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randoms-fandoms · 22 days

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Hi! Would I be able to request Marcy Wu x Fem!Reader who goes and ASKS HER to play Creatures and Caverns or Watch War of the Warlocks? (She deserves it! 🥺)

Absolutely! I do not know anything about the game, but I’ll try my best <3

Warnings: a little bit of canon typical calamity trio toxicity, but with the reader thrown into the mix :)

Relationships: pre-established Marcy Wu x (female) reader

Marcy Wu had been your best friend for years. Of course you didn’t predate Sasha, and certainly not Anne— but what you had was more special. More tender than the loud, fierce friendship the three shared. Your bond surpassed platonic feelings, at least on your end.

Your feelings were clear. You loved Marcy. You had for years now, though this more painful edge had only recently developed.

When Marcy kept you up all night on the phone, crying because Sasha had chosen to invite Anne to something and not her, of course you felt compassionate. You also felt angry. Not because of your lost sleep, but angry on Marcy’s behalf. Why even tell her about the activity if you’re not gonna invite her?

Whenever you all hung out as a group, something that happened more often now that the school year had began, you didn’t miss how the excited grin on Marcy’s face would fade when she noticed Anne and Sasha weren’t paying attention to what she was talking about. You just bit your tongue and engaged in Marcy’s story, trying to cheer her up.

It nearly pushed you over the edge when you noticed Marcy had cut off all of her colorful friendship bracelets. “Anne said that’s why people make fun of me in P.E— its not really a thing people wear anymore.” She explained casually, shrugging, as if it didn’t matter. Her arms looked bare and lonely.

You tried not to hate them, you really did— Marcy loves Anne and Sasha, I’m sure they’re actually nice… but you were just so frustrated that they were unintentionally ignoring the funniest, smartest, kindest person in the world.

A mean little part of you was kind of glad that their friendship seemed to be struggling. You hated it every time Marcy was hurt by them, but at the same time, you felt a small bit of joy in being the one to comfort her.

All these conflicting feelings were eating you alive. You couldn’t stop thinking about Marcy, everything you saw reminded you of her.

One weekend, you were cleaning your room when you found an old set of dice that hadn’t been used in a while— they were a birthday gift from years ago, but you hadn’t played creatures and caverns in what felt like forever. I bet Marcy would have fun with this, you thought with a smile.

The next think you knew you were pacing your room with a ringing phone to your ear, heart beating in your throat. You didn’t know why you were nervous; you hung out with Marcy all the time— but this would be the first time she came to your house. You usually hung out at her house.

Marcy picked up the phone after two rings. “Hey, how’s it going?” She asked. You could hear the smile in her voice.

“Um, hi Marcy! I’m good, I was just, uh—“ you looked down at the small bag of dice in your hand. “Are you busy today?”

“No, never.” She said with a little laugh. “I’m free pretty much every weekend.”

You nodded to yourself. “…Do you want to come over and play creatures and caverns with me?”

Marcy gasped. “Of course!” She exclaimed. “You have no idea how happy I am—“ you heard a crash on the other end of the line. She must have gotten up too fast and tripped. “I-I’ll be over in just a minute! Text me your address!”

You smiled wide, excited to see her. “I will! See you soon!”

The room felt too quiet when you hung up the phone. You already missed her. After texting her your address (and receiving a string of happy emojis in response), you looked up and came back to reality— I should get ready.

You surprised yourself by how quickly you got dressed. A cute shirt from a concert you had been to over the summer and a comfortable pair of shorts. You looked over yourself in the bathroom mirror and smiled.

You were glad you were already close to being done with your cleaning when you got distracted— all you had to do was make your bed, which didn’t take long.

Marcy arrived quickly. She looked out of breath when you opened the door, face flushed and breathing hard as she unbuckled her bicycle helmet. “Hi!” She said, smiling wide.

Her excitement made you happy. “Hey, Marcy! Come on in.” You stepped aside to let Marcy in. She took off her shoes and left them by the door.

“Um… thanks for inviting me over!”

“Of course! You’re the first person I thought of when I found these.” You pulled the bag of dice out of your pocket and felt yourself smile automatically when Marcy’s face lit up.

She took the bag from you and opened it, beaming. “Oh my gosh, this is a limited edition set! Where did you get it? They stopped making these forever ago!”

“I got them for a birthday present.” You replied, trying to remember all those years ago. “My parents must have found them in a secondhand store or something. Anyway…”

“I brought all my stuff, and plenty of paper. This is perfect! We could design up our own caverns, and do a whole campaign together!” Marcy looked up at you, still super excited. You felt a twinge of guilt upon realizing that you didn’t really know what she was talking about.

“Um… Marcy? You might have to teach me how to play.” You said, laughing nervously. “Is that okay? I’ve never actually played a game of creatures and caverns before.”

Marcy’s smile turned into something softer. “Of course! I’d be happy to teach you! Let’s start by setting up the board…“

The rest of the afternoon, you had more fun than you’d ever had in your life playing a tabletop game— Marcy was just so full of energy, cheering with excitement, eyes glimmering with joy when she laughed. She was adorable, you thought, and you couldn’t help but flirt with her a little— in your own special way, nerdy and sweet, just the way you knew she’d like.

“You know a lot about this game— you must have played a ton of campaigns!” You praised, watching a blush spread over Marcy’s smiling face.

“Well, not exactly— I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never had anyone to play with before! I tried getting Anne and Sash to play with me a few times, but they always get bored after one session.” She laughed awkwardly. You reclined against the edge of your bed, not sure what to say.

“…But it’s okay.” Marcy continued. “I know it’s not what they’re into, so… it’s whatever,”

You nodded, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “Um, do you think we could make this a regular thing? Playing Creatures and Caverns together?”

Marcy absolutely lit up. “Of course!” She leaned in excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. “We could play every weekend, and draw pictures of our characters!”

You fought the goofy smile that was creeping its way onto your face. “That sounds great, Marcy!” You sat perfectly still, shyly aware of how close she was now. Marcy didn’t seem to notice for a moment, then she glanced away and pulled back, clearing her throat.

“It doesn’t have to be every week if you don’t want to—“ she rushed. “I mean, I was being too… presumptuous. I think. We don’t—“

“Marcy, no!” You frowned, sitting up. “I do want to hang out and play with you as often as we can, I was just…” you realized with dismay that she had misread your shyness at the proximity as reluctance. “I was…” you tried again, too embarrassed to tell her the truth.

“Let’s go back to playing.” Marcy said, but her smile didn’t exactly reach her eyes. You decided you had to explain to her, if only to save you the guilt.

“Marcy, I need to tell you something.” You said seriously. She paused, looking up into your eyes. Ugh, she’s so pretty…

“Yeah?”

“I, ah—“ you felt your face heat up. “Um, do you want to… go on a date sometime? Or more than one date?” You watched as her mouth fell open slightly, surprised. “I really like you…” you continued, trying to fill the silence.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you! Can you— can we be girlfriends?” Marcy asked, sounding in disbelief.

You broke into a breathless smile at the prospect. “Yeah! That sounds really great.”

“Aaaah, I’m so happy…” Marcy shook out her hands, then scooted to sit next to you. She hugged you tightly. The warmth made your heart beat a little faster, and you hoped she couldn’t feel that you were trembling slightly with nerves.

“I’m happy too,” you replied, resting your chin on the top of her head.

The two of you sat there in silence for another moment before Marcy pulled back and smiled broadly up at you. “Now can we go back to playing?”

You smiled right back, glad she felt comfortable enough to ask you that. “Of course!”

A/N: hope this was alright, sorry for the delay— I’ve been busy with irl things like funerals and school

#x reader #amphibia #amphibia x reader #marcy wu x reader #marcy wu #x reader fanfiction

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dropout-if · 9 months

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“ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” + Travis?

Travis + 152: “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.”

From this ask game!

It wasn’t weird for Travis to stay up at ungodly hours, head buried in a textbook, jittery after spending the entire evening chugging energy drinks. His family’s red tabby cat had since grown bored of pawing and dropping Travis’ pens—only for Travis to pick them up, pat Byron absentmindedly, and return to the task at hand. Since the feline had abandoned the comfort of his owner’s room, Travis would have counted the number of distractions as cero.

The exception is, of course, for you.

Travis’ broken-screened, quite old smartphone buzzed every once in a while as the student attempted to get through his frankly unhealthy studying session. Travis lifted his head—cringed as he saw the time—he had consistently received and ignored all texts for the past couple of hours. First, it was messages from the group chat, then a few from Uma wondering if Travis was okay, and finally, yours.

You were sleep-deprived, persistent and so, so strange through the phone.

Travis stared at his own, frustration furrowing his brows as yet another notification from you popped up. He sighed, reading the message: ‘What if our dreams are just our brains binge-watching alternate realities?’

Why were the two of you friends? Travis asked himself that often. But not like he does now, mean and rotten and full of years of unspoken baggage. No. Travis wondered about the nature of your friendship fondly, with a contained exasperation that never really dwelled into genuine annoyance.

Travis texted back—resting his eyes, making excuses, certainly not taking a break—before he could help himself: ‘Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.’

‘Ah, you’re awake! I knew it.’

‘Congrats.’

‘Rude. I had something very important to ask you.’

Travis blinked down at his phone, ‘I doubt it’s important. But go ahead.’

‘If I transformed into a worm—’

‘I will block you.’

‘I was kidding, sheesh!’

‘😑’

‘If I transformed into a donut, would you still find me a hole lot of fun?’

With a groan—holding back a half-amused smile—Travis typed back, ‘[Name], I appreciate our friendship. Sometimes. But can we save the weirdness for daylight hours?’

Almost instantly, a reply appeared: ‘But Travis, I’m bored. You’re bored. It makes sense to entertain each other.’

Travis shook his head, a faint chuckle escaping him. ‘I think our definitions of sense might differ.’

You keyboard-smashed, apparently finding him funny—or amusing, at best.

Travis rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, ‘How does your partner stand you? Or is this some secret brainwashing superpower of yours?’

Your reply came quickly, ‘Oh it’s definitely a superpower, my friend. Embrace the chaos!’

Travis leaned back, considering his message ‘You know, there’s something oddly comforting about your randomness. Even if it makes no sense.’

‘See? I bring joy and confusion to your life,’ you boasted, punctuating the message with a laughing emoji.

Travis couldn't help but grin, a genuine warmth filling him. ‘True, you do.’

#dropout #dropout if #travis camaro #ask game

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password-door-lock · 6 months

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Mystictober Day 20-- Headcanon

You really like talking to Ray.

Granted, you only met him this morning, but still— he's very sweet and fun to be around, even if most of your conversations take place over text. Especially if most of your conversations take place over text, actually, with all those cute emojis of his. Just now, he's sent you that adorable clapping emoji, which always makes you smile to yourself. It warms your heart to see Ray so full of joy, even in emoji form.

MC: Your emojis are so cute, Ray MC: I always love seeing them :)

Ray sends his laughing emoji in response, and once again, you can't help but grin.

Ray: Thank you for telling me, my MC Ray: I'll be sure to use them more often Ray: If that's what makes you happy.

He follows this up with his blue rose emoji— he's so cute. You just want to march down to his office and tell him as much to his face, but you know very well that you can't do that. For security reasons, nobody is allowed to bother Ray while he's working— you imagine that it has something to do with ensuring that the game doesn't leak, though, when you think about it, that doesn't make much sense. You're already playing the game, after all. You can only conclude that there must be another reason, though you know better than to press. Ray and his colleagues are being very generous by allowing you to stay here free of charge while you explore their game, and you have no intention of straining their hospitality.

Ray: To tell you the truth Ray: You have emojis, too. MC: What MC: Where MC: How??

You can't wait to see your own emojis... if they're part of the game, that means that Ray designed them, right? You imagine a whole gallery of player-specific emojis with different hair colors and skin tones, all neutrally designed so that anybody could relate to them. That would be such a nice touch to get people immersed in the game. Ray sends you a laughing emoji before answering your question.

