#okay well i'm sick of it now after editing it a bit more so have it again dsnajfkans
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bedtime with mike and abby ( mike schmidt x reader)
hi guys! this is my first ever lil fic/imagine/blurb here!! if y'all like this, I'll keep it up. I'm also new to tumblr, so please please be patient with me. in the future i'd love to do requests.
also if someone wants to help me with formatting/be friends, just shoot me a msg :p
this is just a quick lil imagine/blurb. I've seen so many smutty fics and i wanted to spice it up w/ some fluff. just sleepy time on mike's night off! on w the fic :p
*edit* this isn’t revised!! i threw something together last min and posted cause i felt like writing lol. don’t mind the typos
word count: 1,633
warnings: none! just fluff, angst if u squint!!
summary: nighttime with mike and abby on his day off!
Most of the time, you, your boyfriend Mike, and his little sister Abby were on entirely different schedules. Mike worked nights at a shitty gas station job for the time being after his job at Freddy's was... well.. no more for obvious reasons. Even though he swore off the night shift, this was necessary until he could find something better. Jobs were sparse at the moment, and Mike's history didn't exactly make him a star candidate.
A typical night would consist of you making the three of you dinner, slowly forcing Abby to venture out when it came to her taste buds. Recently, she'd taken a liking to tacos. You and Mike would make a joint effort to get her ready for bed earlier together, as Mike was more particular about being there for her since the incident. She'd get a bath, get into her jammies, and the two of you would tuck her in with a bedtime story. You'd both kiss her little forehead goodnight, then kiss your boyfriend on his lips before sending him off.
Most nights, you tossed and turned in your sleep, unable to rest properly without Mike by your side. A painfully dull feeling would rest in your stomach, the lack of his warmth beside you agonizing. You'd spend all night waiting for 6am to roll around as you felt the bed dip on his side, barely stirring you from your sleep. You'd have thirty minutes until your alarm went off, thirty minutes to wrap yourself up into him before you once again went on your separate ways... living your separate lives until you could have your few hours of union later on.
But tonight, you were lucky. Mike had gotten the next few days off. His job was being extra kind as they actually recognized the hard work Mike put in, something he wasn't used to. They'd told him someone would take over for a bit, to enjoy himself, to rest. It may have been a low-paying, trashy, borderline dangerous job, but his boss was nice, and the customers were certainly safer to deal with than those at the pizzeria.
You called out sick from work, not wanting to miss a single second with your little trio. You'd both even made the decision to pull Abby out of school for the day, spending it building forts, watching movies, and eating ice cream. The three of you even went out rollerskating, Mike awkwardly tumbling every few seconds on the rink as Abby would bust out laughing at him. The three of you were now sat around on the couch, Mike smooshed into the far side of the armrest as your entire body lay on his, Abby's head resting in your lap as she sleepily blinked her eyes. She'd already had her bath, brushed her teeth, and all three of you were in your pajamas.
"So, everyone have a good day?" Mike asked, turning his head to the two of you with a small but sleepy smile.
"Mhm," Abby hummed quietly, slowly nodding her head against your lap. It was clear that she was moments from passing out, and once Abby was out, she was impossible to get up without a fight.
"Okay, I think it's time for bed," you giggled, slowly lifting your own head up from Mike's shoulder. Mike nodded in agreement, a laugh of his own escaping his lips.
You both slowly pulled Abby up, getting her up on her feet, her half asleep state making her delirious as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, staring back at the two of you in confusion.
"C'mon, Abs, it's time for bed," Mike muttered, standing up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. You stood as well, following Mike as he led Abby to her room. She crawled up into her bed, her little body tucking under her blankets as the two of you sat on both sides of her.
"Want a bedtime story?" Mike asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned down to press a small kiss to Abby's forehead. Abby's lips parted to answer, but before she could, her eyes were closed and she was out. A sincere and quiet chuckle escaped underneath Mike's breath, his eyes full of love for his sister as her stared down at her. You couldn't help but stare, the edges of your mouth turning up into a sleepy smile of your own. He was so majestic, his messy but soft brown curls were laying in every which way on his head. Even though he was much more rested than usual, his eyes were still somewhat sunken in, but to you, that just made him more attractive. His scruff was messy, unshaven, but it managed to highlight his jawline. The sparkle that remained in his eyes, even through it all, after everything that he'd been through, warmed you to your core, your love for him overwhelming.
"What?" Mike asked quietly with a smile still plastered on his lips, his eyes now locked on yours. A blush crossed your cheeks as you realize you’d been caught, your eyebrows raising.
“Nothin’,” you hummed, shaking your head. “Just admiring you.” Your hand reached out to his as the two of you went to your own bedroom, the only light now lighting up your house being the moonlight and street lamps peeking through the blinds. You both crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over your bodies.
There was nothing but silence other than the sound of the fan in your room, the hum almost hypnotic as you wrapped yourself up in his arms. Your head rest against his chest as he instantly tugged you closer, his back flat on the bed as his hand cradled your side. His thumb drew small figure eights on your shoulder. Your body felt fuzzy, a type of relaxation you hadn’t felt at night in a while. Mike made you feel safe. On nights where you two were able to just snuggle up, nothing could buzz in your mind. Anxious thoughts disappeared, even the ones that seemed to be a constant in the back of your brain. There was nothing but a warmness in your mind and a beam of love in your heart.
“Hey, baby?” You heard Mike ask softly, his voice cracking from his sleepiness. You were broken from your train of thought by this, looking up at the man with the sleepy eyes. “Hm?” You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering, but he couldn’t see due to the lack of light. Mike sat up, pulling you up with him as he grabbed your hands, both of your faces now lit up by the light peeking through the cracks in your curtain.
“I- I know we don’t get nights like these much, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m never home, I’m sorry you have to do so much for you and Abby alone. I’m sorry I dragged you into that mess with Freddy’s, got you involved in so much of this,” he said, his voice seeping with sadness and regret. His eyes held an even softer emotion than they did earlier, one that felt like a knife to your chest. “Most importantly, I’m sorry I can’t be the boyfriend I should be. I mean, we should be spending our nights out at clubs, going out on special dates and vacations, and I hate that I’m unable to give you that,” he sniffled, a tear now falling down his eye.
You leaned forward, a frown on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes locked on his as you placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear with your thumb as you shook your head. Mike’s own two much larger hands were now placed on both of your cheeks as he continued. “But listen, Y/N, I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone, okay? I- I’m not good at this shit, I know I’m not. I’m clumsy and I’m bad at emotions. I don’t always know what I want or what I need, but I know I don’t only want you, but I need you. You came into my life and you brightened it where it was the darkest. You brought happiness back, you made me understand what joy was again, what it was like to feel.. complete. You saved me, but..” he trailed off again, full on tears falling down his cheeks now. “Most importantly, you saved Abby, made her feel whole again too, gave her somethin’ like a mother, something I couldn’t give her,” he said, his voice breaking at the end. Before he could say another word, you wrapped around arms around him, pulling him into a massive bear hug. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, your mind not even focused on the salty tears and the snotty nose that was leaned up against your shoulder. Your hands rubbing his back as you kissed the top of his head.
“Oh, baby..” you whispered softly, squeezing him like if you let go he’d disappear. “You know I love you so much too…” you finished, pulling his face up by his chin, pressing a soft, gentle but electric kiss to his lips. The two of you then settled back into bed, curling up in each other’s arms as he played with your hair, occasionally leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, small sniffles still leaving his nose from the emotional moment. He was right, it was rare you got moments like these together, but when you did, you cherished them. It took about thirty minutes of sweet nothings and cuddles before the two of you drifted off, in your own little dream worlds filled with many nights like these.
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Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 3
Summary: Morning sickness has hit you hard today but Jungkook's always there to take care of you no matter what mood you're in (A little glimpse into their future together)
Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap)
Word Count: 2.3K~ (honestly got carried away with this one lmao)
Warning: Talks about pregnancy and throwing up lmao. Suggestive language but I think that's it lol
a/n: This was an ask I got and again I wrote soooo much for it compared to how long my drabbles usually are so I figured I would give you guys a little peek into their future together and do a longer one 🤭 (written in almost one sitting so yeah barely edited)
Start from the beginning
I slump down on the floor, taking in the cool bathroom tiles under m knees as I throw up for what felt like the millionth time today and I have to will myself to not lay down, seeking comfort from this constant nausea I've been granted with these past few weeks.
"It's okay baby I got you. Let it all out" Jungkook mumbles next to me, holding back my hair with one hand while he rubs my back with the other. Trying his best to provide some sort of comfort in my darkest hours.
Okay that was a little dramatic but morning sickness sucks alright. And by the way, such a misleading name since I've been puking my guts out morning, noon and night.
I lean my arm against the rim of the toilet and lay my head on top of that, the dizziness settling in moments later leaving me hurling again.
Once I've finished after spending what felt like hours kneeling in front of that toilet I'm finally granted some solace, although that nausea had now been replaced with a splitting headache.
Jungkook had suggested I take a nice long bath. One that's a little on the chilly side so it'll hopefully help the dizziness subside.
He's made it no less relaxing though, giving me a new bathtub pillow with candles lit all around (unscented ones of course since strong smells have been another thing that has made me sick) and my regular ginger ale slushy he always makes me every time I get sick.
Although he tried to leave me be so I could relax I was able to easily convince him into the tub with me, begging him to massage my feet. Something he was honestly more than willing to do.
"Anything for the mother of my child" has been his favorite phrase to use ever since I got pregnant and it makes me melt every time he says it.
"You feeling any better?" he asks, having moved up my legs a bit to massage my calfs as well. "Yeah, thank you" I mumble since any loud sounds or bright lights are just the cherry on top of the things that are trying to prolong this headache.
"That's good" he says giving me a soft smile, a pained expression hidden behind it, wishing he could take away some of my pain.
"Were coming up to the second trimester right? The doctor says morning sickness usually stops once you finish up the first" he tries to encourage me, hoping to give me a light to see at the end of the tunnel.
"We've got about two weeks left" I say, sinking down further into the tub, dreading the thought of living like this for the next two weeks. "I'm sorry Bunny. If I could I would take all of this away and put it all on me. I hate seeing you like this" he finally admits what's been on his mind recently, even though it's been very apparent with every look he's given me.
"You know that I love you right?" he says, moving closer to where I am and gives me a kiss before sliding in next to me and and moving me over to where I can sit between his legs, making me lay against his chest.
"I love you too" I whisper, taking one of his hands and playing with it while the other one rubs my baby bump that's getting bigger and bigger everyday. "You're so strong for doing this for us. I'm so proud of you" he mumbles against my neck, kissing the skin there and making me truly feel so loved.
I just feel so complete with him. Like there's nothing else in the world that I could possibly want. Except for this little bean that makes me puke up every single thing I dare to eat.
"How big is it right now?" he asks, referring to the pregnancy app I downloaded. "The size of a Kumquat" I giggle, thinking about the fact that a baby that small could make me so sick.
"What's a kumquat?" he chuckles right with me, confused by the unfamiliar fruit. "It's like a mini orange but...not" I say, not super confident in my answer. He laughs again and I sigh before continuing.
"It's like the size of a really big grape...but it's citrus" I say, trying to help him visualize it but he just laughs at my efforts, switching from rubbing my tummy to hugging, pulling me in as close as he can.
I pout when he still hasn't made moves to tell me that he kind of understands what I'm saying but he just trails a few more kisses down my neck instead.
"Should I go get some next time I go to the store?" he says, changing to feather light kisses making squirm at the ticklish sensation. "You want to eat our child?" I say, turning around in his embrace, breathing in the most dramatic gasp I can muster and he rolls his eyes at me.
"You know what I mean" he groans and I respond by giving him a kiss, one that's more full of life than they have been for a while.
"The bath made you feel that much better huh?" he smirks, taking in the light in my eyes again. "Yeah, also you helped me feel better. Just a little bit" I say holding up my pointer finger and thumb bringing them close together.
"Just a little bit huh?" he says, cocking a brow at me and I know I've made a mistake, or a terribly terribly delicious mistake. Maybe a little bit of both.
"Yeah just a little bit" I say, challenging him. He quickly stands up and gets me out of the tub, drying the both of us off for a few seconds before pulling me into the bedroom and throwing me on the bed. I giggle at his actions and watch as he crawls on top of me while cup the side of his face, bringing him in closer to kiss me.
"Seems like I should try a little harder huh?" he chuckles dryly and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder what the baby might feel when that happens. Do they know how nervous their daddy makes me feel sometimes?
Once we kiss for a little bit I push back on his shoulder, take in a deep breath and then push him off seconds later, running back to that same place, kneeling before that porcelain throne yet again.
He trails in after me after having put on a pair of boxers, kneeling down beside me and again trying to comfort me.
"I'm sorry" I say, trying to calm my breathing after having finished and he chuckles. "It's okay it's not your fault. I guess it's just gonna be something we gotta get used to" he says and I furrow my brows, questioning his words.
"We'll have to start being careful so we don't wake up the baby once they're here" he teases and I roll my eyes, laughing along with him at the thought of being interrupted by our children late at night.
"Hopefully that won't happen too often" I breath out, starting to focus on my breathing to stop myself from retching again. "You just gotta learn to be a little more quiet" he teases, poking me in the ribs making me push his shoulder lightly but he sways right back over to me.
"It's not just me you know" I scoff and he continues to be amused at my efforts of defense. "Whatever" I grumble, standing up and flushing the toilet before cleaning myself off again and brushing my teeth.
"Come on Bunny you know I love you" he says following me back into the bedroom and over to the closet so I can pick out something to wear to bed. "I also love all those pretty little noises you make for me" he whispers in my ear, caressing my belly again but for more sensual motives this time.
I throw one of his t shirts over my head, trapping him under it for a second before he pulls away from me so I can put it on the rest of the way.
I forego wearing anything else since I pretty much sleep naked most nights. The t shirt being a relatively new edition to provide some sort of warmth if I have to rush to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
I pull back the covers and lay in bed, him following close behind and getting in next to me, pouting from the feeling of being shut out from the silent treatment I'm giving him but he gives me time to take a breather.
"Can I hold you?" he asks in a tentative tone, not wanting to push it but still wanting to be close to me. Instead of answering I reach my arm back and grab onto his and throw it over me, taking his hand and placing it on my belly where he immediately starts to caress it, bringing those fluttery feelings back again.
"I love you Darling" he mumbles into my neck after having come closer, my back up against his chest again, our legs tangled together while he encompasses me in that love that is truly palpable. "I love you too Daddy" I mumble with a smile on my face and he smiles against my skin.
"Should I start calling you Mommy?" he teases, rubbing my belly and making me laugh. "Maybe when the baby gets here" I say, and he leans down so he can be eye to eye with my bump and starts talking to the baby.
"Hey there you little Kumquat, you better let Mommy sleep tonight you got it? She's getting cranky with me when all I wanna do is love her" he says and I wack him upside he head, leaving him groaning in fake pain and I laugh while he continues to talk to the baby.
"See? All I was doing was telling you to treat her better and then she goes and hits me. We're gonna have a serious talking to once you get out of there missy!" he says, and I laugh again, now choosing to run my fingers through his hair instead. "And now she's rewarding me, I don't know if I should praise you for that or still scold you" he pouts. "Be nice to the baby he doesn't know better" I chuckle and then he looks up at me, shocked at what I'm insinuating.
