crew mate’.”

“Uh, guys,” You quietly spoke up. You didn’t expect anyone to hear you, but Corpse and Sean immediately quieted down at your voice. “I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got to vote. I don’t want us to argue…”

Sean laughed. “Oh little Y/N, you’re too sweet. I’m skipping this round.”

As you voted to skip as well, your stomach clenched when you heard Corpse quietly repeat “Little Y/N”.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

“It’s Y/N, I’m fucking telling you! Y/N!” Julien was practically screaming at this point. You tried to stay calm, focusing on keeping your voice steady.

The group had been calling you cute and adorable practically all night, so you were seriously about to put that to use.

“I was in Medbay with Corpse, isn’t that right, Corpse?” Your tone was sweet and slightly flirty- hopefully he’d get the hint.

Corpse hesitated for a millisecond- long enough for your breath to catch, but short enough for nobody else to notice. “Yeah, she was with me.”

“She was with you after she vented there!” Julien cried, “I can’t believe this- she killed Ethan and vented away right as I went into the room! You all are fucking nuts if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t even know how to vent…” You murmured innocently, but in reality you were smirking. Julien was definitely telling the truth, and you were internally beating yourself up for letting yourself be so reckless after a kill, but nobody was seemingly buying his story.

There was only you, Corpse, Julien, Dave, and PJ left. Sean was voted off after fucking up his alibi, leaving you alone with the rest of the group.

Corpse sighed. “You all heard the girl. She doesn’t even know how to vent.”

“Wh- she just fucking vented!” Julien exclaimed, “Corpse, man, she’s got you under some fucking magic spell if you can’t see all the evidence. Guys, back me up here.”

“She’s sus.” Dave admitted, “And Corpse defending her makes it even more sus.”

“The spell she tried on him obviously got the best of him. I say we vote Y/N.” PJ agreed.

“There’s no spell, guys, oh my God.” Corpse laughed, “I just don’t think it’s her. I’m skipping.”

“I can’t believe you guys don’t believe me!” You whined, deciding to go further with your emotional tactics, “I’m literally about to cry. It’s not me!”

And yet, despite your protests, Dave, PJ, and Julien all voted you out. Crewmates had won the game and you were giggling nearly like a maniac as everyone gushed about how you did as an Imposter.

A bit later, you had to say goodbye to your new friends and face the reality that their fans would definitely find who you were by tomorrow. Or like, in a few hours, because it was already 4am. Corpse was in California as well, wasn’t he? He should be getting some sleep too, you thought. But maybe sleep schedules were different for Youtubers. You didn’t know.

You pondered the thought for a moment before the notification sound for Discord alerted you of a new message on your phone.

Corpse:

Just letting you know, your voice definitely had me under a spell. I’d like to hear it more often

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