Ray: Go to the emoji menu Ray: You should find them there. Ray: I hope you like them! Ray: I designed them just for you, my MC.

If his words didn't get you to blush, then that blue rose emoji would certainly do the trick. He made special emojis just for you?

MC: Oh MC: That's so sweet of you, Ray MC: But wouldn't it take a long time?

You don't know much about animation, but you figure it would take at least an hour to make even a simplified drawing laugh or shake its head.

Ray: Please don’t worry about that. Ray: I work very quickly! Ray: And I wanted to surprise you with something you'd enjoy! MC: Thank you so much!

You decide that you'd like to punctuate this show of gratitude with an emoji. As instructed, you locate the emoji menu, and your jaw drops at the sheer number of them. You expected maybe one or two, a laughing emoji and a crying emoji, perhaps— nothing too complicated. After all, this is just a prototype version of the game, and personalized emojis must be Ray's way of thanking you for your help— they won't actually make it into the final game. It wouldn’t make sense for too much programming effort to go into something like this.

However, to your surprise, the emoji menu contains a sprawling gallery of portraits of yourself, engaged in a variety of activities and displaying a wide range of emotions. Not only do you have a happy emoji, a sad emoji, a blushing emoji, and an angry emoji (all of which seem to mimic your actual facial expressions fairly accurately), but you also have a laughing emoji, a confused emoji, and a pouting emoji. There is at least one emoji depicting you engaging in each of your hobbies, and two separate sleeping emojis... when would you ever use those? Upon scrolling down, you discover a second set of emojis nearly identical to the first, except that the miniature you is wearing a white shirt with a lacy collar rather than your typical hoodie (which Ray has artfully depicted in the original set of emojis). Even the RFA members and the developer himself don’t seem to have multiple outfit choices in their emoji libraries; Ray must really like you, if he was willing to devote more time to your emojis than to the ones he made for his OCs.

After a little bit of deliberation, you decide to send the hoodie-clad blushing emoji, as it's a fairly accurate representation of your present state. You are, indeed, wearing a hoodie and blushing. Shockingly, the emoji even has sound— where on Earth did Ray manage to find a clip of you sighing? Did he take it from one of your phone calls? If that’s the case, then he really does work quickly, considering you’ve known him for less than a day.

MC: Where did you find the time to make all of these?

Ray sends his own blushing emoji back to you.

Ray: It's a nice break from my work. Ray: Do you like them? MC: I love them!

Just because you can, you send him a smiling emoji. It may not be photo-realistic, but it really does look like you. Ray responds with his blue rose emoji yet again... Does he have any idea how cute he is?

Ray: I'm glad! Ray: I hope you use them often! Ray: Just… Ray: Only send them to me.

You send your confused emoji, complete with a perplexed little sighing noise and violet question marks above its oversized head. Ray really did go all out with these emojis.

Ray: The game will glitch if you send them to the AIs.

His little huffing emoji is so adorable that it completely makes up for the restriction on your emoji use. It does follow that Ray wouldn't want to include the personalized emojis in the code of the actual game part of the game, since that feature probably won’t be available in the final version.

MC: Oh, okay MC: That makes sense!

Just for good measure, you send your smiling emoji once again. Ray sends his clapping emoji in return— he really is adorable.

#Listen listen listen #You cannot tell me that Ray doesn't make emojis for another story MC #Deep/casual story MC obviously does not have emojis to begin with #Because Unknown would never ever take time off from his revenge plot to make something like that #Especially since it would make them even more suspicious to the RFA #However #Ray would absolutely 100% want to give his prince(ss) some nice emojis #MM_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

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hendolish · 8 months

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hendolish prompt - Jordan taking advantage of his new more relaxed schedule and planning a birthday surprise ahead of time/September SGP camp for Jack? Kind of a challenge, finding something to give the rich beautiful popular successful boy who already has everything, right? Prompt fill can involve the other England boys or not, writers' choice: personally I think either works, as Jordan always loves to watch Jack have fun and be silly with the lads outside of work, but also he wants Jack to himself to spoil and indulge and enjoy for a while (he doesn't get to do that much any more..). Also, not sure how Jordan is going to organise anything like an event or a big present, living so far away now? Still if there's a way, Hendo is the one to make it work and make it happen, especially if it makes Jack smile so pretty like the sun coming up. He'll move a mountain if that's what it takes.

jack grealish/jordan henderson | birthday surprise ♡

Jack’s birthday is coming up soon.

Jordan knows because it’s been popping up on his phone as a reminder and he swore he’d never forget it to the younger. The only problem is that it’s kind of a challenge, finding something to give a rich, beautiful, popular, successful footballer who already has everything, on top of the world falling at his feet.

But an idea had finally sprung into Jordan’s mind one night after FaceTiming Jack, when he’d seen the reluctance to end their time together shimmering in the younger’s eyes.

They don’t get much of that together anymore. Time.

Yes, there’s hurried calls and sweet messages exchanged between the games and training and physio, but it’s never enough and Jordan is sure his boyfriend feels the same.

So it hadn’t taken much time at all for Jordan to begin masterminding a trip to Manchester for himself to surprise Jack with a week to spend together leading up to his special day.

It’d been a lot of work, especially at short notice, to wheedle a few days off from the gaffer. Still if there was a way, Jordan was determined to make it work and make it happen, especially if it makes a smile bloom on Jack’s face like a beautiful sunrise. He'll move a mountain if that's what it takes.

So that’s how Jordan finds himself here, in Jack’s apartment in Manchester near City’s training ground.

He has a key so it wasn’t too hard to get in. The doormen remembered him because it certainly isn’t his first time visiting and even congratulated him on his move to Saudi.

Jordan’s even managed to loop John into the plan, who he’s given strict instructions to offer a lift to Jack after training so that he’ll text him when Jack’s leaving and then when he’s making his way upstairs.

Stonesy: Leaving now

Stonesy: He doesn’t seem to think anything’s off even though I live in the opposite direction

That causes Jordan to smile to himself amidst the butterflies fluttering against his insides.

He paces in the living room and checks his hair in the mirror for about the a thousandth time. Jordan doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. It’s just Jack, they’ve been together for over a year and he’s never felt more comfortable with anyone in his life. Yet his heart still feels like it’s working hard to escape his rib cage.

Jordan returns to pacing back and forth until he hears the click of the front door opening. He jumps as he scrambles for his phone from his pocket, belatedly noticing the ‘Here. Enjoy yourself lad.’ text he’d received from John, followed by a plethora of inappropriate emojis.

Jordan freezes then, as he listens to Jack’s footsteps patter down the hall, immediately forgetting everything he’d wanted to say or do. He can only stand, frozen in the middle of the room, as Jack’s humming of ‘Empire State of Mind’ eases closer towards him, and Jordan can’t help but grin and wonder if John had been trying to give him hints on the way over by playing some Alicia Keys.

But before Jordan can even think of something to do or say, Jack rounds the corner into the living room and whatever was clutched in his hands soon falls to the floor with a ‘thud’ against the carpet as Jordan watches his jaw drop open.

There’s a beat of silence as Jack’s eyes roam over his face, absorbing the fact that Jordan is in front of him, in his apartment, and then, “…no way.”

Jordan only gets about two seconds more before the younger is barrelling into him with so much might that it lands the two of them on the couch behind him, knocking the wind out of Jordan. But how could he ever care now that Jack is on top of him again, kissing the absolute shit out of him?

“Hendo,” Jack breathes against his lips, barely taking the time to pull away before he’s chasing Jordan’s mouth again like he can’t get enough and is making up for all their lost time, “Fuckin’ missed you.”

A warm sensation unfurls in Jordan’s belly as Jack cups the sides of his face ever so gently, eyes still traipsing up and down like he can’t quite believe Jordan’s actually here.

And all that Jordan can think to himself is I love you so much. So he tells him and seals it with another kiss, long and slow so that Jack can feel how much he missed him too.

♡

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alphaheeler · 1 year

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Montgomery Gator X Reader Fanfic

Part 4 - Foolish Thoughts

It was sunday. You're finally taking a break. You love the feeling of sunday morning. Fresh air, Coffee in the morning, you can be as sluggish as you please. It was 9:00 AM and you're watching TV, till your phone sends you a notification. You hoped it wasn't from Vanessa interupting your lovely Sunday morning by telling you that something bad happened in the Pizzaplex and that you have to check on it. But no, it was from your best friend, Darius.

He has been your friend since 2nd grade, it was your only friend at that time. Darius is a tall guy with a fluffy hairstyle and round thin glasses. He was pretty for a boy, you even had a crush on him once until you found out that he likes someone else. But that was all in the past and you've moved on.

Darius sent a text message saying that he wanted to meet you and eat in Pizzaplex.

"Really? Pizzaplex? dude let me have my break from that place." You thought.

But since you're and employee there and can eat there for free, then why not? Free good quality food. You texted back saying that you'll come and showered. He asked you to meet in around 12 PM. Later, it was 12 PM, and you dressed in your finest for him. You texted him that you're on the way and he responded with a thumbs up emoji. You've arrived and you saw Darius in front of the entrance.

"Yoo! Y/N!" Darius shouted.

"Hey, Darius! what's good my man?" You asked.

"Nothin' much, what about you?" He asked.

"Eh, got a new job. In here actually." You responded.

"Yoo! you got a job in Pizzaplex? That's so sick! does that mean you get free pizza?" He said.

"Hell yeah i do! i don't needa pay nothin'." You answered.

"Sweet! let's go inside." He said.

"Aight." You responded.

You and Darius came inside the Pizzaplex and got to El Chip's. You sat down inside on an empty spot and ordered. You ordered cheese pizza for both you and Darius. Darius ordered Lemon Tea, and you chose Vanilla Milkshake for the beverages. It was sunday so the Pizzaplex is really crowded, You can actually see Monty and the others performing on the stage from the restaurant. You leaned on your hand and grinned, thinking of how cute that gator is. Till Darius started talking, snapping you out of thay thought.

Unlike Vanessa, he isn't the Talkative type of guy. Thus, the main challenge is coming up with conversational themes for you and Darius. You both mostly talked about your life and how everything is doing. Little did Y/N know, Monty was watching the both of you this whole time. He saw you with Darius making him a but uneasy.

"Who the hell is that? What is this feeling?" Monty thought while performing his bass.

Monty doesn't realize that he's feeling a bit jealous. But why is that? I mean, obviously Monty isn't the only guy you know, but somehow Monty doesn't like it when you're with him, especially when you're seated in front of him as though you're on a date or something.

"Is that her boyfriend? she never told me that she had a boyfriend." Monty thought.

Monty's head is filled with unanswered questions. Questions, that's making him envious. However, he continues to maintain a wide smile to avoid unwanted attention of the audience. After you're finished with Darius you went to see Monty for one last time before you head to your apartment. it was still 4 PM so you still had a lot of time to slack off, enjoying your sunday. You played some games for the rest of the day until 9 PM. You took a quick shower, wore your pajamas, and head off to bed.

While you're sleeping, Monty was venting to Freddy about what happened earlier. Freddy was his most trusted friend. He's very trustworthy and whenever Monty feels down, he always comforts him.

"Freddy, i saw Y/N with another guy. I don't know if it's her Boyfriend or just her normal friend but i certainly don't like it. I want her to stay away from him." Monty said.

"Oh Monty, you can't just control people like that. You can't make them do whatever you want, and i'm sure that's not her boyfriend. If it was then she'd tell you about it." Freddy responded.

"I know i can't control people and make them do whatever i want, but this feelings is just...i don't even know how to describe it! it's like i want him dead! i don't like him being close to Y/N. I don't care if it's her friend, i want him to stop talking to her!" Monty yelled.

"Monty, are you sure you're not in love with Y/N? It seems like you're jealous." Freddy said.