"You hear that? She called you a boy! How rude. You're obviously a girl" he counters, the two of us still at odds on the gender of this baby. "How are you so sure?" I question, curious as to why he's been so dead set on thinking it's a girl. "I looked it up" he says sitting up so he can state his case. "Oh really?" I say sitting up and mirroring his posture, the both of us with our arms crossed over our chests.
"Yup it says that excessive nausea is primarily linked to girls" he says, clearly proud of himself. "Oh yeah?" I question, cocking a brow at him (a habit I've picked up since I've been with him). "Yeah" he says, leaning over me to grab my phone on the nightstand, unlocking it and looking it up before showing me an article.
"See" he says, and I roll my eyes. "Just because one article says that doesn't mean-" I'm interrupted by him grabbing my phone out of my hand and going back to the google results page before giving it back to me. I scroll and scroll and scroll and see that a vast majority of them support his claims.
"Ha! Look!" I say, picking out the one article that says it's linked to boys. "Grasping at straws aren't we?" he chuckles. "Whatever" I huff and lay back down.
We get back into that position we had been in before, him leaning over me to talk to be baby again. "Goodnight baby, sweet dreams. You know I love you no matter what you are" he says and places a kiss on my bump making me caress his head again, wondering how I got so lucky. "But I secretly hope you're a girl" he says, mumbling it right against my stomach as if him continuing to say it would change the outcome.
"Alright Daddy say goodnight for real this time" I chuckle, signaling him to lay back down so we can go to sleep. "Goodnight my love. See you soon" he finishes, placing one last kiss and laying back down to hold me again. "I swear you sweet talk that baby more often than you sweet talk me" I tease and he pinches one of my nipples in response.
"Hey! Those are sensitive" I whine and he chuckles, tapping twice on my hip telling me to calm down. "Lets go to bed grumpy" he says, pulling me closer when I try to push him away. "I swear both of you are always ganging up on me" I grumble and he chuckles.
"It's our job isn't it?" he says moving his hand this way and that on my belly almost as if he was doing a secret handshake with them. "I swear" I breathe out and all I hear is him starting to have a conversation with the baby again.
"Love you Mommy" he teases, acting as if he was the baby and roll my eyes. He follows it up giving me a similar sentiment, this time deepening his tone and saying it right in my ear. "Goodnight Mommy, love you" he says, placing one last kiss on my neck "Goodnight" I whisper back leaving him holding me tight, finally settling down.
I'm greeted a few moments later with the sounds of his soft snores, my forever lullaby. "Love you too Daddy" I whisper barely loud enough for anyone to hear but it brings me comfort, knowing that soon those words will be echoed throughout our home for years to come.
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Hiii can I request “You don’t need to be embarrassed, you’re allowed to be sick.” for R looking after sick WandaNat ❤️
The Two You Loved Most
〚 Notes - Hey :) Im back to writing semi-regularly things might be a bit disorganised since I have exams soon but anyway! Enjoy :D (ps my editing is trash so please ignore errors n stuff )〛
〚 Summary - Your girlfriend's catch a cold. It's up to you to look after them. 〛
〚 Wordcount -730 〛
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“Fucking Clint.” Natasha whined grumpily as she buried her head into Wanda who shook her head as she coughed into her elbow.
“I blame Thor not Clint, he’s the one who brought his alien germs here.” She pouted, rubbing Nat’s back when she broke away to sneeze loudly.
“Is the blaming still going?” You chuckled at their poutiness as you came back into the bedroom, "I'm surprised you've not started blaming Bruce yet, he's got a few interesting diseases you could catch." You jested, grabbing the tissue box and handing it to Nat.
“I hate being all sniffly! It’s not fair, I'm meant to be the Black Widow. It's so humiliating.” She whined but reluctantly grabbed a handful of tissues to swipe against her nose.
“Aw baby, you don’t need to be embarrassed, you’re allowed to be sick.” You murmured, kissing her forehead before doing that same for Wanda, “How are you feeling baby?”
The witch sniffled scrunching up her nose before she sneezed twice down into her elbow
“Oh bless you baby! I guess I’ll take that as your answer.” You chuckled, running your fingers through her hair, frowning a little as you registered the heat still blazing from her forehead, “You’re still warm...”
“You’re warm too.” You sighed as the back of your hand came to rest against Nat’s forehead. Confusion clouded your features. You’d told them both to take some medicine, it should’ve brought their fevers down by now, unless... “Did you girls actually take your medicine earlier? It was meant to bring these temperatures down.”
It was then that you noticed the shifty glances that your two girlfriends exchanged anxiously between each other.
You sat down on the edge of the bed to met their shifty gazes, “What’d you do?” You questioned them further as you looked over them observing as the two of them tried to cover up the fact that they had not actually taken their medication as you’d previously said too.
“You two! We need to keep these temperatures down, you’re just going to feel worst otherwise, You scolded them before getting up and going to your bathroom before returning with two doses of cold medicine in hand, “now you’re both going to have to take some whilst I watch since obviously the pair of you can’t be trusted to be responsible adults.”
The girls looked at each other nervously before taking the medicine. "I'm grown up!" Wanda said defensively, breaking away to cough chestily before continuing, "I was just scared of how it tasted."
You couldn't help but chuckle at her admission but then shook your head in disappointment. "You know better than this, my darling. The medicine would’ve helped you feel better, even if it does taste a little icky."
Nat on the other hand had downed her medicine in one go with the biggest pout, she had grimaced in disgust at the liquid but still swallowed it nonetheless, "I don't like your stupid cold medicine."
You rolled your eyes but either way, you were still proud of her for taking it, still, a little teasing wouldn’t hurt, “You're lucky I didn't give you the grape flavour, then aren’t you?”
If you would’ve looked hard enough, you would’ve seen the little shudder which shook the redhead. The grape flavour was truly awful. Anyway after a little more gentle persistence Wanda too took her and you smiled happily at the pair of them, “Well done my loves, that’s going to help you feel a lot better okay? It’ll help get rid of those gross colds.”
You watched them a little while longer, to make sure the medicine kicked into effect and was doing its job, before kissing their foreheads sweetly as you carefully climbed into the bed, nestling between the two sniffling girls. The drowsyiness of the medicine soon seemed to take hold as both your girlfriends nestled down, each resting their heads on you before they were taken into the soft grips of sleep, small stuffy snores filling the room. Taking this as a sign, you let yourself relax and you soon found your own eyes fluttering shut as you began to drift off to sleep, listening to both girls sniffle around you as they both tried to get some rest. It wasn’t long before you were asleep too, saftely nestled between the two people you loved the most in this world.
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hi dove! i can't believe i've never requested anything on your blog! could you possibly write a enemies to lovers - lewis nixon x reader? maybe where feelings are discovered after one of them gets hurt/captured/something like that! you know i'm a sucker for angst with tons of fluff! thanks for being awesome!
mads <3
Coming Clean
Lewis Nixon x reader
A/N: omg hi Mads! Thank you so much for the request 🤗 I love your work (especially the way you write Nix) so I really hope you enjoy this!
I edited and wrote the last half of this fic while sick, so if this is totally incoherent, that's why - and I'll just have to do my best to fix it when I'm better😆
(As always this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️
Warnings: language, mentions of war
“I am not being overdramatic,” Nixon insists in what can only fairly be described as a rather theatrical tone.
Dick only glances up from across the table, an eyebrow quirked as he studies his friend. He nods slightly. Thank you for proving my point, the gesture seems to say.
“Nix,” he says, his tone serious, even though he opts for his friend’s nickname instead of a more reprimanding Lewis. “I don’t think comparing anyone to Sobel is fair.”
Nixon drops his fork and holds his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, okay. All I said was that if she wanted to, (Y/N) could give him a run for his money. That’s all.”
“They’re nothing alike,” Dick deadpans.
Nothing alike? A bit nondramatic, in Nixon’s opinion. An understatement for sure. He starts to protest, but Dick cuts him off.
“I think the two of you just got off on the wrong foot.”
Scoffing, Nixon leans back in his chair. “Well, I wouldn’t call overhearing someone explicitly talking about how they think you’re unqualified for your job getting off on the wrong foot. But close enough, I guess.”
“That’s not what I said.”
The voice is enough to startle both Nixon and Winters – although the ginger presses his lips together in a way that suggests he’s only just managing to repress a smile as he takes in your arrival on the scene. Nixon, on the other hand, has to forcibly close his mouth to stop from gaping at your sudden presence.
“What I said,” you continue. “was that I wasn’t sure how well a Yale man would hold his ground amongst the other officers.”
A frown tugs at the corners of Nixon’s mouth. For once, he’s grateful that part of his upbringing included lessons in how to conceal one’s true emotions lest someone gain the upper hand by using them against him. He presses his lips into a thin line and steels himself.
“Remind me where you studied again, Lieutenant?”
Your face pales. Bingo! You may have had him there for a second, but he’s struck a nerve.
“It was just a joke,” you say, your voice quiet.
Nixon only shrugs before turning back to Dick. There are footsteps as you walk away, but he doesn’t turn to see you go. Instead, he tries to concentrate on his tray of food. Tries being the operative word, since Dick seems intent on staring at him with that look of utter disappointment on his face that could make a saint feel guilty.
“What?” He stabs some broccoli with his fork, not looking up.
Dick sighs. “It was a joke, Nix.”
The potatoes on the corner of his tray are his next victim. Unseasoned and questionably cooked as they are, Nixon still puts all his focus into getting them firmly on his fork.
“Why does it bother you so much?”
Now he looks up. “Huh?”
“The joke,” Dick clarifies. “Why did it bother you so much?”
It’s not so much that the jab at his alma mater bothers him. It’s just . . . Huh. Why does it bother him? The way it’s said, perhaps, or the people it was said in front of. After all, it was one of the first things that you said upon Nixon’s arrival after his promotion. Not a good look for a newcomer in such a prestigious position. If he wanted people to poke fun at him despite his achievements, he could have just stayed home.
Sure, that’s probably it, he tells himself. You’ve just hit a nerve. No need to psychoanalyze this whole thing.
To Dick’s question, he only shrugs.
His friend, thankfully, does not press the issue.
. . .
Lewis Nixon, you’re beginning to realize, does not forgive and forget.
Well, that’s too bad, because all the other officers seem to think that he’s funny and charming. And they’re right. But clearly those qualities are not on display whenever you’re around. And you’re not about to ingratiate yourself to him by groveling for forgiveness over some stupid offhanded joke.
Too bad. Because you’re a big enough person to admit that despite his flaws, Lewis Nixon has his good qualities – not to mention that he’s handsome.
“Why are you staring at me?”
The sudden question draws you out of your thoughts. You blink, back in the present moment.
“Pardon?”
“You’re staring at me,” Nixon says. He doesn’t look up from the stack of mail that he’s censoring, intent on his work.
You avert your gaze, trying to ignore the heat you feel rushing to your cheeks. The words on the letter in front of you turn to nonsense the more you try to focus on them. If you work hard enough, you won’t be tempted to let your thoughts wander to the man sitting across the table from you.
“Here.” A letter lands on top of the one you’re reading as Nixon, once again, interrupts your thoughts. Startled, you look up to find him looking at you rather expectantly.
The letter he’s tossed to you looks familiar. It takes you a moment to realize that it’s written in your handwriting – a letter that you wrote to your family back in the states. When you glance up at him, he turns back to his own work.
“You spelled accommodate wrong. Thought you might want to fix it before sending it off to your family.”
Oh of course he would point out your mistake like that! Anyone else would have let it go. Your family will be so thrilled by the letter that they wouldn’t even give the misspelling a second thought.
The sigh that you push through your nose comes out louder than you expect it to. Nixon, however, doesn’t look up. Swallowing your pride, you aim for a tone that’s halfway pleasant.
“Thank you, Nixon.”
Is it your imagination, or does the corner of his mouth twitch slightly? A smirk, perhaps.
“You’re welcome, (Y/L/N).”
. . .
Though the world no longer trembles with the barrage of artillery fire, you keep your hands pressed firmly over your ears, staying low in the foxhole. Is it the cold causing you to shake, or the adrenaline that still courses through your veins?
You had been out making rounds when the shelling began, just trying to make sure that the rest of Easy Company was okay. The shellings are always unexpected, but this one caught you out in the open, exposed. You had had to dive into the nearest foxhole, hoping for the best as you hid from the explosions just outside.
Someone had grunted when you fell into the foxhole, your elbow connecting with their stomach. There had been no chance to apologize over the loud, cracking booms that filled the air.
After a shelling, there always seems to be a moment – a split second, really – of silence before it all goes to hell again. Then the calls for a medic will break out and everyone will jump into action, throwing around orders amid the screams and groans of the injured.
Now, as you wait for the few seconds of silence, you feel the person beneath you shift.
“Sorry,” you mutter, your arms shaking as you attempt to push yourself off of them.
“Christ,” a familiar voice grumbles. “My fucking ribs.”
Nixon’s voice is all the motivation that you need to push yourself the rest of the way off of him. Still full of adrenaline, you push yourself back on your heels, staying low in the foxhole, but ready to leave at a moment’s notice.
The Princeton man rubs his ribs. “You came out of nowhere. That really – “ He pauses, his expression shifting into one that you’ve never seen on him before as his brows furrow. Gently, he leans towards you. “Hey, (Y/N). Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine.”
“You look – “
Ka-BOOM!
The air splits in two as the second round starts. The shell must hit somewhere very near your foxhole, because the reverberations its impact sends through the ground cause you to topple forward, straight into Nixon.
Before you can even think about pushing yourself away from him again, something strange happens: you feel his arms wrap around you, drawing you in, close and tight, as the barrage continues. You bury your face in his shoulder.
When the second round ends, you both remain still, breathing heavily as you wait for whatever comes next. Only when it’s clear that the Germans are no longer firing do you pull away from each other. Neither of you looks the other in the eye.
“Sorry about your ribs.”
“Huh? Oh. They’re fine.”
Neither of you leaves the foxhole until absolutely necessary. And the next time that the Germans begin firing, when you somehow find yourself back in the same foxhole, neither of you seem to question how easily you wrap your arms around each other, bracing for the impacts and explosions.
The fog of war is a hell of a thing.
. . .
“Medic! We need a medic!”
The call is so unexpected that Nixon actually stops midsentence and turns his attention towards the panicked voice. Several others follow suit. After all, in the middle of Berchtesgaden, who would need a medic? It’s not like they’re in combat. And there’s nothing and no one around that should be putting anyone in danger.
Dick jumps into action immediately. Of course he does; he cares so deeply for his men – anyone can see that. It’s especially evident in this moment as he steps forward to intercept the panicked looking Talbert.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“(Y/L/N) needs a medic.”
Despite his wishes, Nixon feels his heart skip a beat at the mention of your name. It’s because of the startling and unusual news that Tab is delivering, he tells himself.
“For what?” he asks at the same time that Dick takes charge of the situation, charging down the street they’ve been standing on, yelling out that he needs to find Doc Roe.
As soldiers snap to attention trying to find the trusted medic, Nixon moves closer to Talbert.
“What happened to (Y/L/N)?”
Talbert takes a step back, his eyes wide, like he’s being confronted by a madman. Sure, Nixon’s tone was a little demanding – a little worried – but there’s really no need for the other man to look so shocked.
“A couple of us were out exploring the woods,” Tab explains. “She caught her ankle on a root and tripped. Might be just a sprain, but it looks pretty nasty.”
“Where is she now?”