"What! No! I don't like her that way! S-she's just my friend, Freddy. I promise!" Monty answered.

"Or maybe you don't know it yet. Maybe you're denying that you like Y/N. I mean i saw you with Y/N once and you acted completely different with her than you're with others. You're more soft and you seemed like you're happier with her." Freddy said.

"Uhm..Oh Freddy. I think...i think i really am in love with her. I can't stop thinking about her, i'm scared that she likes him better than me! What if she left me for him?" Monty said.

"Monty don't say that! you're overthinking! and that's not good, Monty." Freddy said while putting a hand on Monty's shoulder.

"Am i Freddy?" Monty said with a frown.

"Yes! She won't leave you, i know she'll never do that. Everytime she's with you, she has never looked happier. She enjoys being with you Monty." Freddy said.

"But what if she don't like me back?" Monty asked.

"Well, you never know. You never know what's someone's thinking. It's possible for her to like you back. Maybe this is a chance to make her like you." Freddy responded.

"Hmm..yeah! maybe i can make her like me." Monty's eyes lit up

"Yeah! definitely." Freddy said with a big smile.

"Man, thanks Fred. You always have my back when i need it." Monty said.

"Of course!" Freddy said.

And with that Monty left Freddy's room and head to his room.

#fnaf monty #montgomery gator x reader #monty x y/n #montgomery gator #x reader #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf fanfic #roxanne wolf #sundrop #moondrop

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wren-of-the-woods · 2 years

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💡 and 👀 for the wip emoji ask?

Thank you so much for asking, dear anon!! This was fun.

💡 What inspired you to want to write it?

I was on a walk/short hike in an area I hadn't explored before, and I encountered some old, fenced-off, obviously abandoned buildings that seemed very mysterious. Naturally, I started thinking about ghosts and hauntings. I saw this Tumblr post right around that time, which also got me thinking about ghost AUs. After a period of contemplation and letting the ideas settle, my modern with magic Geraskier AU where Geralt is cursed to be a ghost was born!

👀 Can you give us any sneak peaks?

Absolutely!! Here's some pining for you <3

“Yes. That would be…” Geralt trailed off and swallowed. “Thank you. For doing this. It means… a lot.”

Jaskier desperately wanted to take Geralt’s hand and squeeze it gently, to offer the balm of some sort of touch. It was not the first time he had longed to touch Geralt. He wanted to pat his shoulder and to elbow him. He wanted to jokingly shove him when he made a bad joke. He wanted to hold his hand. Sometimes, in the dark hours of the night when Jaskier was alone, he wanted nothing more than to be able to hug Geralt, to hold him close, to be so closely intertwined that they could not tell where one ended and the other began.

He wanted, so badly that it ached sometimes, but there was nothing he could do about it. Geralt was a ghost. Jaskier was not. All they could do was look at each other.

So Jaskier looked. He gave Geralt the most encouraging smile he could manage, stood up, and did his best to seem confident.

“Of course. Don’t worry, Geralt. I’ll bring you your sorceress.”

Geralt nodded. Jaskier smiled again, bid him farewell, and set off.

Jaskier couldn’t do much, but he could do this. This was something. He would try his hardest to do it well.

From this ask game!

She was obviously Yennefer — if Jaskier hadn’t recognized her from the picture on the web site, he could have deduced it from the way everything about her screamed that she could and would kill him with a glance. She was even more terrifyingly beautiful in person than she had been in the photograph. She was so scary that it was almost absurd.

Jaskier took a deep breath, buried his terror and common sense into the depths of his subconscious where they belonged, and summoned a blinding grin.

“Hello, good madam! My name is Jaskier and I am here on a matter of some importance. Could I trouble you for a moment of your time?”

He stuck out his hand for her to shake. She looked at it with withering disdain. He withdrew his hand.

“No,” she said, and began to close the door.

“Hey, wait!” Jaskier yelped. He stuck his foot in the door and yelped again when she tried to close it anyway. Her glare was so potent that he was surprised he hadn’t already melted from the force of it. “It really is important!”

“I fail to see how anything you have to say could be remotely interesting to me.”

She opened the door again, kicked his foot out of the way, and started to close it again. Jaskier, seized the door’s handle and tugging it back open, gaining himself one more moment to speak.

“It’s about Geralt!” he shouted.

Yennefer froze.

“How do you know that name?” the irritation was gone from her voice, replaced by an icy calm that Jaskier didn’t like at all.

“Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

“Answer the question.”

“He told it to me himself.”

“Geralt is dead.”

“He also wants me to tell you he’s still angry about the time you tried to enchant something called Roach into liking you, and I hope you understand what that means because I certainly don’t and if he was just messing with me I will kill him all over again.”

Yennefer stared at him for a very long moment, her expression unreadable. Jaskier shifted awkwardly and hoped that he was not going to be transfigured into a newt.

“What else did he say?” she asked. Jaskier would not have noticed without weeks of experience reading Geralt’s subtle expressions and tones, but her voice was more unsteady than he’d thought possible.

“He said that he’s still here, he’s cursed, and he misses you.”

“That’s all?”

“He’s not particularly verbose.”

Yennefer closed her eyes and let out a slightly shaky breath. “I suppose you’d better come inside.

From this ask game!

#wren talks #asks #a song to soothe the spectre's soul #anon #wren writes #thank you so much for the ask anon #looking for snippets made me see the wip from a different angle which i really needed #i can't remember if i shared this part before so if you recognize it feel free to ask for more!#or ask for more anyway #i have 17k there's more than enough to go around

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bloodrosebriars · 2 years

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eyes emoji for Rosalind [you are going to have so many of these i am sorry to contribute dfsds]

from send 👀 for three things my muse finds attractive about yours [closed!!]

[ @tinyredrose ]

“Oh, my wondrous, blooming rose of blood — how could I only choose three? Of all her beauty, all her wit, all her charm and love? Indeed, she be one of my most precious lambs; and oh, how I do love her every word and curve. Ah, but I shall try to summarise for the sake of the game.

“Her freckles are certainly one of my favourite features.” He grins just thinking about it. “Little starscapes across her every inch, like little flecks of sugar, and just as deliciously sweet. Oh, to trace constellations into her skin with gentle claw, and find the gods of love across her flesh.

“Mm, her hips are rather attractive too, aren’t they? Deliciously plump and soft to the touch. Ah, how beautiful it is to dig one’s fingers into such supple flesh and watch the skin turn white. And oh, don’t get me started on my claws…

“Ah, but these be physical traits, and t’would be cruel to imply thus be her only attractive qualities. Indeed, if I must be honest, her most attractive feature in mine eye be her heart. Yes, her acceptance of those such as I, and the love she shares. Indeed, even her desire to not kill those whom have not wronged her be admirable. Her acceptance, her heart, her love, be everything our Dynasty represents, and I do adore her dearly for all she offers.”

#[ic]#tinyredrose #:]

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New York Nights (4) (Rosénali)

A/N: hey sexies here's chapter four !! I remember being really proud when I wrote this lol, it's about double the length of regular chapters! also thinking about an anarcia au for this universe (just kidding I already wrote chapter one for it) as always thanks to my beta grammarly originally published: May 23, 2022 ----- Chapter Four: Lucky -- "Okay! Today's lesson is almost over, so show me what you've learned! Micah, you're up first!" Denali clapped, watching the seven-year-old skate forward. She had lessons today with her youth class, and she was genuinely impressed with how much they had improved in a few short months. Today, for example, the kids were able to pick up the small routine she made in record time! One after one, the kids performed the short and simple routine, many executed it almost perfectly, which made Denali beam with pride. If things kept up this way, she could plan more complicated routines for exhibition night in a few months. Exhibition night was for the kids to show off what they've learned, it was one of Denali's favorite nights as she got to see just how much her students had grown. She taught a lot of classes, ranging from beginner to more advanced ones, she had to admit she was pretty good at it, too! Her students always showed massive improvement, and it's something she often boasted about. She could tell it now, as the last kid finished up their routine. She clapped, a wide grin across her face. "Amazing job, everyone! You're all picking this up so well! Okay, I'll see you guys next week!" She waved as the gaggle of children made their way to their parents sitting in the stands.

She heard the sound of blades approaching her, "Your kids are getting pretty good, Foxx!" a voice chuckled from behind her. She turned with a grin, greeted by the local hockey coach and Denali's co-worker, Joey Jay. Joey certainly looked like a hockey player, she had her hair in a short tuft she often dyed different colors and you could see the cuts, bruises, and scrapes from other players. "Thanks, Joey! Your team is pretty good this season too, aren't you guys like, what, third in the league?"

"Second if we win this next game!" Joey beamed, obviously proud of her team. She took a drink of the iced coffee she held in her hand, her infamous pre-practice drink. "I'm sure you guys will win, you've never failed them. You train them hard, I can't tell if those are children or beasts!" Joey laughed, glancing over towards the locker room where Denali noticed some kids emerging. "Well, I'll catch you later! Tell the kids I wish them luck, I wish I could stay for the game but I've got some other plans, text me how it goes!" Joey eagerly nodded, before skating over to the other side of the rink where a small group had formed. Denali approached the rink's exit, stepping onto the floor and swiftly unlacing her skates. She and Joey may not be best friends, but the two certainly had formed a friendship of some sort seeing as they always had classes after the other. Slinging her skates over her back, she looked back towards Joey and the group of older kids gathered. The kids were all energetic, that she could tell. Smiling to herself, she left the rink and walked home.

The plans she had mentioned beforehand were Jan, Lagoona, and Rosé's performance. A few days had passed since her return to heroing, and she figured a night of relaxing with Jackie would be a nice reward for herself. Jackie had informed her they had formed a group called Stephanie's Child (no, their mother was not named Stephanie). Jackie told her they would be performing at a sort of talent show in a pretty famous nightclub- needless to say, it was a pretty big deal. Denali had texted Jan earlier in the day wishing them good luck and telling her she'd be there. Jan, of course, replied with a flurry of heart emojis and smiley faces. She couldn't lie, she was excited to hear the three girls- obviously, they all had to be talented if they went to school for Theatre, but Denali wanted to judge for herself.

Entering the apartment, she noticed it was not the clean and neat one she had left earlier in the day. There were clothes and hangers strewn everywhere, shoes flung around, and several pieces of jewelry in places they shouldn't be. The apartment looked like it had been torn upside down. "Jackie...?" Denali called out, followed by the clicking of heels as Jackie soon appeared, "What happened?" Jackie looked around, "Oh," she awkwardly stuttered, "I may have spent all day deciding what to wear tonight...I still don't know." Jackie let out a sigh as she looked at the apartment. "Why're you worried about it so much? I'm sure whatever you pick will be fine." Denali picked up a few dresses near her and draped them over her arm, "What? Are you trying to impress Jan?" Jackie went silent as Denali looked toward her. "You are, aren't you?" Jackie nodded her head. "I think...I think I want to ask her out tonight. I really like her."

Denali could see how nervous Jackie was, she sat the dresses down and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, have you seen how she looks at you?" Jackie let out a small laugh, "Here, I'll help you pick something out." Jackie and Denali spent the next two hours finding something perfect for her, finally settling on a gold cocktail dress. "It's simple, but I think it's effective." Denali explained as she curled her friend's hair, "She's gonna love it." Denali noticed her smile in the mirror, a soft smile gracing her own face. She believed it would go well, she really did. Jan was going to love Jackie, and Jackie would do the same in return. She was undoubtedly excited for the two.

Next, Denali herself had to get ready as Jackie agreed to clean up her mess. After briefly scanning her own closet, she chose a sparkly dusky pink bodycon dress and complimented it with a simple silver necklace and some rings. Her eye makeup was simple, light pink eyeshadow with eyeliner, nothing too fancy. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled. She kept her hair down as she already didn't have too much time, but it ended up going great with the look. She shot herself a wink in the mirror as she left her room. In the living room, she found Jackie already finished cleaning up and adjusting her necklace. She caught Denali's eye and cooed, "You look so good! I'm sure Rosé will love it." She shot her a wink, and Denali was suddenly reminded of the girl she would have to see, dread filling her body. It took every fiber in her to not audibly groan.