“We got her back to the house that she was quartering in – Hey! Nix, where are you going?”
Talbert’s voice fades behind him as Nixon rushes down the street. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s vaguely aware of people stopping to stare at him as he passes, his pace a barely restrained run.
Several shocked faces look up at him when he bursts into the house. He stops in the doorway of the living room, staring into where you are.
You sit on the couch, one leg propped up beside you. Other than the swelling in your ankle, you look okay – if not a little surprised, that is, to see Nixon gaping at you like this. For what it’s worth, the few Easy men who are scattered throughout the living room look just as stunned.
“(Y/N),” Nixon breathes. Coming back to himself, he clears his throat, willing his heart rate to slow down to normal levels.
“Um . . . I think we should – we should maybe clear out, yeah guys? Give (Y/N) some room to breathe,” Babe suggests.
Casting glances between you and Nixon, the other men squeeze past him in the doorway as they make their way out of the house. Behind him, the door closes, but Nixon doesn’t move. Somewhere within the house, through all the silence between the two of you, a clock chimes to signal the top of the hour.
“Can I help you?” You finally ask.
“We’re at the end of the war.” Nixon’s voice, once again, is louder than he intended it to be. He clears his throat again before pushing on. “We’re at the end of the war, and you somehow got hurt.”
“I tripped in the woods. So what?”
“So what? I was worried about you!” The words are out of his mouth before they have his permission to be spoken. They’ve escaped before he truly grasps the gravity of what he’s just said.
You quirk an eyebrow – a rather sarcastic expression that he’s come to know on you, but your voice is quiet when you ask, “You were worried about me?”
He was worried about you, he realizes suddenly. And he’s been worried about you for some time now, though he can’t place when his feelings towards you softened, when he started to care.
“Yeah,” he admits. “I want you to get home safely.”
“Why is that?”
His head spins. Maybe you should have been put in intelligence, the way that you’re pressuring him for answers while keeping a collected tone. It’s exasperating, honestly, how you’ve somehow gained the upper hand.
But part of him . . . likes the feeling it gives him when the two of you spar like this.
Something tugs at the corners of your mouth. It might be a smile you’re trying to suppress, or one of the smirks that he’s come to know so well.
“Nixon, I think you’re very bad at expressing your emotions.”
He blinks. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” With your propped leg taking up the space beside you on the couch, you instead gesture to the chair that sits nearby. Without knowing why, Nixon takes a seat. It’s a bit like waiting outside the principal’s office, the anticipation of it all. “But,” you continue. “it’s kind of cute to see you so flustered.”
You’re messing with him, surely. Yet he can’t find any sort of witty comeback.
After a moment of staring at each other, you nod with the assurance of someone who has finally made up their mind and is resigned to their fate. “I think it’s time I finally came clean.”
“About?”
“I think you know. But just to watch you squirm, I’m going to start at the beginning.”
He’s heard you tell stories before. The two of you could be here for a long time.
But, he thinks as you start your narrative, he’s starting to realize that he wouldn’t want it any other way.
#band of brothers#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers fanfic#lewis nixon x reader#lewis nixon#my writing#mutuals#tumblr friends
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It's time I talked about this major plot point in Zexal Club, as it's really important. It's also one of the first skits I did together with @yukii0nna , so I'm really excited to talk about it! For those who don't know, Zexal Club is a crossover between Winx Club and Yu-Gi-Oh ZEXAL, where Bloom is Yuma and Kari's mother.
Tagging a lot of mutuals and followers since this is pretty important to me, even the ones who probably don't follow this AU much
@yukii0nna @marrondrawsalot @kousaka-ayumu @gritsandbrits @soprinceblizzard @darkicewolfknight @bakawitch
Edit: I'm now also tagging @bibookdemon since you don't seem to know much about this AU or even that it's a thing, which sucks because this is my biggest and even favourite Yu-Gi-Oh ZEXAL AU
Warning, this is longer than I thought.
So basically, Yuma's been spending more time with Winx 2.0 (what me and Yukii call our OCs) recently due to still coping with the shock of learning the truth about what he is. He also starts spending less time with the Numbers Club since he hasn't told them yet because, again, weird way of coping. Tori and Bronk notice and decide to talk to him about it.
Yuma realises what he's doing and decides to introduce his main friends(Numbers Club) to his other friends (Winx 2.0). They happily agree.
After school, Yuma calls all of Winx 2.0 + Cathy if tomorrow, they can come to a place he picked so they can all meet each other. Everyone happily agrees. After the call, Yuma and Astral discuss whether or not Yuma should tell his friends his secret. Astral thinks he should, but Yuma's still nervous.
Unbeknownst to either of them, things won't go as smoothly as they hope.
See, other than Winx 2.0, Mari is friends with this boy named Aiden. And Aiden's father, Laurent, is, well, a control freak and a jerk, who thinks Aiden's friends are a bad influence on him and corrupting him. He's thinking of how to keep Aiden away from them, when he's approached by someone: Dark Mist.
Dark Mist offers to make sure Aiden never sees those 'bad influences' again in exchange for his help. He explains how there's this boy keeping secrets from his friends, and he needs said boy out of his way. If he uses his magic to help him corrupt said friends, he'll gladly help. Laurent accepts.
The next day, none of Winx 2.0 + Cathy are able to come, obviously, thanks to Laurent and Dark Mist. Jade's parents said no, Leo got extra training sprung on him, Kikyo had to go for a check-up, Mari got detention, one of them got sick, I think Casey-look, it's been a while, okay?- etc. Yuma has to go and tell his friends the bad news.
Tori, Bronk, Caswell, and Flip are shocked and a bit hurt by this, but are understanding. After everyone leaves, Dark Mist and Laurent get to the next stage of their plan. With their powers combined, they're able to make a corrupted card for each member of the Numbers Club, which they can now use on them since their negative emotions are at their fullest. They give them to the 4.
The next day, Kikyo is back and at school, so Yuma decides to introduce her to the rest of his friends at school during lunch break (Casey and Jason are still unavailable). He manages to actually do it this time, and things go alright enough at first, even if they're a little on edge thanks to the cards' influence (Flip the most). Then, Bronk notices Kikyo's pendant, and she tells him about it. After that, either Bronk takes it or she gives it to him for a bit, that part's a little foggy, but he turns it on, and it points at her. And also then bc of the cards, but I'm not 100% sure. Anyways, she takes it back and brushes it off as being broken. They mention how she should probably fix it, since she could be mistaken for a magi (what magical beings are called in this AU), and that would be bad because magi are bad.
Yep, the corruption made them racist.
Yuma is shocked by this, as none of them have ever shown signs of hating magi. This makes him even more scared to tell his friends he's a fairy, along with making Kikyo uncomfortable. After the whole introduction, he asks The Numbers Club what the hell's gotten into them, as they've never had anything against magi before. They just tell him magi are dangerous and evil.
After school, they wonder why Yuma was so defensive on what they were saying, along with why Kikyo seemed so anxious. They decide to spy on her.
They follow her, going into an empty and probably abandoned building, where she practices her magic. That's when they realise she's a witch. Since their minds have become messed up because of the cards, they decide to record and expose her as 'revenge' for 'stealing' Yuma.
The next day, everyone is looking at Kikyo weirdly. Yuma notices and asks her what's wrong. Suddenly, some jerk pours water on Kikyo, commenting on how she didn't melt or something, causing Yuma to get angry and ask what their problem is. The jerk shows Yuma the recording, and Yuma is shocked that someone found out. Jerk is like, 'You already knew?!' And they fight. Mr. Kay breaks it up and is on Kikyo and Yuma's side. They all go to class.
Throughout the school day, Kikyo is constantly bullied and harassed, with kids throwing spitballs at her, some girls hiding her skirt, so she ends up wearing pants, and some even get violent, with her having a bunch of marks on her face. One student (Cough Miyuki cough) even cut her hair. Yuma uses his magic to heal her, though I think Kikyo used her own magic to regrow her hair, and the two of them think of who exposed Kikyo. Then, a certain someone appears: Shark!
He tells them he knows who did it and will tell them. When asked why, he replies that even he thinks what they're doing is cruel. He then tells them it was Tori, Bronk, Flip, and Caswell, which shocks them. Yuma decides to confront them, and Kikyo goes with him. Shark tags along since, in his own words, he's got nothing better to do.
Yuma goes to the 4 of them. They ask him why he's still with Kikyo after she was outed, and Yuma replies, 'I already knew'. Tori shouts, 'And you stayed with her?!'. Yuma asks why they would do any of this, and once again, where this hate for magi came from. They try to convince him Kikyo's not worth it.
Yuma then asks, 'If I was a magi, would you still care about me?' They wonder why he would ask that. He tells them to just answer. They say yes.
Yuma then shows his magic, shocking them and Shark. (Originally he didn't reveal he was a magi until later, but we did a revision and liked this reveal better.)
Tori grabs Kikyo and asks what she did to Yuma, to which Yuma separates her from Kikyo, saying she did nothing. He finally tells them the truth: His mother was a fairy, and so is he.
Tori processes this for a bit, then starts laughing like any good anime villain. Yuma asks why she's laughing, but she doesn't answer and just keeps going. Frustrated and angry by everything, he slaps her.
I'm seriously considering changes that detail because HOLY SHIT I DON'T THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA ANYMORE.
Tori stops and is quiet for a moment, then says, '...I see'. Yuma tells the Numbers Club he's transferring with Kikyo, and their friendship is over - again, considering changing this part- then tries to leave with Kikyo. Suddenly though, they're stopped by a vine.
Tori, Bronk, Flip, and Caswell have become fully corrupted, and the cards also gave them dark powers of their own. Yuma quickly uses his magic to destroy the vine and manages to escape with Kikyo and Shark. When they get away, they think about what happened. Kikyo remembers their eyes seemed different, and the 3 realise something must've corrupted them. They decide they need to hide somewhere and not their homes because the 4 could look for them their. They go to this abandoned house near-ish to the school that Shark knows about (fanfic logic, am I right?), and try to think about what happened. Shark gets supplies so they can survive. After a while, as they try to figure out how the 4 were corrupted, someone comes to help them: Aiden! Yuma's like, 'Oh, I know you! Mari told me!' He tells them it was his father who did it, but he had help from someone he doesn't know. Kikyo asks who could have a grudge against them and can corrupt people, and Yuma realises, 'Oh no, it's 96!!' And then explains the whole Numbers problem to Aiden. They decide to call Mari to help, since by now, she can come.
A while after, or even the next day, Mari arrives. She sends her pixie, Tika, to spy on the Numbers Club to find the source of the corruption. She goes and sees it's from the cards. She goes back and tells them.
They all decide to confront the Numbers Club head-on. Shark is told to stay back since he doesn't have any real defence against magic. He does.
Yuma, Mari, Kikyo, and Aiden go to The Numbers Club. Well, actually, I'm not sure if Aiden also went, but let's just say now he did. Of course, this leads to a fight.
Yuma and Mari dual transformation!!!
The two respective teams fight, and our heroes manage to win! Yuma uses his magic + the power of friendship to defeat the corruption placed on his friends. He then flies up and yells at 96 to reveal himself, which he does. 96 warns Yuma that this isn't the end, and Yuma warns him back that if he ever hurts his friends again, he'll tear him apart. 96 leaves.
After all that, Yuma manages to properly introduce his two friend groups, and they actually get along! The Numbers Club apologised to Kikyo for what they've done, and Kikyo forgives them since it wasn't really their fault. They all hang out, and plans are made to change schools since their current one SUCKS.
Whoo, I'm finally done!! That was WAY longer than I expected. It was also really nostalgic visiting this whole plot. What do you all think?
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One Last Night- Aether Ghoul x Reader
A/N: I am extremely bad with tagging stuff and all that, if anyone has suggestions for tags or warnings I should add please let me know and I will edit this post to add the proper things! This is posted to my Ao3 “bewitched_bee” as well!
I felt like I couldn’t breathe, time seemed to completely stop. “Are you sure” I ask Swiss as I feel my heart rate speed up. “Unfortunately yes Aether has been called to go back to the pit” Swiss says. “But the other ghouls get to stay at the ministry why is Aether different” I ask.
“Who knows why he's different” Swiss replies. “But Aether didn’t do anything wrong I just don’t understand” I say as I feel tears well up in my eyes. “Just go be with him we have more time to discuss this any other time…..you’ll want this last night with him trust me” Swiss says. I immediately turn and go to the ghoul’s den, I walk to Aether’s door.
I raise my fist to knock but I can’t bring myself to immediately. This had to be some sort of sick joke or a nightmare or something. I couldn’t just have one night left with him, we were supposed to be together forever. I placed my hand over my mate mark, I wondered if it would disappear when he did.
I finally got the courage to knock on his door, he opened it immediately. “Didn’t know if you’d come or not" he says letting me in. “Of course I would……it’s our last night together” I say going over to wrap my arms around him. It’s then the tears start falling. “Don’t cry please" he says gripping me tightly.
“I don’t want to lose you” I say pulling back a bit to look up at him. “I know I don’t want to go either” he says. “So how does it work….will it hurt you or is it painless” I ask. “I'm not too sure I assume it will be like when I was summoned…so no pain” he replies.
“Do you know what time you’re called back to the pit” I question going to sit on his bed. “Papa told me when the clock strikes 5 in the morning I'll be gone” he says sitting next to me. I look over to the clock on his bedside table, it reads 10 pm. “So we have 7 hours left” I say tearing up again. “Less because I want you to be asleep when I go” he says. “But why I want every last second with you” I reply.
“I don’t want your last memory of me to be when I'm being called back….I don’t know if it’s gonna be something you’ll want to remember” he says. “I probably won’t but at least then I can say I was with you until you were gone.” “You will be with me just not awake the entire time” he says.
“Aeth….please just let me stay awake I want every last second with you” I say. “Okay but if you want to sleep you can I'll get you up before it’s time” he says. “Alright but I don’t want sleep right now” I say cuddling against him. “What do you want to do then love” he asks wrapping an arm around me.
“Just hold me….please” I say as I sniffle. “Here let’s lay down” he says. We move to lay down, I lay on top of him. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare” I say. “I wish it was” he replies as he moves a hand to my hair. “What’s gonna happen to my mate mark” I ask. “I don’t know, it could be one of two things” he says.
“Which would be what” I question. “Well 1: it disappears or 2: it stays and there’s a constant pain from time to time in it” he says. “With my luck it’ll be the pain” I reply. “Hopefully it’ll be option 1” he says. “Would you be mad if I ever get mated to another ghoul” I ask. “No I want you to be happy after I go….I've already told everyone to take good care of you and if you falling in love with one of them happens then that’s great” he says.
“If you could pick for me who would it be” I question. he chuckles, “Swiss or Rain for sure maybe even Mountain, but Dew wouldn’t be a bad option either. And honestly Phantom wouldn’t be a horrible option” he says. “Why Swiss or Rain” I ask as I move to lay beside him. “Well you and Swiss have always gotten along great and Rain would be such a good match for you” he replies.
We keep talking for a while until I look over at the clock and see it’s already 1 am, there’s 4 hours left. “I think I need some sleep” I say, “then sleep my love I'll wake you up around 4:30” he says. I lean over and kiss him, I don’t want to pull away but I eventually do. “I love you so much” I say, he smiles at me “I love you too.”
I lay my head on his chest and eventually fall asleep. A few hours later I'm being nudged awake, I open my eyes to see Aether hovering over me. “30 minutes left” he says, I can see how sad he looks now. I place my hand on his cheek and I see him tear up. “Aeth don’t if you cry I'm gonna cry” I say. “I'm going to miss you so much” he says.
“I'm gonna miss you too” I say tearing up again. “What should we do with our remaining time” he asks. “I don’t know” I say as he moves off of me. I get out of bed and go over to the mirror in his room. He follows and wraps his arms around me from behind. I meet his gaze in the mirror and I break down crying.
“Don’t leave me please” I say as he holds me tighter. “If I had any say in this I wouldn’t be leaving you I'm so sorry” he says. “This wasn’t supposed to happen we were supposed to be together forever” I say. “I know I'm sorry our time is being cut short…..promise me something” he says.
“What” I ask as he spins me around to face him. “Don’t be sad over this forever please….move on find happiness again” he says. “Aeth……I can’t promise that and you know that” I say. “Please….at least try then” he says as I look up at him. “Alright I'll try” I reply as I hug him tightly.
“Last chance are you sure you want to stay in here until I'm gone” he asks. “I'm positive Aether” I reply. He leads us back to his bed and we both lay down. I choose to reach out and hold his hand. “Did you already say your goodbyes to the others” I ask. “Yeah I did that earlier so that we could have this time alone” he says.
“Do you think we’ll ever be together again” I question. “I hope we will eventually….I mean you’re not immortal so logically yeah we should be together again” he replies. “What if I ever became immortal some how” I ask. “Well then I'm not entirely sure, but I don't ever see you becoming immortal even if you had the choice” he says.
We both chuckle at that for some reason. We just keep talking and talking and I can just feel it’s getting closer to time. I go to grip his hand tighter and I can’t feel it anymore. I look over and see he’s fading away. “It’s time love” he says, I tear up again. “So this is it huh” I say as a tear falls. “Unfortunately yes but remember I will always love you no matter what” he says.
I watch as he completely fades away until there’s nothing left. I cry for a bit before I decide to pull myself together and go to the main part of the ghoul’s den. Everyone is there, Swiss sees me and opens his arms. “Come here” he says, I fall against him and he holds me tightly. “We’re all here for you” he says rubbing my back.
“You know I think a cuddle pile would be nice” I say. “Alright who do you want where” he asks. “I don’t care I just want to be surrounded” I say. “Can I join” I hear a voice ask, I look over to see Phantom and I feel tears in my eyes again. “Yeah get over here” I say, Swiss tightens his grip on me.
“It’s okay Swiss really” I say, he loosens his grip as Phantom lays down. I move off of Swiss and move to lay on Phantom. “Thought you didn’t like me” he says wrapping his arms around me. “It’s not your fault you were summoned to replace Aether I shouldn’t hold that against you” I reply.
“So we’re good” he asks as I feel Swiss move to lay against my right side. “Yeah we’re good” I say. Rain comes over to lay at my left side, Dew lays next to Swiss, then Mountain comes over to lay next to Rain. “Is this what you wanted” Swiss asks. “Most definitely I like being surrounded by all of you” I reply. I go to move a bit and I feel a sharp stinging pain where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Ow” I say loudly causing everyone to become concerned. “What’s wrong” Swiss asks raising up slightly. “My mate mark just started hurting” I reply. “You’re one of the unlucky ones that have that happen…..it will happen until you get mated to another ghoul unfortunately” Swiss says.
Phantom reaches up to touch the spot and I feel instant relief. “Phantom I don’t know what you just did but keep your hand there please” I say. I turn my head a bit to see Swiss smirking at me.
“What” I ask, he chuckles. “Nothing sweetness…..I just think your mate mark issue will be solved sooner than you think” he says. “What the hell does that mean” I ask. “You’ll find out eventually” Swiss says. I shake my head slightly before I cuddle into Phantom more. I eventually end up drifting off to sleep.
#aether ghoul x reader#angst#aether ghoul#mountain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul#phantom ghoul#ghost fanfic#ghost x reader#the band ghost x reader
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Admit It
Chapter 2 : Consequences (5k)
Summary:
Before the whole "multiverse collapsing" thing, everything was going pretty smoothly for you. As Spider-woman, you saved people, beat up villains and lived an calm and uneventful civilian life. But everything seemed to have changed the moment one boy was bitten by some radioactive spider. Now, the villains you faced have become more active, and always seemed to disappear before you could deliver them to the police. One day, you manage to finally catch the trail of the ones that kept stealing your catches, only to be left to discover another facet of your life waiting for you.
Will this end well for you? You could only hope so. But you are perfectly okay with risking it all, after all, that "Miguel" got one hell of an ass to make up for it.
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Miguel o'hara x fem!reader, violence, 18+ MINOR NON FRIENDLY SO HOP HOP GET OUT OF HERE, future tags
Chap: (1)
MasterList
Don't copy to another site or I'm gonna be big mad >:C and don't feed to AI obviously
Author notes:
Doing this instead of doing exam stuff related. Tried do to 3k didn't work now take this 5k and the smutty bit . I wanted to put Miguel's POV but it would have been 7 or 8k so it'll be for next chap.
I'll probably edit it later bc there're parts I find weirdly written but anyways-
Why did I do that already? Ah! Yeah! I remember, to " not miss all the fun". Silly me... HOW IS THAT FUNNY???
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT !!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as you almost immediately regretted going through that damned portal. One second you were walking onto a nice- beautiful even, concrete floor, and the next you got yourself propelled into a way too colorful void that made your eyes hurt.
Why does everything they have must be so bright? Does it not make their head hurt, like, please??
But right as of now, you thought the colorfulness of this new environment to be one of your less important problems. At least for now.
You were more concerned as to where you were actually heading, a slight panic running through your body as you realized you had no control whatsoever over your direction or speed. You didn't mind not knowing where you were going to land, no problem, but you would prefer not to crash into a building- or even better the ground, at 100km/h.
Quickly asserting the situation, you tried to take as much information as you could. Looking around yourself, you could observe ass you traveled into what could be a sort of invisible tunnel, if an invisible tube could be called a tunnel, it kind of defeats the whole purpose of the tunnel but anyway. Although you could see some kind of geometrical forms that set the global shape of the way, like guides that allowed the tunnel to go the right way.
The feeling almost made you sick. Sure swinging around was something you now excelled in, but being moved around so much that you lost sense of up and down was now something you dread to experience again.
That's something I'll never get used to. You thought as your eyes tried to find something to anchor yourself before you could throw up your last meal.
Thanks to whoever designed this thing, the experience was quite short, even if quite extreme. In only mere seconds after your entry into the portal, you were back in the real world. And not this weird in-between dimension that threw your senses off.
As much as you were thrilled for the experience to be over, your eyes stung at the bright lighting at the end of the way. But you got no time to rest and recover properly your vision. The moment your body went through the blinding light, gravity suddenly seemed to reappear, pushing you down toward the ground. Acting by instinct at this point, you let your body react by itself as it reoriented itself so you would land carefully on your two feet, and not head first.
" Ah.." You sighed, appreciating the comforting weight of gravity. You raise to your full height, arms by your side, you let your eyes take as many details around you as they could, while your ears tried to assert if there were any threats nearby.
That's a pretty big elevator.
Your eyes were amazed by the sight you were met with. By just looking from side to side, you could see the breathtaking, future-like sight behind the thick protection glass. Incredible buildings stretched so far up into the deep blue sky that you almost could believe your own eyes. How was it even possible? That must be some kind of dimension that's set well into the future for it to be so technologically advanced.
The scenery was pure beauty, roads were spreading around each building like a gigantic snake, embracing each gap and swirling in the place. And unlike your world, those were set up in the sky, allowing an astonishing field of green to surround the whole city.
OH.MY. ARE THOSE FLYING CARS?!
It was still hard to tell from this distance, and knowing that the elevator was actually moving upwards, but you could swear those cars looked weird as fuck.
…Wait, they definitely were flying...there wasn't any road for them to be on ??!
Too caught up in your own excitement, you didn't notice the three people waiting with you while the elevator moved. Running towards one of the glass windows you almost pressed your face against it to better examine this completely new view. But you quickly dismissed the idea once you saw that the elevator was in fact just a platform and putting your face against the window would result in your face being squished down along the elevator's movement.
Wait that's weird... why is everything upside down?
It took you a good minute to realize that your entire vision was in fact upside-down and that your body was in fact dangling into the void, only kept from falling by your talons. Despite the fact that the spikes on your feet were considerably huge, it seems like you didn't notice them piercing into the platform's ground.
Thanks, weird spider instincts. You thought amused, it would have been quite embarrassing if you had landed just for you to fall down because you couldn't spot that the gravity was inverted.
Parting from the glass, you looked behind you. Three different pairs of eyes met your own. You almost let a laugh escape your lips when you saw the scene, stopping yourself last second, but unable to help the smile on your lips.
While the two other Spiderwomen- you guessed you could call them like that for now, were standing perfectly straight on their feet despite the gravity trying to pull them down, Vulture was dangling weirdly, only hold back by the firm grip of the youngest Spider. Seeing something falling upwards wasn't really common in your job, as you almost never let yourself be put in a taught enough situation that would force you to be left head down.
Vulture wasn't as pleased as you were on another note. His face was one of pure worry as he frequently stared at the girl holding his restrained body and then the abysmal void separating him from the bottom of the building. You could almost catch beads of sweat sliding profusely from his now pale face.
"Enjoying the view?" The woman asked with a smile of her own, all the while she was playing with something on her watch-like device. From her relaxed brows, everything was going as usual for her. This told you a lot about the situation as a whole; if they were really who they pretended to be, fellow Spider-Men from; different universes, then they could be many more than just these two and the “Miguel” from before.
“Yeah, flying cars are not really a thing at home. This view is really something to behold.” You stated breathily, even if you didn’t know them- not even their names you realized, you could let your guard down, you could feel it.
It had been so long since you felt this safe.
Not having to worry about enemies coming to stab you in the back, always looking out for people's betrayals, it really was refreshing to say the very least. A much-needed break indeed.
“Miguel’s dimension is surely more advanced than most of ours, that’s for sure!” The woman laughed as if amused by your almost pure reaction to the scenery. Just as she finished doing whatever she was doing with her watch, the elevator started to slow down, and you walked up to where they were currently standing- waiting to arrive at your destination.
But just as you were about to stand before them a sudden vague of pain came through you. The feeling, despite short-lived, left you breathless, contorting in pain, you lost your balance and almost fell to your knees. But weirdly you didn’t.
It was as if you were shredded into pieces, and while you tried to scream, you could hear the bugged sounds that came out of your mouth. You really felt like a scratched disc that kept coming back to one scene over and over.
Thankfully, it went away as quickly as it came. You were now crouched down just next to the older woman, who had lowered herself in the meantime you were out. Now extending her arms, presenting you with a sort of elastic bracelet.
“Shit! I’m so sorry girl, that completely slipped out of my mind. There put this one on, it will stop you from doing that again, I know it’s not the best feeling.” She said to you, expression full of remorse while you quickly put on the thing.
“ That’s for sure..” You breathed, “Shit, that fucking hurt ugh-” You straightened yourself while she stayed near in case you needed help, but in mere seconds you were back to full form.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry again, a lot of things to do at the same time and you weren’t on today’s agenda.” Just as she finished her sentence, the elevator came to a stop, it’s lack of a door allowing you to fully take in the view in front of you.
“But don’t worry, Lyla will give you a real Goober since Miguel asked her to, you should have it soon enough.”
You didn’t pay as much attention as you probably should have to her words, too focused on observing the impossible scene.
There were so many Spider-Men and Spider-Women everywhere.
But you didn’t get the chance to admire them more, the two women and their package were already well ahead of you, still in the elevator.
Oops, wait for meeee!!
You quickly took off towards them, but still, let ourself look around the bright alleys. They were covering almost every centimeter available, from the floor up to the ceiling, thanks to the Spider capacities they surely possessed too.
You jogged behind the two women, avoiding the Spiders that came in your way while saluting the ones that acknowledged you.
“Jessica, do you bring us a new one? Does Miguel knows about that one?” A voice came from your right, a Spider-Man, his suit a deep red and light blue. He seemed to have been talking with others, but your presence must have caught his attention.
How does he even know I’m new here? WE ALL LOOK THE SAME. HOW?
“YES AND YES PETER.” The woman, Jessica, answered without missing a beat, walking unfalteringly toward a gate a bit farther into the ‘main’ way.
The other spider let go almost immediately after her answer, going back to his previous discussion.
“Don’t worry, they are all pretty chill when you get to know them.” The young girl spoke while you continued to look around, catching your attention.
“Yeah, since we’re all Spiders from different dimensions I figured we must be the nice guys I guess. I shouldn’t be too worried about them trying something.” You nodded, and the youngster laughed softly at your response.
“I could even present you some, I’m sure you could get along just fine with Hobby.” She continued as you all entered a darker zone of the building, the atmosphere changing immediately. It even smelled different from the main hall.
The scent is different here but it feels off. Like there’s something behind it? You took a long inspiration. It’s not strong but I can definitely smell something.
It smells pretty good too. Like a subtle mix of pine and oak, just strong enough to pick on but not too overwhelming either.
Hell, it smells divine.
As if in a trance, you followed while they approached different cells-like containers, each filled with what you could recognize as a villain from your own dimension, except slightly different.
Jessica stopped before what looked like an inactivated cell, pushing some sort of code into a nearby panel while the girl approached and put down the Vulture right in the middle of the device that served as the cell’s base.
The moment he left her arms the cel activated, a bright purple hue commit to completely encapsulated him, leaving him unable to leave.
“ They wait here before we send them back to their own dimensions,” The girl said as she pulled down her mask, before pointing toward another room, behind some control panels. “ We got a supper-and-absolutely-not-scary giant spider robot that scans their DNA before sending them back. Super effective.”
“Totally humane and professional.” You completed as you began to see white appendages leaving a hole you didn’t notice in the ceiling, red yes soon following as the gigantic thing came out to work on the prisoner that was just scanned.
Yep! Not scary! Not scary at all!
Quickly, you turned around before you could witness anything more this spider thing was about to do, and chose to follow the two women, staying closer to the girl that seemed more eager to talk.
“I’m Gwen between, I’ve not been here for much longer than you don’t worry, only a month or so. So I know what it feels like at first.” She tried to reassure you, that was easy to tell. But you weren’t stressed, or at least not as much as you think you should have been.
It’s weird. Since I smelt the scent I feel almost at ease.
But there’s more to it, I can feel my entire body heating up.
…Don’t tell me they got some strange laboratory things going on in there and I’m the only one affected… That would be so embarrassing.
You could feel your face heating as you walked. You chatted calmly with the Girl after introducing yourself, and she seemed eager to talk to someone, but inside, you were screaming. It was beginning to be difficult to breathe with your mask, the scent becoming stronger and stronger as you approached a somber room with a sort of platform attached to a metallic arm that stretched into the darkness.
It’s dark enough here, I should be able to pull it off without dying from a headache.
Mimicking the actions of the girl, Gwen, from moments prior, you raised your hand to pull your mask off swiftly, a sigh of pure satisfaction leaving you as the cold air of the room hit your burning face.
I hope I'm not too red or I'll need to make something up.
Thankfully no one seemed to notice your very much cherry-colored face, possibly due to the low lighting of the room to begin with.
Get your hormones in check for fuck's sake.