'It won't be too bad,' she thought, 'I just have to play nice. That can't be too hard!' Collecting their things, the two were quickly out of their apartment and off to this club. Jackie briefed her a bit before they arrived, the club was called 'Lucky' co-owned by two women named Symone and Mik, whose names Denali vaguely recognized. Jackie took the liberty of briefing her on the two. Symone Avalon was a famous actress and was currently one of Hollywood's most booked. Mik Gottlieb was the twin sister of Kade Gottlieb, a famous fashion designer. Jackie described Mik as a gorgeous model who had walked in several big-name fashion shows and was signed under the infamous Violet Chachki. Due to their status, the two were very rarely in town to run their club, leaving it to their second in command, a woman named Kandy Muse.

After Jackie finished giving Denali the proper amount of exposition, the two reached the club. It was a giant building sandwiched between two others with a neon sign above the door. In a nearby window hung an advertisement for tonight's talent show, showcasing some of the performers. They were fairly early (aka 3 hours early) so the line was next to none, only a few people ahead of them. "Jan gave us some kind of special tickets, I'm not sure what they do, though." Jackie pulled her purse open and dug around, pulling out two silvery glitter tickets after a few seconds. She handed one to Denali, who carefully read it. 'Performers Guest', she read, she flipped it over to read 'free drinks and free entrance'. She showed it to Jackie, who grinned, "I'll have to keep an eye on you," she laughed, "we both know how you get with alcohol in you!" Denali rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Soon enough, the two reached the front of the line, Jackie showed the bouncer the tickets she had, and he pulled out two wristbands the same color as the tickets. They thanked him and quickly escaped inside.

The club seemed larger inside than it was outside. The stage was decently sized, and she spotted several people messing with technical things. There was a giant dance floor in the middle and booths around the edge of the club. The bar also looked expensive- it was glittery silver with a large collection of alcohol on the shelf behind it. Denali promised herself she wouldn't drink too much that night, but that bar might have just changed her mind. "Damn, this place is fancy." Denali exhaled, glancing up at the glittering chandelier, "Is this even a club?" Jackie nodded, also impressed. "I feel underdressed," Jackie whispered to her, pulling her dress down, Denali glanced down at her own garment and felt the same. "Could you move that a little to the left?" A voice called out from somewhere around them.

The two glanced to their left as a Puerto Rican woman walked toward the stage. She had gorgeous wavy blonde hair and wore a simple yellow dress, cinched at the waist. "Is this good, ma'am?" One of the men on stage called. The woman gave an approving nod before she glanced toward Jackie and Denali. "Oh! Welcome to Lucky, my name is Kandy Muse, I run the club when Symone and Mik are gone!" Kandy made her way over to the two, shaking their hands. "We never really have people come in this early!" Jackie laughed, "Sorry about that, I'm Jackie, and this is Denali, some of our friends are performing tonight. We wanted to make sure we got here early!" Kandy grinned, "That's lovely! Who are you supporting tonight?" "They're called Stephanie's Child if I remember correctly. Hi, I'm Denali!" She introduced herself to Kandy. "Oh! We love them! We've had them perform a few times before, always a delight!". Somewhere else, a voice called for Kandy, "Well, I better go. I hope you two have fun tonight! I'll be hosting, so I hope I'll see y'all around!" And with that, Kandy was off to whatever she had to fix.

"She seems very nice, very professional," Jackie commented, Denali nodding in agreement. The two chose a booth and chatted for a while, after an hour more people began to show up, and the tech crew finished setting up. "You excited?" Jackie questioned her, "I am. I wonder who else is here to perform." Denali replied, looking towards the stage. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. We've only got...an hour and a half until it starts." Denali let out a sigh, twirling her hair on her finger. "Oh, c'mon, it won't be that bad! If we talk to each other it'll go by fast!" And so, they did. Jackie rambled on about her recent favorite show for a good while, with Denali nodding along even though she didn't know much about Star Trek.

Soon enough, more people began to fill the club, and it became 30 minutes until the events start time. A bit before, Denali and Jackie had made their way toward the stage and settled themselves into the crowd. The two danced with each other, having fun and letting go of their worries. The lights were off now, and blue and orange spotlights turned on in their place, filling the room they were in. The two lost track of time, losing themselves in the environment around them. It made Denali realize how much she missed going out. She was teaching Jackie a dance move when all of a sudden, the lights cut out for a second, then reappeared on the stage in front of them. In the spotlight stood Kandy, now changed into a sparkly yellow tank top and yellow flare pants.

"Hey, yall!" Her voice boomed from the stage, and all of the patrons around the girls started screaming and going wild. "Who's excited for talent niiiiiight?" The crowd screamed again, Denali and Jackie joining in. "Okay, that's what I like to hear! Well then, without further introduction, here we have our first act- Bosco!"

Kandy Muse disappeared off stage as a tall woman sauntered on stage. She had short black hair and wore a rose dress. Some people from the crowd seemed to recognize her, loudly cheering when she appeared. She waited until the crowd had quieted down, and with a snap of her fingers, the once yellow spotlight had changed into a soft white one. Soft, sensual music played over the speakers as Bosco began a burlesque number. Denali was enthralled, but Jackie was less interested. There was no denying it, though, Bosco was certainly good at what she did. Each piece taken off gained an even louder amount of cheers, the loudest of which came at the end of her performance as she revealed her last trick.

Denali clapped and hollered with the others as the woman made her way off stage, sending a wink toward someone in the crowd. Kandy reappeared once more, giving the crew time to set up for the next performance as she entertained the crowd. Denali and Jackie were having a fantastic time, Kandy was a great host, and the acts were just as good. Several more performed, including a magician that pulled Denali on stage to demonstrate a trick. She loved it. Before long, Kandy announced the seventh act: Stephanie's Child.

Pink, blue, and purple lights flooded the stage as Kandy left. She saw three women make their way out, Denali and Jackie screaming the loudest they ever had. The lights came up as the girls got into position. A girl with blonde hair and blue streaks held a white electric guitar. Denali assumed this must be Lagoona, the middle sister. On the left side of the stage was Jan, her purple outfit standing out against the white drum set she was stationed at. She heard Jackie gasp beside her, as she grabbed Denali's arm to steady herself. In the middle of it all, at the mic, Denali found Rosé. Her pink hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her matching suit complimented her body in all the right places. Denali felt heat rising to her cheeks, she couldn't even deny how good the other girl looked. "How's everyone doing tonight?" The crowd screamed in response. Rosé laughed, and Denali's heart fluttered. "I hope you're all ready to rock-" another cheer interrupted her, "well, without further ado, TAKE IT AWAY JAN!"

The three launched into their first song, the crowd eagerly cheering. The song was upbeat, with Lagoona leading the vocals. Her voice was amazing. Denali was blown away by all of them. Jan was fantastic at the drums, Lagoona was excellent with the guitar, and Rosé- even if she wasn't the featured singer- sounded amazing. Denali and Jackie screamed along as the song continued, only stopping to catch their breath once it was over. Jan and Rosé switched places, Rosé now fiddling with some part of the drum set while Jan adjusted the height of the mic. In a few seconds, Jan led them into a soft and hearty slow song. Jackie and Denali danced with each other during the song, others in the crowd either doing the same or swaying. "Damn, Jan's a good singer," Denali said, looking toward Jackie. However, Jackie was looking at the stage, "Yeah. Yeah, she is." She breathed out, and Denali could practically see the adoration in her eyes.

After Jan, Lagoona took the mic to sing, Jan was now on guitar. Lagoona had a stunning voice, they all did, but this song especially complimented her own voice. It was beautifully written as well, Denali was hooked in an instant. The song finished far too soon, the girls taking in the applause before Lagoona spoke. "Alright, you guys! We've got just one more song for you all, are you enjoying the performance so far?" The crowd went wild. "Well, that's great! Rosie, come do your shit!" she yelled, switching places with Rosé.

"This song is dedicated to my favorite double date partner, so everyone, have a good time!" Somehow Rosé found Denali in the crowd and sent her a wink. Her face flushed as Rosé began her song. The song was sultry and, well, sexy. Denali hated to admit just how much she enjoyed the other girls singing, worsened by the fact that the song was dedicated to her. Jackie was freaking out beside her, shaking Denali as the girl hid her blushing face in her hands. "Denali! Oh my god!" Jackie cried out in excitement. Denali lifted her head from her hands, eyes glued to the stage as she watched Rosé perform. She couldn't deny it- Rosé was hot. She moved her hips in time to the music, making Denali even more of a mess. She couldn't think straight, entranced by the other woman. The worst part was that she was watching Denali the whole time, evident when she shot a smirk at her. She didn't know how, but to Denali, it felt like the only people in the room right now were the two of them, despite the hundreds of other people around her, she blocked them out. The fluttering feeling in Denali's stomach returned as she looked toward the girl on the stage.

'Oh, shit.' she thought, 'I like her, oh god.'

'No you don't,' she argued with herself, 'she's just hot. You can't have a crush on someone who's a villain.'

The song ended soon after, but the butterflies in her stomach still persisted, despite her internal fighting. 'You just feel sick,' she rationalized, 'that's all.' There was one act after Stephanie's Child, a girl named Olivia Lux playing a few songs on the piano and singing. It was a nice decompressor for Denali, giving her a chance to calm down from earlier. Soon the talent show ended, and Kandy announced their local DJ would be taking over, thunderous applause for her as she left the stage. Denali and Jackie made their way back to their booth to wait on the three girls. It didn't take long for Jan to find them, shortly followed by Rosé. Jan quickly took the seat next to Jackie, the two girls chattering on and on, showering the other with compliments such as 'you sounded so good!' 'you look amazing!' and more. "Ugh, gag, right?" A voice behind her laughed, and turning her face she was greeted by Rosé.

"I think they're cute," she defended, "maybe a little mushy, but cute!"

Rosé laughed, the butterflies making a return, much to Denali's annoyance. She remembered she had to play nice while the other two were here, she gave a small exhale before pushing down her 'sickness'. The other two didn't even acknowledge them, so Denali turned to Rosé, "You guys were great, I didn't realize you all were so talented!" That wasn't a lie, they were all extremely talented, and even though she disliked the other girl, she couldn't deny it.

"Mom made sure we all knew several instruments, I took to some more than others. Not to brag, but I'm quite good at the guitar." Denali rolled her eyes, as Rosé boasted. "What? Don't laugh! I am! Just ask Jan," she turned to her sister for support, but Jan and Jackie were completely enamored with each other, "okay, never mind there then. I could totally serenade you! Seriously!"

Denali burst out in laughter, "I'd love to see you try." Rosé gasped in fake hurt, "I could! Please, you'd love it, I saw how red you were when I was singing!" Her voice became low and teasing. Denali choked, the heat in her face rushing back. Rosé grinned, satisfied, and she turned to Jan. "Jan, Denali and I would love to talk to Jackie too if you don't mind." Jan turned away, flustered, "You could've said so earlier!" The table, minus Jan, laughed. Denali noticed how flustered Jackie looked though.

"Hey," Denali piped up, "where's Lagoona? I wanted to compliment her on the performance!" Jan and Rosé looked at each other, Rosé giving her a small nod. "Goona's busy with something at the moment, she said she'll be out soon!"

True to their word, Lagoona made her way over to their booth about five minutes later. "Lagoona! It's so nice to meet you! You did fantastic out there!" Denali beamed, standing up and offering a handshake. Lagoona accepted, "Oh, you flatter me! Thank you, I assume you're Denali? Rosé talks about you quite often." She saw Rosé roll her eyes, making a face at Lagoona. They all sat down at the booth and talked for quite a while, Jackie occasionally making a run to go get them all drinks. It was fun, the group setting eased Denali's stomach and edge as the group settled into a rhythm.

"Oh my god, I love this song! Jan, come dance with me!" Jackie suddenly piped up, grabbing Jan by the hand and dragging her to the dance floor. Knowing what was probably about to happen, Denali mouthed her a 'good luck!' as the two became lost in the crowd. "Who do you think is gonna ask out the other first?" Lagoona asked the two of them.

"Jan."

"Jackie."

Rosé and Denali replied, the other glancing at the other. "You're both wrong! They're going to do it at the same time, duh!" Lagoona teased. The three of them continued chatting before some of Lagoona's friends dragged her over to dance with them. So...now it was just her and Rosé. Denali adverted her attention towards her drink, trying to ignore the woman sitting beside her.

"I haven't run into you in a while," Rosé began, forcing Denali to shift her eyes to the woman next to her, "scared I'd kick your ass again?" Denali groaned, "No, I've just had better things to do. My life doesn't revolve around you, despite what your ego might tell you." Rosé laughed, "Feisty, I like it! How'd you like it if I treated you to a dance, hmmm?"

"I'd hate it."

"Aren't you supposed to play nice with me? I'll show you a good time, doll, I promise. Just one, our friends are expecting it!" Rosé pitched, standing up and offering her hand to Denali. The girl considered for a moment, before reluctantly taking her hand. Rosé grinned as she pulled her to the dance floor.

The two danced for a few songs, and Denali reluctantly had to admit that she had fun. Rosé was a great dancer, almost as good as herself! Denali even forgot for a moment that she was dancing with someone who had knocked her out a week prior, but all of that seemed to disappear. Was she becoming soft on her? She didn't know. Eventually, the two were joined by Lagoona, who excitedly told them she had been right, Jan told her the two had confessed at the same time. The rest of the night was a joy, Jan and Jackie eventually returned to the group where they drank, danced, and talked the rest of the night.

Jackie and Denali returned home around 3 in the morning, both extremely tired and delirious. Jackie immediately made her way to bed, wishing Denali goodnight before she passed out. Denali herself was only barely able to get ready for bed before passing out in her own bed. However, in her tiredness, Denali missed a letter for her on the counter. Sealed in a simple white envelope addressed to her in simple handwriting was an urgent message from Katya Zamolodchikova, the mayor of New York City.

#denali foxx #drag race #rosé #rosénali #rosenali #rpdr #rpdr fanfiction #new york nights #jackie cox #jan sport #lagoona bloo #joey jay #rpdr s13 #rpdr 13 #one day im going to fully rewrite this #rupauls drag race #anyways wake up denali !! youre gay !!#no beta we die like men

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mssirey · 3 years

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Kinktober 9: Begging

Based on this post

It started with an emoji.

Just that watery-eyed little pout that Kara liked to sprinkle into texts.

See, Kara had realized that Lena liked to give her things, to spoil her with gifts and gestures and treats of all kinds. She was a sucker for the authentic pout, when Kara made her chin quiver and her brow bunch high, but it extended to the emoji, the round yellow face earning her anything she asked for.

And Kara pushed it.

She basked in the luxury of all that Lena offered. She enjoyed everything from the extravagant to the cozy little things that were special just for her.

Kara was the first to let it spill into the bedroom.

“Lena, I’m so—” Kara didn’t bother to use her words, knowing she would stumble through the lines. It was easier to keep her composure when she just let her voice pitch through a throaty moan, to fill the air with the need that vibrated in her nerves.

“Can you—” That time Kara opted to demonstrate, her thighs dropping wide as she squirmed deeper into the pillows at the head of their bed.

Kara hadn’t anticipated the way Lena would freeze in her efforts to undo her pants, or the way her lashes would flutter so minutely and how her nostrils flared as she stared. There was a weighted moment of silence, broken only to her own ears by the thick swallow as Lena drank her in.

The air was charged with Lena’s urgency, her pants falling without ceremony or any semblance of show, forgone in her haste. She was over Kara at a near-inhuman speed, her hunger bearing down on Kara’s need-flushed cunt.

The stir in Kara’s gut—light and fluttering—brought a cheeky grin to lips, one she thought would be missed. But Lena chose that moment to look up, to check for readiness or input, and Kara was caught reveling in her sway.

It was Kara’s turn to swallow as Lena’s brow arched and the untethered desire to fulfill her wishes sharpened into something ruthless. The edge of Lena’s gaze pierced what innocence Kara might have mustered, and she gave up the game with a guilty shrug and the soft chime of a giggle.

Kara was not denied her attention, but she got more than she bargained for, given little reprieve from pleasure until she was a drooling mess and her sensitivity bordered on painful.

That did not discourage Kara from pushing the envelope. If anything, she was emboldened, teasing Lena with open desire, escalating her requests and sometimes timing them for when Lena couldn’t indulge her immediately.

The thrill of it was what moved Kara’s heart to make an effort to use the emoji pointedly, her mask of innocence a part of the balance. The game was unmistakable, but they didn’t directly acknowledge it, never let the illusion dissipate.

And to her credit, Lena humored every request, played the perfect doting answer to her needy partner, but the cool demeanor—the weightless poise she garbed herself in—showed more cracks each day. That quickness to please melted together with the steel that saw Kara breathless and ruined by the end of a night, and it poured through the seams that unraveled between them each time Kara tugged anew.

Kara rode the line with precision, mapping the bounds, relishing in the sense that she had that power.

Until one day the rules were no longer hers to decide.

*One more “🥺” and you’re getting bent over.*

Kara stared at the text she’d received, rooted in the middle of the CatCo bullpen, the bustle drowned out by the cacophony in her head. She’d never met that pushback, never reached the limits of Lena’s patience, and in that moment it was as if she’d awoken to a whole range of possibilities.

The gears of her mind grinded to a halt faster than her feet, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard of her phone, the message impossible to pull her gaze away from.

Was that the moment to pull back? To ask forgiveness?

The slippery heat that seemed to surround her lungs in a swirl—but certainly plastered her boxer briefs to her skin—dictated the message she typed back.

*You mean it? 🥺*

Kara meant to consider the consequences, but a twitch showed the bubble of blue with her text, the emoji taunting her as ‘Delivered’ appeared beneath it. The sudden tightness of her ribs only further excited the buzz that filled her, tingles racing down to her fingers as she held her breath, the wait for Lena’s response slowing time to a torturous crawl.

The three dots of Lena typing didn’t last long enough for Kara to register the flare of white in her skull, and then her heart jumped into her throat.

*Home. Now.*

Kara retained no memory of the excuse she used to duck out of work, consumed by the spiraling inferno that raged inside her, pumping through her veins, feasting on her sense of herself and what she wanted.

Lena arrived after her, only adding to the itch that crawled beneath her skin and she couldn’t seem to shake out of her hands.

“Clothes off.”

There was no greeting. No acknowledgement that they had cut from work. Just a command.

Kara was quick to comply, stripping with the frustrating shake in her fingers, fumbling with her buttons and nearly losing her balance, to finally stand naked as Lena reached her.

“You’re going to take me?” Kara’s heart gave a hopeful jump and she rolled the excitement out of her shoulders, her pout an echo of the emoji that had instigated everything.

“Oh, darling,” the timbre of Lena’s words prickled at the base of Kara’s skull, a shiver wracking her, and the kiss placed on her jaw marked the last mercy she’d find. “It won’t be that easy.”

Lena’s voice poured like hot oil, scorching through her skull, the smoking remains clouding her vision. Kara’s spine straightened reflexively, her posture stiff with uncertainty, while the roiling tide in her gut spilled between her legs. Her knees threatened betrayal, gravity a more compelling master, but Lena got the final say.

“Down, girl.”

Kara dropped before she could muster any resistance, her heart rising in her chest before her knees struck the floor, only to plummet after the rest of her. Her thoughts raced without direction, without form or substance, meaningless noise in the hollow of her head.

Lena’s hand rose with a measured grace, and Kara made no effort to pull away as the edge of Lena’s palm fit beneath her chin. She kept stalk-still even as fingers pinched her cheeks into her teeth, wiping the pout from her face, and only followed the lift that tipped her head back.

“You’re going to wait right here until I return.”

Kara nodded within what Lena’s grip allowed and then was left to wonder how deep she’d dug her own grave. Silence served as an undercurrent—a riptide that dragged her into an internal quiet—incapable of conjuring the wit to guess at her fate, while she stared blankly ahead.

When Lena emerged from the bedroom, Kara was still planted in place. Her gaze was attracted to the movement, drifting until she narrowed in on the harness that adorned her hips, and then to the dildo meant for her.

“Up.”

The clipped command jarred Kara from her spot, the harsh edge severing the threads of control she once boasted. There was no question who would decide the course taken, and she could only hope she was judged worthy of release.

Kara scrambled to her feet, followed the point of Lena’s finger to the arm of the couch, a brief glance over her shoulder met with a hand on her back and a push that she obeyed. She inched forward until her thighs were pressed to the leather and yet the pressure didn’t let up, so she bent, laid with chest and face flat against the cushion and her hips locked against the arm.

“Arms above your head.”

Kara did as she was told, keeping her hands in plain view, stretched towards the other arm of the couch. Her toes found poor purchase on the floor, which wasn’t helped when Lena hummed her approval, the heavy notes sinking into her muscles, making them loose and warm.

“You were like this at work?”

Before Kara could prompt clarification, Lena palmed each of her asscheeks and spread her, thumbs tugging at her outer labia. Kara gasped and jerked, her head lifting, but there was no escape from Lena’s appraisal, the fluttering wink of her cunt squeezing fresh arousal to run down and dribble off her clit. One wave seemed to crash into the next, and she dropped back into place, squirming her hips in an effort to entice.

“Yes, yes,” Kara hissed. “I—” she fumbled with her recollection, struggled to drag her thoughts away from where Lena’s thumbs were pressed into her, so close to the incessant throb that screamed for relief. “I was!”

Lena acknowledged her response with a single note, with no hint of whether her answer was pleasing—a simple act of taking stock. “So wet for someone playing games.”

Kara’s hands squeezed into fists at that, the best she could do to keep from moving. She chewed on her words, her teeth tearing at her lip, her tongue turning over her options, but there was no denying what she had played at for so long.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Lena purred, but the accompanying chuckle belied the assurance, reminded Kara that she had been promised that it would not be easy, “you’ll beg properly by the time I’m done with you.”

Kara’s breath squeezed from her tight throat with the barest squeak, the spiral of her thoughts getting away from her. She arched with little ground gained, lacking the footing she needed, her elbows sinking into the cushion.

“You’ll use your words,” Lena punctuated the lesson with the retreat of her hands, and Kara had no means to chase them.

“Lena!” Her name came out shrill, screamed with little breath. “I’m sorry, plea—“

Lena cut her off before she could make her effort to beg. “This isn’t the time for apologies.” She deftly found Kara’s clit, pinched it roughly between her thumb and the side of her knuckle, showing no mercy to the nerves that had seen no warming touch.

Kara tensed sharply, her knees jumping forward to knock against the couch, while a yelp burst from her chest. The pounding of her pulse reverberated back on her from Lena’s grip and her mind flickered and went momentarily dark.

When released, Kara sagged heavily, let the arm of the couch take her weight and panted through her effort to recollect herself.

Lena’s finger ghosted upward from her clit to circle her entrance—the tickle of it a fresh sort of torture, too light to provide any relief from the ache inside her, but enough that she couldn’t forget how desperate she was.

“Tell me what you need.”

Kara could hardly make her tongue cooperate, her lips wet, drool stringing down to pool beneath her cheek.

“I— I need you!”