"Everything's alright here?" Jessica asked as she could tell something was visibly bugging you from the frown on your face.
"Yeah, Yeah everything's good. Just trying to take in all the new info you know?" You answered quickly, but not without missing the curious face Gwen threw your way.
Your eyes went back to Jessica, she was next to the control panel now, and just as she had been doing all the way here, she taped some code on the display. But this time, a holographic figure appeared just next to her.
"Hey, Lyla!" The girl next to you greeted cheerfully the hologram. Wait, THEY HAVE ADVANCED AI TOO?
"Hi Gwen, what's up? Still, sticking with poor old Jess? Miggy still hasn't let you go alone on a mission?" The yellowish woman asked, her form teleporting just next to the girl in question.
"You already know the answer to that Lyla-" Gwen answered, defeated, "I'm ready, at this point I'm just waiting for SOMEONE to tell him that I'm ready too."
The glare she threw at Jessica couldn't be missed, even if you tried, her eyes full of expectations but only met with blank ones.
"Hey it's not my job to babysit, I will have plenty of work when this one will be there," She said while pressing her hand on her belly," If you're sooo ready just go and tell him you are. That shouldn't be difficult for someone as good as you." She finished, a wicked smile playing on her features, obviously teasing the girl.
The two continued their own playful arguing, you could only stand by and watch, at least until the AI- Lyla apparently finally noticed you.
"OH! YOU'RE THE NEWBY MIGGUEL SAID TO MAKE THE GIZMO FOR!" The hologram appeared right in your face, causing you to jump in surprise. She looked like a twenty-something years old woman, a short brunette, and she smiled at you friendly.
"Yeah, I guess that's me..." Everything was starting to become a bit too much for you, having enhanced senses had its pros and cons, and being easily overwhelmed was one of them, and the strange but pleasant scent that invaded your mind didn't help your body to calm down.
"Good, I'm sure you got your own Spidey things to do so we're gonna be brief." She said happily, moving around with way too much energy for such a little thing. "Take that first, it's way better than the daily pass you have right there."
A bracelet similar to the one you saw on the two women materialized in front of you, and you quickly reached out to catch it, not wanting it to break.
Pulling off the elastic bracelet from your right arm, you rapidly replaced it with its metallic counterpart. Up close, you could see the amount of detail and work that went into the item's conception, from the small display to the multiple buttons there and there.
"We'll teach you how to you it don't worry, it's not that hard when you know what to do." Lyla declared confidently, from her proud expression, she must have been the one designing the item.
"But first-" Jessica turned from Lyla to face you.
"-First we'll explain to you everything that has happened." Lyla cut off, earning an angry look from Jessica.
Finally. You thought. it's not like I came here for that in the first place but kinda.
Suddenly the whole room became pitch black, and a beam of white light rose from the middle of it, urging you to come closer. The beam began to take the form of a tree, and from there you could only listen as both Jessica and Lyla explained to you the story of this organization.
"These webs linked us all together," Jessica started, "And one year ago, a gap was left in it, allowing people from one dimension to enter another, those we call anomalies."
"And if we don't do anything, all the worlds could be destroyed."
Waving goodbye to your new colleagues, you stepped into the portal after making sure it was set to your dimension. The trip wasn't as bad as the first, since you were now expecting the whole floating part, but still, it will definitely need to be improved.
When you landed, you were surprised to see yourself in your flat, in the middle of your living room. Almost falling to your knees in relief for the day to FINALLY be over, you caught yourself last second, instead falling face-first into your sofa.
Your body was aching everywhere and you could already feel the headache in your temple, the distinct throbbing enough to let a painful whimper escape your lips.
Need to shower and put this off.
After inhaling heavily, to prepare yourself mentally for the pain to come, you finally rose to your two feet and headed to the bathroom. You took your sweet time undressing, delaying as much as you could the moment the cold air of the room would touch your sensitive skin.
Your flat was modest, and so was your bathroom, you didn't have a very big salary at your local job, and doing Spider-Woman exploit didn't pay shit. Free work all along and still some people got the nerve to hold it to you when you made the slightest mistake.
'Go on take the work' You had wanted to yell more than once. But deep down you knew no one would take your place if it meant going through what you did to have this kind of powers.
As you managed to get most of your suit off, you couldn't but notice the smell that came from off of it. The same as the one in that place in the HQ building. Miguel's 'office' would you had learned it to be. The memory of the man's face still vivid in your mind.
Poor guy, he really lost everything he had. And I can't imagine the amount of guilt he has accumulated over time from that.
And still despite your kind words you couldn't help your body's reaction the moment your eyes met the sculpted body of your new boss. At this moment you thanked every god and goddess you knew the name of to have made this room so dark. If you think you were feeling kind of hot before, then now you were burning from the inside out, everything felt ten times as what you were used to. Sounds, images, odors, everything was multiplied and allowed you to sense almost everything that was going on inside and outside the room.
But it was useless, as your eyes only seemed to see interest in this Miguel's divine complexion.
And damn if your suit didn't make your body heat up once more. Chills ran through your entire body, your talons and fangs starting to stretch despite the fact you didn't want them to. You desperately tried to control yourself, tried to let go of the fabric in your hands, but it seems your body wasn't cooperating. Instead, your hand rose the piece of fabric to your face, allowing you to smell the full fragrance still enclosed in its fibers.
"Shit-" You hissed, as one of your hands grabbed the edge of the sink, your legs were starting to give up on you. You didn't feel this aroused in- hell you've never been this turned on in your entire life and that's saying something about yourself right now. Why was it happening now? It wasn't nearly as bad when you were there, it should have calmed down and not worsened!
You could only let yourself fall on your knees in an attempt to calm yourself, maybe the coldness of the tiles would help? Well, it didn't. Now you could hear a cracking sound coming from above and below you, your talons and claws surely pushing the ceramic of the sink and the tiles to its limit.
As embarrassing as the whole thing was would feel yourself growing soaked, your entire core on fire, waiting for something you weren't sure only your fingers could provide. But your resolution to control yourself started to falter.
So while your nose was still buried deep into the fabric, mouth agape while you inhaled the divine sent, your other slowly caressed your body, starting by your neck, luckily your claws still retracted the moment they touched your skin. You tried to imagine how his body would feel below yours, how his fingers would feel against your skin, would they be rough or smooth? Oh- What you could do to this man at this instant.
Your hand was now on your breasts, your hand easily englobing the mound of flesh, playing with it just the way you liked, causing small moans to escape your drooling mouth. Your hips began to move with a mind of their own, swinging back and forth against nothing, the feeling at your core begging to be too much.
Leaving your other breast without giving it the same attention, you let your hand make its descent towards you screaming for attention vulva. You breathed heavily into your suit, both yours and his scent mixed making your mind go crazy.
"Fuck-Ah!" You jumped as your fingers first made contact with your aching clit, the simple touch almost enough to immediately send you over the edge. Your whole body was tensing now, waiting for something to release the unbearable tension.
Tentatively, your finger started to play around with your sensitive clit, sending powerful waves of pure pleasure through you that left your mind practically blank- except for the image of this beauty of a man panting below you.
Hips grinding on your hand, chasing for more, you allowed one finger to begin spreading your wet folds, sighting in relief when a new sort of pleasure overwhelmed your senses.
But still, it wasn't enough, you were fully moaning into your suit while three fingers worked hard on spreading you and your hips still grinded hard on your palm, trying to get as much stimulation as you could.
You had the picture perfectly painted in your head, mimicking your current depraved act, you would be riding that man until he'd beg you to stop, or until you were fully satisfied. He would look so good with tears in his eyes, you thought, the constant brows on his face as its appeal but god- what would give out to be the one making sure he was milked until there was nothing much he could give you.
You licked your dried lips at the thought, your tongue brushing slowly upon your bared fangs. You panted heavily, sensing your orgasm approach way faster than usual, the familiar tightness in your core becoming more and more unbearable, but promising a delightful end for all the torture it had been.
You curled on yourself when you grinded particularly hard on your clit, provoking a shockwave that made on fall on the floor of the bathroom. You must have been quite the sight, ass up in the air, hand pushing your suit in your face, all the while you now grinded with a desperate thrust into your hand.
Shit-shit-shit!!
Your entire frame tenses when your orgasm finally hit you full force, the hotness of your core spreading across every centimeter of skin, up until your face. Instinct taking over, you let yourself sink your teeth deep into the fabric still pushed in your face, and the moment your fangs sank in completely, you could feel your own venom ooze out of them.
"Ah AH-" You tried to muffle your sound but to no avail. Fingers still moving against and inside you, you tried to make the few waves of pleasure last as much as you could, even if it meant overstimulating you a tiny bit. After the last bit of pleasure eventually faded, you stayed immobile for a few more minutes, struggling to comprehend what exactly had just happened.
What. The. Fuck. Was. THAT?
Still slightly out of breath from your previous activity, you slowly rose back up, wincing at the feeling of your fingers leaving your leaking cunt. Sitting on your knees, you tried to assert the situation.
You looked intensely at your wet hand, your mind still not processing everything that just happened, as if it had been totally disconnected, leaving your body to be ruled solely by primary and animalistic instincts.
You stood up, not without faltering for an instant, where you incredible sense of equilibria when you needed it?
"Okay. Okay. That is just horny me, no need to think about it. It's just the Sider DND going berserk because of a pretty guy." Your reasoning was strong, at least you thought it to be, just enough to convince you would surely do the work. Looking up into the mirror about your sink, you stared at yourself, hand grabbing its edge with way too much force, causing your fingers to go white and a small crack to appear.
You looked absolutely disheveled, your already not very tidy hair now tangled in a messy patch of color. Your eyes were bloodshot red, your pupils still dilated, taking over most of your eyes, leaving no place for its original color to sip through. Along with you still, open mouth and bared fangs, your shoulder moving up and down in rapid breaths.
You looked monstrous, quite literally. If someone were to see you like this, it would be more than understandable if they suddenly took off running, fearing for their life. You seemed ready to attack anything that come your way, but you could help to find a certain charm to your current state. Sure you looked savage, but the good kind of savage.
Hell, you even though you looked pretty hot like that.
Turning on the sink you quickly rinsed off your hand, a sudden wave of fatigue shutting you down. You then took a quick shower to rinse off any residue of dirk of concrete from today's work, along with the last proofs of your own excitement.
In less than fifteen minutes you were out of the shower, patting yourself dry, and getting ready for bed after throwing your suit in the washing machine before the smell would get you to do this again-and it almost made you sad to know that the only piece of this sent would be gone. Leaving the bathroom after opening a window to evacuate the fog, you stepped into your leaving room for a quick dinner, nothing too fancy.
You took from the fridge some leftovers from this afternoon, some rice along with a small piece of marinated fish, which will be more than enough. You ate at your own pace, not bothered by the clock ticking, reminding you of today's day of work. When you finished, you took out your phone, making sure you didn't forget to activate your alarms.
You entered your bedroom languidly, the darkness of the room comforting you, and with eyes as sensitive as yours, seeing in the dark was included in the package. Putting your phone to charge and the watch thingy- a Gizmo you had learned, o the night table, you throw yourself into the smooth and soft sheets of your bed.
As you found a comfortable position to fall asleep, your mind went back to what today had taught you, memories of all the Spider-men and women invading your mind, and fatally- the image of this Miguel you didn't even know as you watched him lose everything he had.
What a shitty person I am for having this kind of thought toward that poor guy.
Your eyelids were now starting to feel heavy, and before you could react your eyes closed on their own accord, your conscience beginning to drift away.
Thought shutting down as you began to fall asleep you could help but come back to what you saw at the HQ, but this time without the guilty feeling, thanks to being half-asleep.
But he got that cake... Bigger than me.. that's for sure...
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Headcanon: Vyn Opening Up
(Definitely not edited)
Oh ho? Writing about a super deep topic? Either way, I'm back to write another Vyn headcanon! For this one, I drew inspiration from Kaguya-sama because let's be honest: they have a lot of great ideas for romance and stuff, especially with the couples in the show. However, this topic leads to several different ideas that I had such as Vyn actually being able to express himself or just starting to feel comfortable and relax.
In the end, I think I ended up with the one idea you'll read because I think that it's shorter. Although the other one works just as well with the topic we want to talk about, I think it deserves to be written better and be more expressive in terms of what we see from the relationship; basically, I would want to write it as a proper fanfiction rather than just the quick headcanons that I write. With that aside, I hope that you enjoy reading this!
For the timeline, I think that this should be around the beginning of your relationship since I feel like this would be established well before you guys get engaged. Also, Vyn's partner can be anyone including Rosa, so that means whoever you are, you can imagine that it's you and him! Alright, let's get to the story!
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She would never love me like this.
Those word ring through his mind as he carefully adjusts the clothes on his body. Although you two already confessed weeks ago, he can't help but feel doubtful about himself as a lover. He knows that you were being truthful about your feelings that day, yet he doubts that you would love the other sides of him: the side that made everyone in his home country reject him, the side when he's stressed, and even the side when he's slightly irritated. With these sides overwhelming him, he wishes he could just let them all out and expose himself to you.
He can't lose you though. After everything that has happened, all he wants is for you to be by his side, but he can't let the one he wants nearest to him to see his weak side because no one would like it. Plus, no one wants to see a tired person after such a long week; he needs to hide it.
"Dr. Richter!" you call out when you spot him in the lobby of your building, but you falter when you notice his tired expression. "Dr. Richter?" Your steps approach him before your figure stops in front of him. When he turns to look at you, the dark eye bags under his eyes contrasts his pale skin, making the concern starting to bubble inside you. He gives you a small smile, hiding the exhaustion from the week.
"Hey, how are you?" he asks quietly, the fake smile extending to his eyes. You look at him, noting his tired golden eyes blink as he looks back at you. Although you haven't said anything to him, you have noticed his tired eyes for a few weeks now, and you're starting to feel restless with what has been happening.
"I'm okay. Are you okay though?" you ask, choosing your words carefully. Your hand slightly reaches to his cheek, feeling the dryness of his skin against your hand. With a frown on your face, you place your hand on his forehead, concerned about him getting sick. His hand reaches up to grab yours and brings it down from his forehead, staring at it and squeezing a bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answers softly, not making any eye contact with you. Your mind races as you try to figure out how to help him before a plan forms in your head. Deciding to act on it, you grab his hand and tug on it. His eyes meet yours, slightly confused as he tries to piece together your actions.
"Let's head back," you whisper, swinging your interlocked hands. With a sigh, he stands up and nods in agreement, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. With another slight tug, you two walk back to your apartment, the sounds of the city filling your ears. Although you guys didn't share any words, the silence surprisingly does not feel awkward like it needs to be filled with conversation. Besides, Vyn's thoughts consume his mind, and it seems like he wants to sit with them for a bit.
The moment you step inside the apartment, you immediately drag Vyn to the couch. Despite his confusement, Vyn willingly follows you, taking a seat after you tap the couch cushion besides you. Watching him, you notice his eyes rarely meet yours, making you concerned. With a squeeze of his hand, he looks up at you before sighing.
"Vyn, be honest," you start, hoping for him to open up about his feelings. "Are you feeling okay?" With Vyn's gaze on you, he smiles slightly before squeezing your hand, trying to reassure you.
"I'm okay," he answers with his eye smile. "Don't worry about me, okay?" Although he normally answers well enough to hide his feelings, you know that he's lying to you, and his answer blatantly reveals his feelings. With a huff, you can feel the anger boiling your blood, and Vyn keeps his eyes lowered. As much as he can hide it from you with his words and actions, his eyes would reveal everything to you in an instant. You tug at his hand again, prying an answer out of him.