“I’m right here, baby girl,” Lena exhaled her amusement. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

A whisper of protest was the first thing to surface in Kara’s mind—arguing that she couldn’t be expected to find those words—but what logic hadn’t slipped from her grasp knew that wouldn’t earn her anything. Beneath that—buried somewhere in a dark corner—there was a thrum of excitement and with each circle of Lena’s finger, it held more power over her.

“In—”

“Speak up.”

“Inside!”

Lena’s finger stopped, but it didn’t pull away. “Like this?” The tip dipped into her and the roar of need reached a new crescendo as she was taunted, her cunt sucking greedily at the tiny offering while her head shook.

“No,” Kara whimpered pitifully, “cock… please.”

“Ah,” Lena withdrew and the frantic little animal instinct in Kara worried she’d lost what she’d been given. She wriggled and mewled, but then the head of the synthetic cock prodded forward and she was silenced, settling happily, hopeful. “Was that so hard?”

Kara might have argued that it was, but she was placated by the drag of the head through her soaked labia, the promise of having it inside her enough to quiet the thought.

Lena rewarded her honesty, reinforced the lesson by pushing into Kara’s waiting cunt until she was swallowed entirely. It was bliss and fire, soothing the ache and engulfing her all at once, a shallow, breathy moan spilling from her lips.

Seconds bled into a minute, and slowly the awareness that Lena wasn’t moving dawned on Kara.

“You wanted me inside.”

The noise that ripped from Kara’s throat verged on a feral cry, the wavering notes crashing together and losing meaning beyond want—distilled down to its rawest form. Her chin was drenched and her eyes no longer cared about the details around her.

“Fuck me! Rao— Lena, please!” It wasn’t her god she was praying to for release.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear,” Lena purred. Her finger returned, drawing a line from the taut skin that clung to the shaft of her cock to the soft patch beneath her asshole, and then back, teasing a shiver from her. “Squeeze. Show me how much you want it.”

Kara clenched without question, her cunt trying to please, desperate to. Her moans devolved into a slurring mess, but pinched off when Lena drew back and then fucked into her, sending her mind tumbling into the depths of oblivion.

“Yes! Fuck me!”

And finally, Lena did. She denied Kara nothing, pounded with full, heavy thrusts, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her body. She fucked Kara to ruin and back, and every moan sang with gratitude.

Previous pieces: 1 Self-cest, 2 Size, 3 Kryptonian Furniture, 4 Choking, 5 Body(hair) Worship, 6 Throat-fuck, 7 Scent/Sweat, 8 Spitroast

#kals kinktober #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #mssirey #my writing

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drwcn · 3 years

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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 11 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Lan Wangji knew his Uncle and the imperial court and the elders of the royal family were never going to be okay with him making Wei Wuxian one of his concubines. The servant status is one thing, but that's not the crux of the issue. The issue is that there's already a rumour circulating about how WWX is a wily fox whose sole purpose in life is to seduce and befuddle the prince. Xue Yang: quite a reputation you've cultivated for yourself. WWX: *kuzo's meme*.........ah yes, everything is all coming together now.

Lan Wangji is a smart boy though. He knows how to get what he wants. As Wei Ying inched towards full recovery from his whipping, the autumn hunt is upon them.

The autumn hunt in the royal hunts ground was a competition. Anyone invited could compete if they chose to, and of Lan Wangji's household, Jin Ziyan, Luo Qingyang and himself were in attendance. Mianmian, being his concubine and a woman, had two escorts/chaperones accompanying her for propriety, but flashed him dazzling smiles of gratitude upon her horse.

"I'm very grateful, dianxia, for your allowing this indulgence." "Of course," replied Lan Wangji from his saddle. "My Luo-furen should have what she wants." "Dianxia, ce-wangfu." Qin Su approached them and curtsied in proper form. "I wish you all best of luck in the hunt." Then to Mianmian, she said quietly, "Be careful, Qingyang." Jin Ziyan paid the two women no mind, but Lan Wangji saw the hand Qin Su had clandestinely wrapped around one of Mianmian's booted ankles. Oh...well, this is certainly a positive development.

The rest of the noble women not participating in the hunt rested in their tented pavilions, with Meng Yao as their hostess. They drank tea and ate sweets and enjoyed their free time to themselves. Meng Yao noted Wei Wuxian's absence from Jiang Yanli's side, as did several other noble women, but Jiang Yanli only smiled and said, "A-Xian has been living at my father's manor for several years and is an excellent marksman. Dianxia thought it a waste if he were kept from participating."

The truth of the matter is like this: when Wei Wuxian cheated and lied his way into Jiang-fu, he'd told Jiang Fengmian and his family that he'd lived most of his life by the charity of a hunter's family, and so had trained to hunt game in the wild. After the hunter's family died of some infectious illness that plagued the region, Wei Wuxian had supposed made his way into the city and found employment as a shop boy. He couldn't reveal that he'd been trained in martial arts, but there is no need to hide his skill as an archer. At first, it was so he could use archery as a common interest to get close to Jiang Fengmian's son Jiang Cheng, but Wei Wuxian soon realized that it could also be used as a way for Lan Wangji to cultivate further interest.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian stroked the snout of Lan Wangji's beloved ferghana horse and grinned. "You really want me to ride him?" "Mn." "You...won't be mad then, if I win?" Wei Wuxian's grin turned slightly wicked. "If I beat you?" Lan Wangji's brow twitched with interest, "Not at all. That's rather what I'm counting on." "Yeah? And why is that?" "Because while I can claim victory with the sword -" "- Very modest, you." Wei Wuxian teased, grinning, which earned him a subtle little glare. "- amongst my cousins, my marksmanship is not unrivalled. You may have a greater chance of winning with him. Huangxiong promised that whoever wins today's hunt will be granted one wish." A wish? Wei Wuxian mulled over this information. His own mission turned and circled in his mind. If I could but gain access to... ... Of course, Wei Wuxian glanced at the prince and the saw the light in his eyes. Lan Wangji is probably thinking of something entirely different.

And so it was inevitable that went the count of the hunt came in, Wei Wuxian's name was at the top. Lan Qiren's little mustache just about flew off his face the way he scrunched it up in displeasure.

Gentries, nobles, dukes and princes watched with envy and shock as a servant came forth to accept the Emperor's reward.

"Jiang-xiong," Nie Huaisang leaned close to Jiang Cheng while they watched from the sidelines as Wei Wuxian bowed before the Emperor. "Why do you look so smug?" Jiang Cheng played with the end of an arrow with an air of mock innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about?" Nie Huaisang pulled at the leather of his riding attire in discomfort - this was so not his style - and tsked, "I know you, Jiang-xiong, you're not subtle. What did you do?" "I was the one who told Lan Wangi that Wei Wuxian is an excellent archer when I went to visit Hanguang-fu." Nie Huaisang understood instantly, "Oh....oh I see..." "What? Don't judge me! You know what they did to him. String up like some unruly animal and whipped. I never agreed with my mother's plan to send him along with my sister anyway. Wei Wuxian may be lowborn but..." Jiang Cheng scowled. "He's too good for them. For Lan Wangji. He's clearly not going to do right by Wei Wuxian. I won't stand to see a perfectly good man wasted as some prissy prince's concubine instead of being where he could put his real skills to use." "Shhhhh, ancestors, Jiang-xiong, keep your voice down! Words like that are a great dishonor against bixia, you'll lose your head!" Jiang Cheng shrugged.

Xue Yang *at a later times*: so lemme get this straight, you won the Hunt, and then Lan Xichen asked you what you want as reward - WWX - as a good little servant I said "I want for nothing that wangye and Jiang-zhuzi hasn't already provided me" - XY *rolls his eyes* Right. And then Jiang Wanyin came out of nowhere and said - "陛下，魏婴乃微臣之家生子，是前管家魏长泽的独子，因幼年时父母过世一直遗留市井。上天庇佑，几年前父亲将他巡回。魏婴为人端正淳厚，虽未上过学堂，但头脑机智。陛下也看到了，他弓发出众，是。。。如能加强训练，以后必会为我姑苏所用 - " Bixia, Wei Ying is this subject's home-born servant, the only son of our previous head of staff Wei Changze. Due to the unfortunate passing of his parents in his youth, he has been getting by doing odd jobs in the capital. Heavens be willing, Father was able to find him after these many years and brought him home. Wei Ying is kind and righteous; though never have been taught by scholars, he is sharp of mind. As bixia has seen, he is a great marksmanship, is ... If he could be granted proper training, he would be a great asset for Gusu in the future. - And what a waste it would be if you were left to twindle away within the confines of a harem. I bet Lan Wangji just loved that. The balls on Jiang Wangyin - I do love his style. WWX You're the only one. Jiang-shushu just about had a heart attack when Jiang Cheng dissed Lan Wangji in public. Madam Yu nearly popped a vein too. XY: Yeah well, he's got a point. You may be Jiang Yanli's companion, but you're not Lan Wangji's concubine, you're just a servant with a skill. Honestly why shouldn't they put you to better use than waiting to maybe spread your legs for a prince who might just as easily toss you aside after the newness fades. WWX *slaps him up the head* Rascal! I'm your shixiong. Don't be so rude. Anyways, Lan Zhan, he - he was willing to let me go. I think he loves me you know - XY: He what now - WWX: He said - Lan Wangji came to kneel beside Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin and bowed to his royal brother, "Huangxiong, Wei Ying is the peijia of my Jiang-furen, a servant of my manor. I... I long knew he is an excellent marksman and should have submitted his candidacy for the ranks but -" Lan Wangji looked at him then, eyes huge with something unreadable. "Jiang-xiao-jiangjun is right. Wei Ying is good, his mind is bright. He would be more suited to militia than...than within the walls of the inner court." "Wangye, have you....have you grown tired of Wei Ying -" "Wei Ying, no -" XY: Oh barf. So please tell me you chose to go to bingbu (ministry of war). WWX: Going to bingbu was never the assignment. If yifu wanted me in the ministry of war, I would've infiltrated them from the start. I refused. And it had the intended effect. "No?" Lan Xichen leaned forward curiously. "Joining the ranks will elevate your rank to that of a subject of the imperial government, and if you are truly as skilled and talented as my brother and Jiang-xiao-jiangjun say, you may rise yet to stand in my court as an officer of the imperial military. You will have your own commission, your own manor, marry, have children - all things which will be forbidden to you if you remain as you are now. As you are male, you cannot provide for Hanguang-fu any offspring, and your low-born status has precluded you from the position of consort or even vice-consort. Have you considered your options carefully? " "I understand bixia, and my decision is made. Nothing would please me more than to stay by wangye's side. I regret nothing." XY: >_> And A this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact you're increasingly horny for Lan Wangji? WWX: Of course not. Because of Lan Qiren, I couldn't advance in Hanguang-fu. But now that Lan Xichen had given me his royal decree, I am Lan Wangji's sanctioned mianshou. XY: *insert eye emoji* So...y'all fucked? WWX *wistful, thinking about the night he spent at the autumn palace after the hunt* : We did, you pervert. Ya happy now? *WWX sighed* But I know who we are and what I must do. Yifu needs me by Lan Wangji's side, for what reasons I do not yet know. No matter how he and I are now... one day it will

all end. XY: *stares into the camera like he's on the office*

Note: yifu = Wen Ruohan, WWX's adoptive father.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #xue yang #without envy #cql ficlet #corie fics

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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maybe some more Aubrey and Basil sibling hcs? :eyes emoji:

For you Nonnie? And because I feel inspired? Hell yeah plus I love Aubrey Basil sibling hood!

Aubrey loves to steal Basil’s seat. Literally anywhere at any time if Basil gets up then Aubrey immediately has to rush and park herself where he used to be. It drives Basil *insane* and it’s the only time he considers committing homicide.

(Well not the only time BUT WERE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT)

So Basil begins to put ‘place holders’ so Aubrey cannot steal his spots. He uses stuffed animals, plants, and occasionally Kel and/or Sunny. It’s become a game of chance and timing to see whether Basil will still have a spot when he gets back from whatever made him get up. Polly is aware of their game, but she refuses to engage them on either side.

Aubrey is the big sister and Basil is the little brother. It doesn’t matter that she is younger than Basil he is her little sibling and that’s that.

Aubrey and Basil act like siblings but they’re both also only children so…they’re unused to sibling behavior and what it entails. Soooo they both decide that they have to go to siblings to get some advice on this change in their relationship. So they go to the one set of siblings that they know that have a good relationship.

Cue Hero and Kel getting the weirdest roles of mentors in how to….be a sibling.

It starts with Basil’s birthday. Aubrey wants to do something nice for him, but she isn’t sure what would be appropriate. She has four years of gifts to make up for, and as an honorary big sister it’s important that she properly celebrates this birthday. So she goes to the best older sibling she knows

Hero is certainly not expecting her call, but he’s happy to give her ideas. She loves one of his suggestions, and he helps her to put it into motion.

Instead of a birthday gift, she throws Sunny a surprise party with all of their friends, including Hero making the four hour drive home to pick up Sunny on his way there. It’s a great night with a home baked cake and lots of laughter, and at the end of the night Basil is grinning from ear to ear and latched onto Sunny. Hero is doing the dishes in the kitchen, a habit he can’t break even now, and Aubrey goes to stand by him and dry the dishes.

They work together in silence for awhile, until Hero tells Aubrey out of the blue that he’s proud of her and who she’s become. She blushes and flicks a wet towel at him, but she can’t manage to hide her own happy smile.

#omori #omori headcanons #asks #anon #omori basil #omori headcanon #omori aubrey #I’m waiting for my best friend to get home right now #so I figured I’d try one more writing piece #she's still not heeeeere #She was supposed tobe here an hour ago #but!#here's some fic #omori hero #omori kel #omori sunny

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banigarubug · 3 years

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Disney Princess (Corpse x FEM!Reader)

first time writing y/n ... wish me luck!!!

Corpse x reader where the reader is really sweet and has a very soft and quiet voice?

Y/N is your name, N/N is your nickname/gamer tag.

corpse invites you to play among us with the gang. (moistcr1tikal, valkyrae, jacksepticeye, sykkuno, disguised toast, pokimane, lilypichu, kickthepj, pewdiepie)

warnings: swearing

They say opposites attract, and though you and Corpse aren’t exactly opposites, you kind of agree with it. There’s Corpse, with his chunky rings and dark clothes and his famously low voice, and then there’s you: a head shorter than Corpse, voice a few pitches higher, recognizable by the pictures Corpse posts of your sweater paws on his Instagram stories and your token giggle. And Corpse is quiet, but you’re quiet.

But as shy and soft as you are, Corpse’s fanbase has kind of grown attached to you. He tweets about your adventures on his alt account all the time and everyone has begun simping for you almost as much as they simp for Corpse. From time to time, you’ll pop in during a stream and talk to the chat while he's a crewmate on Among Us, or do Q&A’s on your Twitter to ‘expose’ Corpse. That being said, you’re not much of a gamer, and you certainly haven’t ever met his famous YouTube friends.

It’s one thing to date a famous, albeit anonymous guy. It’s another thing to be introduced to jack-fucking-septiceye or another popular streamer you’re a fan of.

So you’re nervous for tonight. Sue me, you think: It’s scary. Meeting some of his objectively super cool friends in front of a collective million people is pretty nerve-wracking.

“It’s gonna be fine, Y/N,” Corpse reassures you. You guys are in front of his PC, and he’s spun both your chairs around so your knees are pressed together and you’re facing each other. “The camera won’t be on and you already talk to Rae all the time on Twitter. But if you really don’t wanna do it, that’s okay.”

He’s always so sweet. You express as much, cupping his cheek gently. “You’re sweet,” you reply, beaming when he smiles at you bashfully. “It’s okay. Thank you, but I got this. Right?”

“You got this,” he agrees, and drops a kiss to your cheek. “Ready to start the stream?” You nod quickly. Better to start now than wait until you’re afraid enough to bail.

Corpse clicks onto YouTube, hits some buttons you don’t understand, and starts streaming. Immediately, the numbers start flying up, and your heart drops to your stomach. Around 100,000 viewers, about a minute in, Corpse says, “Hey guys, I’m just getting onto the Discord now, one sec.”

Miraculously, you’re even more nervous than before. Corpse can tell, so before he gets on the Discord, he announces to chat, “I’ve got a special guest here, guys.” The chat goes crazy, and you can’t help but laugh at all the comments asking if it’s you. “It’s N/N!”

You have to lean towards the microphone because you know your voice won’t carry all the way if you don’t. “Hi,” you say, and the chat welcomes you with emojis and keyboard slams. “Oh, hi Kaylee,” you say, noticing a regular donor with their message about being happy to see you streaming with Corpse again. “It’s nice to see you too, thank you for the donation.”

As Corpse gets set up on Discord, your nerves are calmed quite a bit talking to the fans. You do this all the time. No big deal. Pretty much everyone is nice and welcoming, and the mods take care of the people who aren’t. You’re in the middle of telling them a story about Corpse spilling bubble tea all over your car when he politely interrupts you and says, “Ready to meet the crew?”

“Posted at Sizz with the crew,” you reply on instinct, and he laughs, rolling his eyes. “Um, sure, yeah. I’m ready.”

He joins the call.

“Corpse!” Rae’s voice, enthusiastic and energetic as ever, comes ringing through the PC.

“Oh, hey Corpse!” Sykkuno says, and you can hear the smile on his face.

A few other greetings fly at him before Corpse replies, “Hello,” and everyone laughs. “Guys, I want to introduce you to someone.”

“It’s N/N, isn’t it?” Rae asks. “Please say it’s N/N!” She knows damn well it is. You told her last week.

“Say hi,” he whispers to you, and you lean in towards the microphone again with a sigh.

“Hi,” you say, and the Discord call erupts.

“Hi N/N,” PJ greets you. “Thank you for joining us today!”

“Hi PJ,” you reply. “Thanks for letting me.”

“Corpse, you’re dating a Disney princess,” Jack teases. “N/N, you sound like a Disney princess.”

“I know,” Corpse agrees, laughing, and you punch his side. “Ow,” he whispers at you, but he’s grinning and so are you.

“N/N sounds so nice,” Charlie adds. “And Corpse sounds like he’s a real life imposter.”

“It’s like me and Marzia,” Felix says, and everyone audibly agrees. “Fucking hilarious.”

“N/N is coming for Lily’s throne,” Toast butts in.

“No, N/N and I are twin flames,” Lily corrects.

“Is everybody ready to start?” Corpse asks, changing the subject before you get too flustered. It’s weird, being put on display for everybody. This is probably how Corpse felt when he first met everyone and they freaked out, playfully pitting him against Sykkuno. It’s not bad, not at all - but it’s definitely scary.

“N/N, if Corpse is imposter you have to tell us,” Poki pleads as the game starts up.

Big red letters fill your screen. “He’s crewmate,” you lie, and Corpse laughs.

He mutes himself and grins at you. “Very convincing,” he says.

You nod seriously. “I think I’m the MVP of this round. You’re welcome in advance.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x fem reader #corpse husband fic #corpse #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband fanfic #liz writes stuff

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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curtain call, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You know that TikTok trend where girls would drop their towels in front of their gamer boyfriends? As expected, Min Yoongi didn’t until he was informed by his six troublemaking friends. In this case, his girlfriend was the pro streamer and he was the guy in the towel... so what’s the result?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, tiny bit of crack; sexually explicit thoughts; smut (fem reader, handjob, cowgirl); very fluffy; non-idol!AU - established relationship, music producer!Yoongi x LoL streamer!reader

“Hahaha, oh my god, chat, did you see that? He bounced so many times from the CC, he literally went sky, holy shit!”

Min Yoongi opened the front door of his apartment to the jovial, laughing voice of his girlfriend. He shut the door, smiling to himself. Her streaming room was in the extra bedroom. The door was open, and he could see the bright RGB lights of her computer tower reflecting off the walls. He took off his black coat, placing it on the hanger in the hall closet.

“Stop cursing because it’s not ladylike?” He heard her scoff. “No, fuck you.”

Yoongi smirked. That’s my girl.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through social media. His friends always told him to reply to their posts, but Yoongi was a lurker. The only reason he even had any social media was because his friends set it up for him. He literally only followed six people – his six friends. Everyone else he just stalked from memory, even his own girlfriend. Mostly because he didn’t want random people following him for no reason, because they most certainly would with how popular she was.

When she had asked him what he thought of her full-time video game streaming, Yoongi told her to go for it. She had been obsessed with League of Legends for over nine years, even before she met him. At their first date, she first question was if he knew what League of Legends was.

“Uh… I got to Gold in season 2?”

Later, she told him his answer had seriously tilted her and she even considered not going on a second date.

“But you did. Because of this face.”

She had laughed and nodded.

She had been playing solo queue for a long time. When she finally started streaming her games, her channel grew slowly. She would immediately start playing after she got home from work. Hours and hours, growing a fanbase. Yoongi later learned she was startlingly good – “I was Master for a long time, got Grandmaster this season” – and when she asked him if she could quit her job, he pointed to her bank statements.

“Do you even need to ask? You might make more than me at one point and I’m Big Hit’s top music producer.”

And she did end up making more than him, at least some months, because the team that picked her up as a content creator this year was none other than T1, the most beloved (and hated) organization in Korea. Had she ever met Faker? No, but it was cool to say she was under the same umbrella as him.

Yoongi rounded the corner, knocking his knuckles on the doorframe.

“Hey.”

You looked up from your game, grinning. Twitch chat had just said some dumb shit, but your eyes were on Min Yoongi now. The love of your life, standing in the doorframe, looking amused at your antics and dressed sharply in a white dress shirt and black slacks with a matching black tie. Very different to your black T1 hoodie and sweats.

“Whoa, fancy, fancy,” you teased, eyes going back to the game. You pushed back one of your headset’s earcups to hear him better. You clicked rapidly, autoattacking the towers swiftly. You were about to win after a hectic Baron fight. “Why are you dressed like that, Yoongi?”

Your chat was exploding with cat emojis. They had only seen Yoongi a few times and someone had compared him to a cat once. It stuck and now every time Yoongi spoke, your chat was spammed with cats. You even had a custom white cat emote made with Yoongi’s signature black hair.

Yoongi appeared next to you on the cam, only his slacks and bottom of his shirt visible next to you. He patted your head.

“Meeting today,” he said simply in his lovely deep voice. The chat was exploding due to Yoongi’s appearance. Everyone was thirsty for him. You couldn’t blame them. You too. “Looks like T1 Curtain Call is kicking ass.”

You fired the last shot at the Nexus, earning fifty gold. Was it necessary since that was the end of the game? Absolutely not, but it gave you bragging rights. You sat back, smirking. You were in your promos to Challenger, the highest rank in the ladder. It would be really exciting if you could make it to Challenger this season.

You turned to Yoongi as you honored your support Nami. “Chat wants you to say hi.”

Yoongi stuck his large hand out in front of the camera and waved it once. “Hey everyone.”

You chuckled as Yoongi retreated his hand. You clicked on the stats for the chat to read before reentering the lobby. T1 Curtain Call. That was your in-game name, or IGN. It was named after your favorite champion, Jhin, the Virtuoso, mercenary gunman with a sniper ultimate and an obsession with the number four. Your IGN was Jhin’s ultimate ability name. You were an attack-damage carry main, also known as ADC.

You felt Yoongi ruffle your hair, messing it up under your headset.

“Going to take a shower before making dinner. Bye, chat.”

Yoongi stuck his hand in the screen again, right in front of your face.

You leaned forward to read the chat as you queued up. It was going to be a long queue, so you answered questions in the meantime.