"Please just tell me," you mutter, looking at your intertwined fingers. You can't help but feel slightly upset that he insists on being strong in front of you. Deep inside, you know that there is something troubling him, and you want him to feel comfortable enough to talk about it with you.
"I'm serious," he answers, squeezing your hand. "I feel fine." That makes you hit your breaking point. With an angry huff, you look at him with a pout, ready to lecture him about how keeping everything bottled inside will make him feel worse. However, you try to keep your anger at bay; there's no way he would immediately feel comfortable with your request, so you need to take baby steps.
"As much as you're going to try and convince me that you are okay, I can tell you aren't," you start, clearly explaining the situation from your perspective. Despite the anger that wants to come out of you, you know better than to explode at him for his feelings. "I've been worried for weeks about this, and I just need you to understand that I'm here for you. You might not feel comfortable to talk about it, but I just want you to know that I'm here to listen whenever you want someone," you continue after a shaky breath, your eyes still looking at your intertwined fingers. "Please," you whisper, "don't try to hold it all in." The anger inside you dissipates to sadness as you work out your feelings over the topic. You shoot him a small smile which Vyn returns with a sigh.
"Alright then," Vyn responds back quietly, brushing away the strands of hair away from your face. "I didn't want to bother you with this problem since I thought you only wanted to see the stronger side of me." He reaches for your other hands, forcing the two of you to directly face each other on the couch. "I'm sorry that you have been so worried about me," he apologizes as his thumbs run over the back of your hands. You watch him bring your hands to his lip to kiss them before tugging gently on them to close the distance between you two. His arms wrap around you as he gently rests his chin on your shoulder. Despite your flushed cheeks, you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head.
"Tired?" you whisper into his ear, your hands gently smoothing the strands of his silky white hair down. You feel him nod into your shoulder as his hands gently lower to your waist. In an instant, you feel his hands grip your waist before moving you towards him, settling your figure close enough that your legs legs are touching. With his sudden actions, your cheeks happen to become redder than before, leading to you hiding your face into his shoulder.
With a shaky breath, he asks, "Is it okay if we can talk about it?" Shocked, you pull yourself away from him to look at his face. When you two make eye contact, you notice the honest gleam in his eyes, making you smile a bit. You nod a bit before you rest against him again. Although he feels scared to admit his weakness to you, your words were enough to ease his worries a bit; he's definitely not close to completely opening up to you yet, he feels comforted to witness your willingness and care.
For the rest of the time you're together, Vyn speaks in a hushed voice as he conveys his feelings without the restraint he normally shows. Although he decides to not reveal certain details, the weight of keeping it to himself finally lifts off his chest.
Maybe it's okay to be weak in front of her.
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And that's a wrap! I was kind of hoping that this one would end up better, but it is what it is. This is what I get for not thinking things through, but I still hope that you liked this one! I'll see you in the next one!
#tears of themis#fanfiction#fanfic#prose#tears of themis x y/n#tears of themis vyn#tears of themis vyn richter#tot vyn#tot vyn richter#tears of themis mo yi#tot mo yi#vyn#vyn richter#vyn x reader#mo yi x y/n#mo yi x reader#mo yi#tears of themis fluff#fluff#one shot#nxx
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To: @handsometimr
From: @juricha-art
Hello, @handsometimr ! 'Tis I, Juricha, your Zecret Santa this year and I bring to you some gifts and Christmas cheer!
Prompt 1: Anything Akane/Junpei, bonus if they adopted a baby Quark post ZTD and uncle Aoi shows up.
This one was the hardest to draw because I wanted it to as cute and cozy as possible, but couldn't for the life of me think of a proper way to do so.
Christmas Eve. The tree and decorations are all put up, Junpei is finishing up the preparations, and Akane is trying to put the kids — their twins, Rei and Nova, and adopted little Quark — to sleep. But they are all too excited, because they know that Santa is coming tonight. So the only thing to do is to snuggle together in a big armchair and tell them some magical stories. After they fall asleep, Junpei finds this idyllic scene and decides to not disturb them, covers them up with a blanket and kisses them all goodnight, his heart sewling with love and joy. And who is that at the door?..
Prompt 2: The first Christmas Sigma/Diana spent together in Rhizome-9. My heart will shatter even more if Sigma's first Christmas without Diana is touched upon. But for Christmas cheer there's always Sigma/Diana's first Christmas together post ZTD, with Phi!
I picked the more cheerful version this time, so I hope it's okay! I did my best to touch upon the opther timelines a bit, though!
Phi visits Sigma and Diana on Christmas and finds out that they are now engaged! They spend a nice evening together. But if one looks closely, one can see the sinister reflections of many a horrible end — and sometimes with some happiness found — they might have met sometime, somewhere. Thank goodness they could find a happy ending to their story!
Prompt 3: Anything with Maria, any depiction is cool w me! We need more of Carlos' sister.
I drew a festive portrait of Maria, because we never see her in-game. I kinda got inspired by Maria Robotnik, with all the terminal illness and somebody trying to save the poor girls and screaming "Maria!" stuff.
And I now kind of headcanon her to be a fellow Sonic Adventure 1 & 2 enjoyer, watchnig Carlos play for her. After she was cured, she went to Kurashikis' wedding together with her brother and made friends with Akane and the others. She got so inspired that she roped Carlos into studying Japanese. Akane and Junpei are proud of her. I think the pearls and the purple-pink colors suit her.
All three artworks were done with a new technique I picked up recently — buying alcohol ink and splattering it across the page, hoping it would not go somewhere I do not want it to go. Then coloring the pictrues with the alcohol markers proper, then adding a bit of ink, acrylic markers and pencil (I really like the Cretacolor pencil that I used for outilining Maria, I think it goes well with the lighter colors and not as overbearing as the darker liners) and editing them a bit after scanning. This year was a rather busy one for me, and I didn't draw much (plus was sick through most of December), so I feel like I'm out of shape. I do hope that you — and everyone else — like the end results! Also, I cannot believe that I've been participating in ZEcret Santa for five consecutive years!, since 2019! Thank you for having me on board for so many years!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to @handsometimr , the ZEcret Santa crew and the entire Zero Escape fandom! May the next year be healthy and productive for everyone!
Love and cheers,
Juricha.
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Hey! I saw your match-ups were open and would like to request one if that's okay! I'm a dude and on the shorter side (5'4), I am pan with no gender preferences but I do prefer people who are more on the confident side. My love languages are physical touch and acts of service.
I am an ambivert, whether I'm more extroverted or introverted can change very quickly. I am typically laid back and easygoing and don't get annoyed easily. My favorite colours are purple and green.
I usually switch between wearing punk/emo style clothes (studded belts, band t-shirts, chains, leather jackets) paired with eyeliner or casual style clothes (Hoodies, shorts, beanies). My hair is a dark brown with a white streak due to lack of melanin and my eyes are a dark brown.
My hobbies are hiking, climbing, photography, video games, video/photo editing, needle felting and juggling. I like animals, hights, music and cooking. I don't like loud noises and spiders.
My appearance would likely have some owl-like features because of my love of heights and my messed up sleep schedule. Other than that my appearance would be mostly the same as it is now.
I would prefer not to be matched with sir pentious or charlie please.
Your Matchup is....
Velvette!
She is like the definition of confidence (more like too much because look at miss ma’am so I guess cocky, but she isn't afraid and she knows what to do)
I think she’d find your hair and clothes style really interesting.
Probably would try and mix your styles together so you two can match or she would match colors only
Idk I feel like matching is a small way to show that you are tied to a person
Did I read video & photo editing? Of course I did, I've been staring at this for a hot minute!
Oh boy do I have a job for you buddy!
Yes you already know it, you are an editor for miss ma’am Velvette here
Is it fun staring at screens all day and not getting to go outside and do your more hands-on activities? Yes, but oh my goodness your cute boss is micromanaging at every second (as if she knows what you’re doing)
Okay, but for realsies, you do speak about how you need some breathing room to be able to concentrate and she does take note of that, she also hires another editor JUST ONE so your workload is a bit lighter; you know are solely for Velvette’s work and the other unlucky editor get to work for moth man
As you two got closer she started to make more clothes based on your fashion and soon made it a rule for all of her employees to only wear her clothes (Velv come on just admit your feelings and ask for him to wear your clothes!)
Once you two do get together she will automatically take your clothes without shame, but makes it work
Shoot she might even dress like you just to make the fit work
If you get her on a hike she is whining and complaining, but it gave her inspiration to expand her work into sporty/athleisure wear as well
She does take interest in your hobbies during her relaxation time and is willing to try your food, but she will be honest about her opinions (this princess)
“Ugh! You’re taking forever!” Velvette pouted from her chair beside you with her arms crossed,
“Apologies, little miss princess. Maybe don’t give me so many photos next time.” You rolled your eyes as you continued editing the slew of photos she gave you from today's shoot.
After several more minutes of silence (in reality it was thirty seconds), she just got up and pulled your chair away from the desk.
“Don’t fight! You have been working all night, I want to sleep with you. I’m for once going to bed on time and so will you! Dumb and Dumber are out for the night so if we’re fast we can get to sleep with silence.”
A/N: You sound like a sick person ngl i’m a bit jealous of your hobbies and style /pos owls are such a good choice
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel matchup#hazbin hotel matchups#velvette x reader#hazbin hotel velvette
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Jesse - You Boys Are the (Homosexual) Supporting Cast
Gen;; Fluff - Headcanons
Warnings ;; no ?? i mean,, stress and anger (from reader pov) but not really ??
Proofread + Edited ;; a little bit actually,, mainly when going through and adding the bold and the blue and the italics lmao
Auth. Note ;; bet y'all thought i died.. nah i ain't never leaving i'm just clumsy af and smashed my phone into smithereens,, prolly got y'all tho lmaoooo
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Jesse is an insufferable flirt
Which would be fine if you didn't have shit to do
But you do !!
Accepting the roles of stage manager as well as assistant director was the worst choice you could have ever made
So help the world if you ever get your hands on a time machine
The school production may fall apart but at least your mental health would still be somewhat intact
But for now you're stuck with mountains of responsibilities and a sweet fucking annoying distraction
Speaking of said distraction
Jesse plays the lead's best friend and also an asshole who won't let you get on with your work
So he has his fair share of time on stage
But even then, you can barely catch a break
As soon as he steps foot into the wings he somehow immediately finds you
It honestly baffles you how differently Jesse acts in and out of class
Okay but on a real note you can't be at all angry at Jesse
Not when he's being so sweet and charming
Even though he keeps getting in your way
At one point, when the director was sick so you had to take that over whilst being stage manager and assistant director as well you had snapped at Jesse
He hadn't even been flirting with you at that point
Mans was literally just in the vicinity
Apparently that was enough of a crime to warrant your wrath
You absolutely still cringe thinking about that day
You hadn't shouted or anything
No, no you'd angrily whispered
And because you were stressed and upset your voice jumped like 5 octaves
Okay maybe not but it felt that way
You were giving mickey mouse realness
Which we love :D
It just wasn't the time
It's never the time for mickey mouse realness in today's society smh
You were on the verge of tears and mass murder which is always a good combination
(why are you always breaking down around this man fr)
Jesse had stared at you wide-eyed as you shat out a monologue of stress and misplaced anger
And once you were finished, chest heaving and feeling lighter than you had in a while, Jesse sends you an encouraging smile
"Sorry, sweetheart, I never meant to offend ya. Honestly, I was kinda hoping I was breaking up your stress, that's where I was coming from anyway. Still, I only caused you grief, not very fair of me, I'll admit."
You sniffed, awkwardly laughing things off and rubbing at your face
"Sorry for snapping at you. God, why is it whenever we talk I'm always freaking out."
Jesse laughs, a cheeky grin lighting up his face
"It's so I can rescue you from the depths of your despair, like your very own knight in shining armour."
Your roll your eyes good-naturedly, your own smile making it's way onto your face
"Oh, my hero!"
You pretend to swoon and Jesse's smile widens
You give yourself a second to take a breath, realising that, as bad as it seems afterwards, you really needed this
"Thank for, um, listening I guess. I didn't realise how much I needed to get off my chest until I was throwing it at you so I'm sorry but thank you."
Jesse gives a small nod and smile
"Anytime...well, maybe not any but you get what I mean."
After getting over that bump in the road the two of you get on like a house on fire
And you quickly come to appreciate the break in routine that Jesse gives you
You never quite realise how much the stress is getting to you until Jesse drags you away from your scripts and into something else
Something fun
As you two become closer you notice that he's started becoming more.. touchy
Like brushing stray hairs out of you face
Or tapping the tip of your nose
Or giving you a side hug before going on stage
Or leaning up against you to read over your notes
Things like that
And at first you thought they were innocent, unconscious actions
Until of course he started winking at you as he walked on stage
Or smirking at you after smoothing down a stray hair
Or making stupid comments as he moves away
Jesse is absolutely fucking with you
This absolute bitch
You're about to pull up fr
And his flirting continues throughout the whole rehearsal period
And you love it
It gives you happy butterflies in your chest and stomach
It's bearable you suppose...
But his secret winks and smiles directed only at you do get you thinking a little bit
You've never really watched the rehearsals properly
Probably not a good thing to be realising now, seeing as you have such important roles
Oh well, you haven't ruined the show yet
Everything will probably be just fine
Obviously you'd directed and checked for cues when leading everyone backstage but you'd never just watched it
So as the rehearsals left before opening night dwindle to only a few you decide you'll just watch for once
And somehow you've never noticed that Jesse's character has a love interest
Not a problem
You have zero problems
Next question
Okay shut up
It does slightly grind on your nerves watching their confession scene
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
It's fine.
No worries.
You can handle this.
But it certainly doesn't help that Jesse keeps making eye contact with you when saying his lines
Like,, bro
The director in you wants to scream
He's meant to be confessing to his love interest, not you !!
Make eye contact with the love interest !!
But the rest of you ??
Simply ascending every time Jesse confesses while gazing into your eyes
The dreamy asshole
Not so subtly glad he's looking at you and not at them
It's getting kinda hard to distinguish between reality and fiction
And the heat in your cheeks won't disappear regardless so that's great
Your only saving grace is that Jesse doesn't keep his eyes on you throughout the whole scene
But every time without fail, just before the scene ends, Jesse searches for your gaze and holds it, uttering his character's final line
"My love, for you I would do anything."
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Remember when I said I was taking a break? Me neither. I crave attention. Proofreading is so boring and makes me want to tear my hair out, but it proves to be worth it! I didn't like this too much at first but after checking it over and doing a bit of editing I think this turned out pretty okay! As an SBR simp I think it's customary to post some Diego monster porn. Enjoy ♡
Moonage Daydream
Notes: Fem!reader, nsfw, feral british bastard, monster fucking? breeding kink, overstimulation, teeth, voice kink ehe 🤭
It was pouring down rain outside of your small kitchen windows. Lightning struck across the dark sky, followed soon by thunder, each strike louder than the last, proving that this storm was here to stay all night. You worried for your boyfriend. That morning he was acting strange, you knew this storm would only dampen his mood worse now that he had to steer his steed through the nipping cold and mud.
Already the barn was set for his ride the best it could, you just had to prepare for Diego. To do that you warmed up some towels and blankets, with a heated batg waiting for him in the restroom, and you decided on his favorite for supper. You couldn't think of anything you could be forgetting, surely this would help him feel better!
The clock was near striking eight that night as you waited, towels in hand by the door. With only the rain sounding, the silence was deafening. Until you heard the barn doors being forced shut with an echo. That echoing set your heart ablaze as you waited on pins and needles for him to force his way inside the house. The door handle jiggled and squeaked under pressure and the door swung up on its old hinges to show your boyfriend, looking like a sopping wet bobcat.
You called his name softly, bringing him into your arms to wring out the water from his hair and clothes. He was strangely silent. He didn't speak after you asked him about his day, or after trying to rouse a conversation about dinner, or even after showing him into your shared room. Diego kept his head bowed, his bangs hiding his face well. You began to worry, but didn't ask even as you gently dried his hair. It must've been a pretty bad day if he wasn't saying anything. It wasn't rare for work to go sideways and upset him, you supposed. But this... this silence kept up for too long now, it wasn't like him to be like this at all
Finally you had to cave and spoke up again. Your hand cupped his face gently, pulling him up to look at you softly. His usually sharp, bright blue eyes were now dark and hazy. He didn't look right at you, he wasn't focusing on you at all. It was like it saw right past you.
"Diego?" You tried again, "Can you speak to me? Wait- there's bandage on your cheek, was there an accident at work?" But what could've possibly have happened at work? Was he working his horse too hard, and Silver Bullet bucked him off? How did you not see that before? It out like a sore thumb now, his hair must've been covering it perfectly.
"I'm fine." Diego finally spoke. It sounded automated, and it shocked you how deep his voice suddenly sounded.
Definitely. Something was definitely wrong. But what?
"...If you say so. Well, let's get you out of those clothes and into a hot bath, I don't want you getting any more sick." You give him a kiss on the cheek before sauntering over to his clothes dresser for his nighttime wear. You didn't see the way he picked up his head to sniff at the air. The room and all it contained was covered in the sickly sweet scent of yours. The pulse thrumming through your body echoed in the air, hammering into his ears like drum beats. Diego's senses were occupied with only you. With eyes like a predator he watched your hips sway and he breathed in your smell and memorized the melody of your heart. But he wanted more, so much more. He wanted to drown in you.
So occupied with finding clothes you didn't notice that that Diego left the bed until his arms wrapped around your waist. They pulled you into Diego's chest, where he hid his face in the crook of your shoulder, inhaling your scent deep while his hands massaged your covered curves.
"Diego?"
An inhuman sounding growl reverberated from his chest into yours, sending the hairs on the back of your neck to stand at attention. "Shh... Just let me..." He didn't make any move to finish his sentence... He only dug his nose deeper into your skin, to feel you and smell you, starting to impatiently rub his body against yours.
A whimper was startled from your lips once you felt his nails– no, they were more like claws as they dug into your layers of clothing. There were sharp, and one wrong move would tear open your skin. But Diego was slow and gentle as he tore off your clothes, layer by layer.
For every inch of skin that was now uncovered, Diego took his time to search your body and run his hands over your flesh, feeling up your softness, trilling in appreciation. You didn't think to stop him, you were still trapped between him and the dresser, and you'd rather die than admit it but the feeling of his tongue on your skin was pleasant.
When his hands reached your bra, he cared no more and tore it apart with his new claws. It was tedious, but Diego took his time in praising your soft mounds in his hands, occasionally licking off the sweat collecting on your body. It was a salty taste he loved.
He nibbled your thighs and covered you in bright red marks that would turn purple by tomorrow morning. He licked at every curve of your body, even kneeling to dip his tongue between the v of your thighs to taste your damp panties. You heard him moan at your taste.
"D-Diego! What has gotten into you?!" It was a simple feat to push him away from your shaking thighs. As he stumbled, he looked so dazed and drunken. But he still looked wrong. He was drooling everywhere and his pupils threatened to overtake his irises. And his teeth, they had suddenly grown sharp, like some kind of predator.
Those crystal blue eyes of his... they looked like they were glowing as he looked up at you. Diego stood back up only to cling on to you again, rubbing against you, conducting heat between your bodyss, acting like a horny animal. He mumbled your name into your shoulder, you could feel the hot huffs of air as he talked.
"Love, there's something terribly wrong with me. I think it's a side effect of my Scary Monsters... All day I've been thinking of filling you up with my cock."
Oh.
Oh.
It was a blunt confession. You wet your throat, thinking of how to deal with him like this. You had no idea what Scary Monster was, but if was causing him problems...
Your thoughts were cut off by a sharp whine. Diego was still rubbing his hard length into the back of your thigh, still neading at your belly with his claws. "Hurts... Really hurts. Need t'...empty."
You guessed there was only one way to help.
With a deep breath, you twisted to see him. Your hand was placed on his cheek. He was hot to the touch and sweaty. "Then please, use me as much as you'd like." They moved down trying to undo his belt and drop his pants. Diego got upset with your slow pace and ended up picking you up himself and throwing you on to the bed.
Before you could settle in to it on the final bounce of the mattress he was already on top of you. Somehow between throwing you on to the bed and now he had already shed himself of all his clothes. The cracks and breaking skin of his cheek had split and traveled down to his chest, his mouth was set in a toothy and wide sneer with spots of drool dropping onto you. It was unsettling to see your husband like this. But it was still Diego. You didn't need to worry right?
You settled on putting your worrying hands on his shoulders. His bare skin was slick, scalding even. While Diego left open mouthed kisses down your shoulder his tongue slid across your skin as he appreciated your taste more. He had you cuddled close underneath him. His whole body was circled around you like an unbearably hot cage, trying to feel all of your skin on his as he nuzzled and rubbed his face against your body. With every inhale of your delicious scent, he warbled more and thrusted his hard cock into your panties, which he sounded like he didn't enjoy it.
There was the sound of something tearing. To your horror he had ruined your undergarments farther. Then he quickly thrusted himself into your cunt. At this point you had become accustomed to his size and length, but without proper preparation, it still stung like a bastard. It wasn't passionate like any time before that night. Diego was a mess, he barely left you for a second. His thrusts were more of a humping motion than anything else as he couldn't bare to have his length leave for pulsating heat. He would force himself out of your hole and push back inside of you quickly, all while he spewed out manic moans. The noises Diego made sounded more animal than man at this point. His teeth grew jagged and threatened to pierce your skin with every deep breath into the junction of your shoulder. There was something swishing back and forth in your peripheral, you think it was a tail, it was scaly and seemed to try and curl around your thigh, but you didn't think much about it. Diego felt too good inside you. It felt better than ever before, despite how messy he was being, dare you say it... He was never this clingy. It was endearing in a way. And he was so much more vocal. It's embarrassing to admit that it was such a turn on. You could tell he was getting closer to his release, his thrusts were getting less coordinated, if they even were in the first place.
Your legs were suddenly grabbed in tight fists, he forced them up so your ass was lifted up from the bed. Diego brought himself out of you, and roughly pierced you on his length again so quick you couldn't help to scream. As his thrusts became inhuman, he towered over you snarling with drool spilling from his cracked lips. The old bed had started to creak, but you couldn't hear it over your own pleasured cries. You couldn't take it any more, he forced your mind into a well grounded mush. Your hands had started clawing into your pillows, you could feel it, you were so close, if he kept ramming into you like this you'd break.
The force of an orgasm rang screams from your raw throat. There was a raging whiteness that forced you blind. Only Diego was with you in that moment, but he continued to use you till his release. It began to hurt. His hips were bruising yours mercilessly, you cried and clawed into his back but he ignored your pleas.
"Diego please. It hurts! 's too much, god. Diego!"
He grabbed your scalp and forced you silent by biting into your throat. As the pain mixed in with the pleasure of your first orgasm, he never stopped moving inside of you. Diego anchored himself with his teeth digging into your meat. He was growling as your fluids mixed with his inside of you. With a final thrust he stayed sheathed in your core with his load of cum filling you up. He stayed in that position, keeping your hole plugged with his dick until he caught his breath. Just when you thought he was done, he started to thrust into you again. Your husband would use your body again, and again, until you lost count of how many times you both came and you were bloated sickly full.
Diego finally collapsed on top of you. Absentmindedly he would coo and gargle noises to you, softly licking at the blood seeping from your wound, and once his job was done he finally fell asleep between your breasts snoring away with his hard cock still keeping you full of his spend. Without any other thoughts you fell asleep with him. You were exhausted of course, but tomorrow morning you'd force him to clean and comfort you, monster or not.
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[ASMR script] [A4A] Whenever you're too scared to eat, we can eat together
Tags:
[TW: Eating disorder] [Emetophobia] [Partner Speaker] [Anxiety] [Skipping meals] [Comfort] [One bite at a time] [You will be okay!] [Loving relationship]
Author's note: Hi everyone!
First thing first: this script is written as A4A, but feel free to edit it to fit as M4F, F4M, F4F, M4M, etc. English is not my first language, you can also edit a few things here and there to make things sound less "weird" if there's the need. You are also free to edit/add/remove sfx of your choice!
You are allowed to monetize, just please credit me <3
More notes you can just skip: So, this script is very specific and kinda personal. The phobia of throwing up is a nasty fear to deal with, and sometimes it can lead to serious health issues because when you're too scared of the idea of feeling sick, you stop eating as a way of avoiding the (often very very vary small, close to impossible actually) chance of throwing up. I didn't know there were so many people with this phobia, and I haven't seen many scripts related to this topic, because often the not-eating problem is related other form of anxiety/issues. So, I decided to make one related to this phobia, and hopefully it will help those who could have struggled eating for this very reason! Remember you are not alone in this, and that if it feels too much to handle, you can seek help through therapy (and take it from me, it can be better. It will get better!)
Summary (for listener): Your loved one comes home after work and wants to take you out for dinner but you're not that hungry, plus you have some leftovers. The problem is: they saw you skipping breakfast and the same leftovers were supposed to be your lunch. They realize now you have been skipping meals, so you tell them about your phobia of throwing up and, as a consequence, your fear of eating.
[Action/things happening]
*Moods*
Emphasis on a specific word
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[Door opening and closing]
Honey, I'm home! What a day... Today it was much more chaotic than usual there.
[Removing coat]
Hi there sweetie, let me give you a hug [pause] ...and some kisses [Kisses here] What were you watching?
Just the boring news? Ooh, I see, you were waiting for a show to start. Mind if I sit next to you, so we can get bored at the news together, while we wait for it? [another Kiss]
[Sitting on the couch]
*Relaxed* Aaah, bless whoever invented the couch… [Kisses, caresses] ...It feels so weird coming home and finding you waiting for me, you know? In a good way, of course. Knowing you will be here when I return, it's fuel to get through the day. It's not even two weeks since we moved in together, but I feel like I already got addicted to this feeling [chuckle]. I can’t help but look forward to the moment we can just relax and cuddle.
[Chuckle] You too? ...Aww, yes, that's the smile that keeps me going. How was your day, sweetheart?
Tough day at work for you too huh?
*Excited* Oooh, but you have some gossip? I can't wait to hear all about it! You know I’m always in for the tea. Hey, you know what? Since we're both coming from a draining working day, why don't we just go somewhere nice for dinner? 'Cause... now that I think about it, we still didn't get the chance to go out for dinner since we moved in together. And even before, it feels like ages since last time! I can't even remember when it was. So… yeah, what do you think? Dinner's on me, of course!
*Slightly disappointed* Hm? Why not? I mean, it's not like we have to, but... not having to cook and clean afterwards sounds like a good deal to me when we're both tired, don’t you think?
*Gentle* You're too tired from work to go out? Well... I guess, we can stay at home for tonight, then. Hmm, what about just ordering delivery? I mean, same thing but we can chill here, watching something that’s, hopefully, not the news... cuddling a little bit, relax... how does it sound, honey?
*Confused*You're... not that hungry? Uhm, yes, I can order something for myself but... what if you get hungry later?
*Lighting up the mood* Hey, don't expect me to give you half of mine if you change your mind! You know that you are my favorite person and I love you more than anyone, but food is… well, food. [Laugh] I’m joking, I'm joking. Kind of. [Chuckle] In all honesty though, I wouldn't mind sharing, but... listen, why don't you just order something anyway? So that if you get hungry later you still have something to eat, and if you don't... you have something for tomorrow's lunch anyway.
*Confused* Huh? What do you mean there's no need?
The... leftovers? Wait a moment, we still have leftovers from yesterday’s dinner? I thought… I thought you had it for lunch?
You didn't? So... you ate something else at work?
*Mockingly* Oooh, wait, I know what happened. Let me guess: you forgot to bring them with you and you had to buy a crappy and expensive sandwich at your workplace, didn't you? [Chuckle] That would clearly explain everything.
*Confused again* No? What did you get then? I didn't know there were other options to sandwiches there...
Okay,"Something", but what exactly?
*Slightly concerned and confused* Hey, what's wrong? What's with that expression? Is there something botheri-
Huh? Water? You mean... you want to drink water now, or...
Oh, you had... water... at work? For lunch?! I mean... wait, wait a moment, let me get this straight:
Yesterday evening you weren't hungry because you told me you had "something" at work before coming home, and I assumed it was one of those crappy, sad, sandwiches, so you skipped dinner because of that. This morning you said you only wanted your herbal tea. At lunch you had "water" and now you want to skip dinner too?
*Worried* Just... just be honest with me. When exactly was the last time you actually ate something? Like, a meal?
*Assertive* No, no, look at me. And Water doesn't count. Tea doesn't either. When was it?
*More worried* What- what do you mean you don't remember?! Okay, okay, let's make it easier: when was the last time you ate anything? A cookie? Fruit? A… dunno, protein bar?
*Frustrated, but trying to be calm* No, I'm not- of course I'm not angry, I'm just worried! As far as I know, the last time I actually saw you eat something was three days ago when you had half of an apple for breakfast! I... I was sure you were eating at your workplace most of the time, so I didn't really think much about it, but... oh goodness, please, tell me you had something since then. Anything really. Tell me you're not starving right now.
*Concerned, but more calm* Okay, so... yesterday, at lunch time, you ate kinda two spoons of peanuts, more or less. And... is that it? Nothing else?
*More gentle* No, don't apologize! I'm... not angry, really. I just... don't understand. Are you feeling under the weather or something and I didn't realize it? Or, I don't know, there's something worrying you to the point you don't feel like eating?
Whatever the reason is, why didn't you tell me? You know I'm here for you, just like you have always been here for me when I needed it. *Sweet* You have always supported me whenever I felt sad, angry, worried... You know that we are a team, right? So, please honey, tell me what's wrong.
*Frustrated again, less gentle* No, it's not "fine"! Not eating anything aside from a few grams of peanuts one day, half of an apple another one, it's not "fine" at all! I... for goodness sake, I don't want to be inappropriate but... how much weight did you lose?
It's not like I didn’t notice you felt… thinner whenever I hugged you, but... I just didn't think it was that serious, and I didn’t want to be intrusive. I didn't think you were skipping meals and avoiding food almost every day, I... I just...
*Sad* Sigh, I swear I'm not angry honey, really, I'm only really worried. I… don’t want anything bad to happen to you, I care so much about you! Please, just… tell me why, let me understand.
You are... scared? Eating gives you anxiety? But... why? Is it for your body? *Still worried, but more gentle and reassuring* Because I assure you that there's nothing wrong with your body. You are the most wonderful and attractive person I know, and I love everything about you, really. Your mind, your soul, and your body too. And I don’t care how and if your body changes, I’ll still love you for who you are.