“Ask Yoongi to play with you?” You chuckled. “Trust me guys, I’ve tried, even if it was just normals. He’s confused as shit.”

Yoongi worked the shampoo in his hair, feeling the hot water hit his back. Before getting into the shower, Yoongi had gotten multiple texts from the group chat. Normally he would ignore them, because he always ignored the group chat. This time, however, he saw his girlfriend’s name pop up in the texts, along with his name with multiple exclamation points. He frowned at it, opening the chat. He did not like his friends typing her name heedlessly.

It was some dumb TikTok trend.

“Hyung, you gotta do this to noona,” Jeon Jungkook had typed with multiple ‘kekekeke’ behind it. The youngest was an idiot for even suggesting this.

“Please do it,” Kim Taehyung typed with multiple laughing emojis.

“I want to know her reaction,” Park Jimin typed with a bunch of winking faces.

“The fuck is this?” Kim Seokjin had typed. “Oh my god, you have to do it, Yoongi.”

“But don’t film it,” Kim Namjoon warned. “Don’t want to make her look bad or anything.”

Jung Hoseok had just typed multiple laughing symbols. Yoongi could hear him laughing through the phone even if he wasn’t here.

It was a stupid trend where girls wrapped themselves in towels after a shower and then dropped said towels in front of their gamer boyfriends while they were playing, with varying reactions. Yoongi had sighed, putting his phone down. He shouldn’t have clicked on the chat. Those guys were loons. Besides, his role was reversed in his situation. A guy’s flaccid dick was a thousand times less interesting than his girlfriend’s perky tits and round ass. And her squeezable thighs. And her glistening pussy.

Yoongi rinsed his hair off, muttering to himself.

Why would he even consider distracting her like that anyway? He rubbed soap on his arms and legs. She took her games seriously and Yoongi wanted her to win them. It would just be dumb to be the reason that she dies in game. It was her job, after all. It was true they had less sex, but that was also partially his fault. He had been working on an album and it ran long hours. He had to finish before the deadline after all. Yes, sometimes Yoongi woke up late at night with a massive hard-on and her warm body next to him, only in her underwear. Sometimes he took her hand and wrapped it around him, considering on waking her up to do it.

But her peaceful, sleepy face was too cute to wake up, so he never did.

Yoongi puffed his cheeks as he rinsed off, thinning his mouth and eyes into lines. They used to mess around, right here in the shower, where he would jerk off on her face and chest, just to watch it drip down her body. He could see her pretty face in his mind, cum sprayed across her cheeks and chin, mischievous smile on her lips. They had different schedules now, so she always showered before her stream, while he was at work.

Yoongi clicked his tongue and turned the water off, body still hot. He grabbed the white towel from the rack and dried his hair, making it stick up in every direction. He rubbed himself down, wicking the water away. It made him remember how her hair used to stick to her body after their shared showers and how he would lift it away to play with her nipples.

He huffed, seeing his phone on the bathroom sink. His friends needed help. How could they even suggest such nonsen–

Yoongi tried to wrap his towel around his waist. He could feel a draft. He looked down, raising his eyebrows.

His dick was pitching a music-festival, VIP-member-only sized tent.

Well.

He pursed his lips. He shouldn’t be that surprised. He had literally been thinking about his girlfriend’s naked body the entire time. His eyes glanced to his phone once again before he opened the bathroom door. He heard her sigh loudly.

“Noooo, that’s the third dodge! Am I ever going to play a game, chat?” she whined.

Yoongi padded out into the hallway. Technically he was already halfway there. Might as well. Was this the stupidest shit he was ever going to do? Maybe. But she wasn’t going to expect it, that’s for sure. The thought made Yoongi smirk.

“When is Jungkook going to duo with me again? I don’t know guys; he said he has finals soon so he has to focus on school.” He heard her click her tongue. “Get him on cam again? Oh, I see, that’s what you all wanted... At least let him get through university.”

Yoongi stopped at the doorframe. Her hands were on her chin and she was sighing, looking depressed at her long queue time.

“Ah, so unlucky. It must be everyone’s dinnertime.”

He called her name in the same tone he usually used.

Her head lifted and her eyes floated in his direction.

Yoongi dropped the towel.

In less than a second, her eyes grew three sizes, jaw dropping. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, shading his eyes a bit. He cocked an eyebrow, slow smirk on his lips.

“Anything you want for dinner?”

What.

The.

FUCK?

You heard your queue pop, but you were frozen in place, gawking open-mouthed at your boyfriend standing in the doorframe of your streaming room, butt-ass naked, cock hard as a rock, towel on the ground. Did he just..? What the…? This was Min Yoongi. Your mild-mannered, somewhat-lazy, preferred-to-be-asleep boyfriend. Not suddenly-trying-to-send-you-to-horny-jail-in-front-of-three-thousand viewers boyfriend! You blinked at him, stuttering.

“Y-Yoongi…?”

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Your voice was a little too breathless, a little too shocked. And slightly too needy for Twitch chat. Your face was heating up fast. You whipped your head back to the screen, realizing you missed the queue. At this point, you didn’t give a single shit.

“You know what, guys,” you said shakily, laughing awkwardly. “I better help Yoongi with dinner and be a good girlfriend.” You rose, feeling the wetness between your legs. “See you tomorrow!”

And you immediately turned off the stream, fuck, you turned off your whole damn computer, mashing the power button, and throwing one of your spare hoodies over the webcam. You exploded from your T1 gaming chair, literally shooting it back three feet into the League plushes behind you, ripping your headset off, tossing it onto the keyboard. Yoongi looked surprised, as if he expected you to be demurer about it.

Yeah, that’s not kind of woman you were.

“Min Yoon-gi,” you hissed, stressing every syllable of his name. “How the fuck do you think you can just show up naked and not expect me to want to immediately fuck you?”

Yoongi chuckled. “I wanted to see your reaction.”

You narrowed your eyes, pressing him against the door with your body. “You don’t watch TikTok. Who put you up to this? Jimin? Taehyung? Jungkook?”

His voice was low and husky. “You know the mankae line are trouble.”

Your hand snaked up into his damp hair and you pulled him down for a sensual kiss. His soft, pink lips parted and you nipped at his lower lip, grinding deliciously into his hard cock. Your sweatpants and underwear were in the way, but you moaned into his mouth, tongue grazing against his lips.

Mentally, you thanked the three mankaes for giving Yoongi this wonderful idea.

He breathed against your lips, smirking.

“How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?” he purred.

You grinned into his kiss, tongue between your teeth. “Four.”

“On brand for you.”

And then you two stumbled into the hallway, Yoongi’s hands on the hem of your hoodie, pushing it up as you kissed him over and over, whispering his name, telling him how handsome he was, how perfectly sexy he was with his wet hair and soft skin. His lips curved upwards under yours, basking in your compliments, drinking them up.

“Count for me,” he drawled, pulling the black T1 hoodie up.

You slipped out of it, sliding down, hands splaying over Yoongi’s chest.

“One.”

He tossed it aside as your hand wrapped around his cock. A sharp gasp left his lips feeling you stroke him slowly, your hand snaking around his neck and bringing his face close to yours, lips on lips. His hands curled around your waist, moving up, grasping the hook-and-eye of your black bra. All the while slowly making your way to the bedroom, nipping at his lips, sucking on his tongue.

Yoongi pinched, releasing your bra. You released his cock, letting it slide off your shoulders.

“Two,” you moaned, feeling his hands on your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

“Hah, your body is so fucking hot,” Yoongi murmured. “Missed fucking you.”

You snickered, licking his lips. “Why don’t you actually try to wake me up for once instead of using my hand to jack yourself off at two in the morning?”

His dark brown eyes went wide, shock creeping into his voice. “W-what? How did you…?”

You pushed him through the doorframe of the bedroom. “You think I don’t notice your dick in my hands?” You reached down now, gripping it again, sighing softly at his hardness. “I’m a light sleeper.”

He sputtered at you, fingers curling under the waistband of your sweatpants. “No, you’re not.”

You grinned. “Yeah, you’re right, but this your cock we’re talking about, and I love your cock, Yoongi, fuck,” you continued, pumping him slowly as you felt his length twitch in your hands, his hands pushing down your pants, sliding down your legs.

“Three,” he breathed softly.

You took his larger hand and wrapped it around yours, stepping out of your pants.

“Go on, Yoongi. Show me what you do when you think I’m asleep,” you said softly, nudging him to the bed and laying him down, down, crawling over him, staring into his beautiful dark eyes, falling more and more in love with him every second. Yoongi bit his lip, looking back at you, shifting your hand up and down his cock, whimpering as he jacked himself off, but with your hand and your eyes on him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty,” he mumbled. “Such perfectly shaped eyes.”

You leaned down, squeezing him a little harder, a tiny gasp brushing against your lips. “That’s you, my love.”

He smirked, his free hand hooking on the side of your panties.

“Hit me with the fourth shot,” Yoongi teased, grinning.

You kissed him lightly, smiling. “That’s going to be a critical hit.”

“Better be a critical hit all over my dick.”

You laughed, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out the drawer, taking out a condom. The two of you pulled down your black panties, Yoongi completing the final number.

“Four,” he exhaled, nearly moaning at the sight of your juices snapping against your thigh.

“Me on top?” you asked, ripping the condom open.

Yoongi’s naughty smirk grew. “You do love me.”

You slid the condom down his length, both of you gasping as his cock throbbed in your hands. You slid up, holding him with two fingers as you sank down on him, tipping your head back at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock buried deep inside.

“I’ve determined we don’t fuck enough,” you muttered, rolling your hips at the delicious sensation of being stretched out by your lover.

“I should wake up earlier,” Yoongi hissed, hands twisting in the sheets. “So we can shower together again.”

“You miss that?” You began to move, riding him deliberately slow but rough, slapping your hips together. You were leaking all over his crotch and balls, adding to the sound. “Miss me on my knees for you, wet from head to toe?”

“Hah… I was thinking about it in the shower,” he panted, feeling you lean down to change the angle, rolling the entire lower half of your body to fuck him hard, fast, intensely squeezing his cock at every descent. “You look so good covered in my cum, my love.”

You smirked, arching an eyebrow. “Yeah? Take some pictures. Show your friends.”

Yoongi laughed, that attractive raspy laugh that showed his pink gums and his pretty white teeth as you rode him, chasing your orgasm and determined to get him to his. “They fucking wish they could see this body,” he growled, a touch of possessiveness in his voice that made your spine shiver deliciously. “Bet they wish they could see you riding my dick right now, your perfect tits and ass bouncing on top of me.”

You clenched him harder and he moaned, head pressed into the pillows, eyes closing, drowning in the feeling of you.

“Ask them,” you snickered. “I already know Jimin’s answer.”

Yoongi gave you an open-mouthed smirk. “That fucking pervert.”

You slammed your hips together tightening your jaw and your core, sucking in his entire length, every contour imprinted into you, every vein pulsing into your walls, Yoongi so fucked out and gone under you, the best image in the entire fucking world. You leaned your head back, gasping triumphantly as the pleasure finally dropped, showering over you, your hips shaking, pussy throbbing all around him, splattering onto his crotch. Yoongi groaned, smacking his fists against the sheets as he shot up into you, cock swelling against your walls, choking out your name due to the strength of your orgasm. You felt your pussy milking him for every drop, draining him. Yoongi’s hips jerked involuntarily up towards you, squelching loudly and lewdly.

Fuck, you loved him.

You bent down, hand between your bodies, holding the condom down as you kissed his open mouth, tongue sliding in to stroke his, murmuring to him how much you loved him. Yoongi panted into your lips, hot erotic breaths that made you moan as you slowly removed yourself from his softening cock. He opened his eyes, half-lidded, drunk with pleasure. His voice was breathless, content.

“I love you.”

You smirked.

“Drop your towel some more, but maybe when I’m not live streaming.”

Yoongi laughed and you laughed too, because in the end it was still hilarious.

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