...Okay, so it's not for that. Then... what is it? Hey, look at me. You can talk to me about anything.
*Frustrated/concerned* No, it's not dumb! No reason is a dumb reason if it makes you starve sweetie. I'm not here to judge, I just want to understand better.
So...You are afraid to... throw up? Wait, but... why would you throw up? You are healthy, the food you eat is good too, there's no stomach bug around… I don’t understand, and--
Oh, I’m sorry, just… Hey, ssh, don't cry, it's okay... I didn't know you had this kind of fear... [kiss] and I didn't know it was tormenting you this much. I’m so sorry honey…
*Comforting* Yes, I bet it’s frustrating… you’re actually really hungry, huh? But you’re too scared to eat because of the idea that could get you sick.
It... does explain a few things though. Like the fact that you avoid alcohol, or you refuse to eat anything beyond their expiration date even though it still tastes good. Or also that time when you canceled a meeting with your friend after you discovered they had a stomach bug. Sigh, I'm really sorry for being so blind, I'm connecting the dots just now. I just... wish you had told me sooner. Come here, let me hug you. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I told you already: we are a team. If you struggle with something, I’ll struggle with you until we find a way to overcome it, together. All right?
Good, honey. [Kiss]
So... how do you usually deal with it?
Okay, so... you only eat as little as possible when you feel too hungry to resist? Well... yes, in some way, the fact that your stomach is empty could be some sort of reassurance for you when you are afraid of throwing up. But you do realize you can't go on like this, right? You're losing weight, and it's not going to stop if you keep eating like this. Or rather, “non-eating” like this.
*Relieved* Sigh, I’m glad it’s not always like this, and this is just the worse it can get. In fact, now that I think about it, when we started dating I don’t remember you avoiding eating this much. I mean, yes, we usually ate at home and when we ate outside you always got something light.
It was more problematic before meeting me? I’m happy to know that you were able to deal with it in the past, at least for a while. So… is it just a relapse? Or maybe what you tried before wasn’t enough?
I see… Okay, so, hear me out. You already did it once anyway, and... I’m sure it’s hard. Because, when you are scared of… I don’t know, a dog maybe? Or a spider? You can run away, and the problem ends there. But… [sad chuckle] you’re right, you can’t run away from you stomach. It’s always there and… you have to learn to live with it.
Oh, honey, I figured. I’m sure you love food, and it’s frustrating for you too having to give up what you love because of your phobia. I’m sure you’re telling the truth, because when we talk about your favorite food, I can see the light in your eyes, but it… vanishes after a few seconds, because you probably think something like “I won’t be able to eat it anyway”. It is difficult, but, the good news is… you can do this. You can eat, and 99,99% of the time you will be more than fine. Look at me: I don’t even remember the last time I felt sick. And what about you? You told me the last time you threw up was years ago. The chance of throwing up are close to zero when you don’t have any health issues and, trust me, if you had any serious health issues, you probably would have felt sick even without eating. So...
*Calm* Okay, First thing first, take a deep breath with me, so you can relax.
[Deep breath]
*Gentle* Good, now, let’s wipe those tears away… And… let’s do this: I’ll find a way to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch myself. I’m sure they’ll still be good. Tonight we’re getting a delivery of your favorite food instead, and...
Hey, honey, don’t say “no” right away. Try to change your thinking from “I can’t eat it” to “I am able to eat it. I can eat it. And I enjoy eating, because it’s my favorite food”. Remember that your body knows what it needs to be done, and when you give fuel to your body, there’s a very, very little chance that your body will send it back. Anxiety doesn’t help the hunger, I know, but trust me: you will be okay. Would I ever lie to you?
No, exactly. So: we’re getting a delivery of your favorite food...
Okay, you’re nodding now, good. Then, you just take one bite.
Yes, just one. And I’ll get just one bite too.
Then, we wait let’s say… 60 seconds. In the meantime you can take deep breaths, drink a sip of water, or just… watch tv with me. Then, we take another bite. Slowly, chewing as much as possible, and then another pause. You can also hold my hand during all of this whenever you feel the anxiety coming, ‘cause I’ll be with you for each bite.
We’ll keep eating just one bite at a time, until you feel relaxed enough to eat a little bit on your own, or until you feel satisfied.
And, when we’re done, we can drink something warm that will help your digestion. Not that it really needs any help, because your body can do anything on its own, but it will be helpful for your brain. Because knowing it will help your digestion, it will make you relax a little bit. And, if you relax too, that will truly help even more. Okay? Do you want to try this with me? I won’t force you eat anything you don’t want, and we’ll stop when you will say so. I’m sure you will do your best, because that’s one of the many reasons why I admire you.
*Relieved* Good. [Kiss]
Mh-mh, I’m glad you will talk to your doctor about it. Remember that you are not alone in this, and if you need help of any kind when you need to eat, I’ll be here for you. I’m… just glad you told me before it was too late. [Kiss] I just want you to feel calm and serene whenever and whatever you eat. If you already found a way to do it in the past, I’m sure you will do it again.
And when you least expect it, I’m sure you will find the joy in eating once again. Until then… I’ll be with you, for each step of the way.
You’re welcome, sweetheart… [Kiss] I love you too.
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"Are you seriously going to say bless you every single time sneeze?" And "bless you, are you sure your ok you never sneeze this much!" With
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〚 Pairing - Alex Danvers x Reader 〛
〚 Summary - When Alex comes home from work to find you sick in bed, she makes it her mission to take the best care of you.〛
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“Baby? I’m home.” Alex murmured quietly as she silently made her way into the bedroom, letting her bags fall onto the floor. Seeing you all cuddled up in bed, she smiled - ready to curl up right there with you - but her content expression changed when she saw you buried beneath the covers shivering and sniffling.
Hearing her voice, you looked up from bed to see Alex’s worried gaze casting over towards you as she tried to work out what was wrong. The sudden movement of you lifting your head out of the covers caused you to let out an involuntary sneeze into the blankets, causing your nose to run and whined quietly as you reached over to grab a tissue. Alex’s footsteps were quiet as she came closer and you felt the bed dip slightly as she sat down on the edge of it, “Oh love. You’ve caught it too?”
The follow wracking of chesty coughing was enough to confirm her suspicions, “What do you mean ‘too’?” Your unnaturally raspy voice croaked out as her words sank in.
Your girlfriend sighed as she brought her loving hand up to your cheek, holding the back of it against your pale sickly-warm flushed skin, “There’s a whole load of the team who are down with some sort of bug, even Kar’. Oh, did I mention Kara’s blown her powers, again? But considering that we were all together at the party last weekend I’m thinking you caught it there.”
You nodded weakly, unable to muster much of a response in your current state. The realisation that you had indeed caught the same bug as your friends made you feel even more miserable but the feeling of Alex's hand began to slowly run through your messy hair was enough to comfort you a little.
“You should’ve called me sweetheart, you’ve been sick all day I’m presuming,” She murmured softly, her tone smooth and hushed, “I could’ve come home and looked after you. At least it was your day off though, have you been taking care of yourself?” She asked this was a little more seriousness. If she wasn’t here to take care of you herself then she would’ve hoped to God, you had the sense to not neglect yourself either.
You sniffled again and nodded, appreciating Alex's concern. "I tried my best to take care of myself, but it's just been a rough day. I didn't want to bother you at work, and I thought I could manage on my own." Your voice was still raspy, and you reached for another tissue to blow your nose but it only really served to irritate the tickling appendage and your face shifted into the all too familiar expression.
“H..h’ktshoo!..hh’KSshhiew!.hHih'tchuu!”
Alex’s eyes widened a little at your outburst, “Bless you, bless you and bless you!” She exclaimed, trying to be mindful of her volume whilst still being shocked.
Alex leaned closer; concern etched on her face. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to take care of you earlier. Let me make it up to you now." She gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "You just rest, okay? I'll take care of everything, so let me help you breathe a bit better alright?”
You nodded, not really having the energy to do much else. Your girlfriend gave you another kiss before disappearing off into the bathroom, returning shortly after with another box of tissues and a small recognisable green vile.
She sat back down on the edge of your bed and pulled the covers surrounding you down a little, exposing your chest. “Can I?” She asked, her hand wavering over the buttons to your pyjama shirt, waiting for consent. You closed your eyes and nodded, letting your head fall back onto the pillow, too tired to hold it up any longer.
“Just stay awake a little longer for me baby, I’ll put this on and get you some medicine, okay pumpkin?” She whispered before opening the vile. The strong scent of vapour rub came from within and she gathered some of her fingers and slowly began massaging it onto your exposed chest. The effect was almost instant, the cooling gel relieved some of that heaviness from your chest and you felt the congestion in your sinuses shifting.
This seemed to be a welcome feeling at first but it made your sinuses itch desperately.
“hHEh-ehtshiew! H…h’itSHiEw!” Your loud sneezed reverberated through the room but your nose continued to itch and your breath hitched yet again as you fell into another fit of sneezes.
“I-I’m alright.” You sniffled wetly after managing to catch your breath, already answering Alex’s question and maybe you would’ve convinced her… if you hadn’t sneezed immediately afterwards.
“Goodness love, bless you! Are you sure you’re okay though? You never sneeze this much.” She sighed, handing you a fistful of tissues which you took gratefully.
“I can breathe.” You mumbled, to your credit, your barely audible voice did sound a little less congested now, “I’m okay but are you seriously going to say bless you every single I sneeze, that’s going to get old fast.”
Alex chuckled softly, her eyes filled with warmth and amusement as she watched you sneeze and blow your nose. She reached over to stroke your cheek gently.
"Well, I can't help but say 'bless you' when you're sneezing up a storm like this. It's just reflex at this point," she replied with a playful smile. "But don't worry, I won't say it every single time. I'll save it for the truly impressive sneezes." She winked teasingly.
You couldn't help but crack a small smile. Alex always had a way of lightening the mood, even when you were sick. You longed to stay awake, to keep listening to her voice but the alluring pull of sleep was beginning to slowly take hold.
She knew you wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer and decided it was better to let you rest and have you take the medicine in the morning so Alex quickly got changed into some of her own pyjamas and snuggled up beside you in the bed, letting you nestle into her side.
As you settled into her warm embrace, Alex wrapped her arms around you, providing a sense of comfort and security. She gently kissed the top of your head and whispered softly, "Sleep now, my love. I'll be right here with you."
You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion overwhelming you. The sound of her steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was gently lulling you into a soft and peaceful slumber and you felt nothing but love and care.
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Ensuring an Outlook
A/N: a story of how a person decided to camp out at a mall... for a specific purpose. for an opportunity to obtain something they've been anticipated about.
Word Count: 629
T.W/C.W: None-ish
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“Attention shoppers!" a voice screeched from speakers above the wall's corners. "All stores are about to be closed in ten minutes."
The sound of groans and huffs erupted from crowds from different shops. Lines of cart wheels rolled against the linoleum floor. Customers clamour or shuffle as they occupied queues towards the cashiers, who were scanning items' prices. Some other employees pack them up.
Outside each shops were tents and beds set up nearby areas already closed. The crescent moon hovered behind transparent windows going up to six floors.
Some people were camping out (or in, since they technically were indoors) mostly by a clothing shop. However, some other people also lounged outside book or tech stores.
Kerrie, a millennial with a 3k salary from a menial job, happened to be one of them. And they weren't in for a treat. Rather, they harumphed and rolled on their back. Staring at the high ceiling just as some lights shut off.
Gah! Ugh! If only the announcement was made prior to the launch, they wouldn’t be at the mall in haste. They’d have much more time to be prepared.
Kerrie frowned, sprawled across their make-shift sheet. They prop themself on their elbow while their eyes wander to a store, which they intend to go.
They would do what it takes to get what they wanted.
After they sat up, a riff of an electric guitar pealed from their phone's speaker. Without taking a look at the screen, they answered it.
"Yooo, dude, you went ahead with that scheme of yours?" a baritone asked with a tsk. "'Cause I don't see you in your place. And you left no food before you left? How cold of you."
They felt their face twisting. "C'mon, you crashed into my house?"
"To be fair, you gifted me the keys," Hudson replied, his voice slightly shrill. "So, I can do what I want with it. And crash in your house as I please."
“Why are you… whatever." Kerrie threw a palm against their face, shaking their head.
"You are seriously not reconsidering your scheme, aren't you?"
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this. This manga's limited edition and it's gonna be available in the store here. It's the latest edition with a sick artwork that I've obsessed for weeks."
"Whoa, okay, chill. I ain't dissin' your hobbies. Still… a bit much."
"Hey, you'd be doing the same if it was a deluxe album by some band you like."
"…nah, nah, I wouldn't be in the mall at night for that."
"Bullshit, you liar."
"Well, maybe… maybe I'd be after a Blackpink album…"
"So, now you see why I gotta do this?"
"Okay, a bit. Still, you coulda just slept and wait."
Before they could swear, darkness overtook their surroundings. They threw their head back and winced.
"Eh, I'm sure it'll work out in my favor," they said, glancing at the shelf of books behind a window.
"Sure, you gotta." Hudson cackled. "Alright, see ya when ya get back. And bring some snacks! Your food stash is just bleh."
"Fine, see ya later," they grumbled despite themself.
With a snort, they turned the call off. Slipping their phone back into their jacket pocket.
At some point, they could agree with their friend. They could be determined and inane even in the most ludicrous way. However, limited edition items didn't get released so often. And it got sold out fast.
So, yeah. . . they would do anything to buy it. Commit treason, perhaps. Besides, they refused to bail. Although, they should have showed up a bit earlier… for the food court. They would have bought something to munch on, at least.
Whatever. They could get it as a reward for their grand scheme.
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for the positive response to the prologue! Just a head's up: the updates may be a bit more spaced out as I've started school again and gotta juggle schoolwork with writing for pleasure. *le sigh* This one is very light on Elvis/Claire, so sorry about that! But it's establishing our young lovers and we have Jerry! I'm working on a pre-Vegastown ficlet to scratch that sweet time itch for Elvis/Claire so stay tuned. Hope you enjoy this one! Also I adjusted the timeline because of story reasons, so it’s 1972 now not 1970.
Trigger Warning: Drunk and drug-addled character, mentions of sexism (If I miss something, please let me know and I will add it!)
Taglist: @butler-trouble, @succsessions
Chapter One: “A song so beautiful, it brings the world back into tune…”
July 5, 1972 Los Angeles
Once upon a time, there was a plucky would-be journalist searching for a story. (She would be pissed if she heard me call her that.) She worked at Rolling Stone as a copy editor but wanted more. So she packed up her car and headed out into the unknown. Lucky for her, she would pick up a traveler who would help her in her ambitions and change both of their lives forever.
“Keep us updated, okay? Be sure to call when you arrive in Vegas. And call every day to let us know how it’s going.”
Shannon Kaplan smiled at the fretful requests from her petite roommate Clarke. They stood, along with Clarke’s girlfriend Rebekah, on the sidewalk outside the trio’s apartment building. Shannon’s blue Chevy Nova was packed with most of her belongings, save for some furniture. She was determined to find her story, so she was manifesting not having to return to LA for a while. As she shut the trunk of her car, Clarke asked for what felt like the millionth time, “Are you sure you’re sure about this? I know copy editing is tedious, but it’s-“
“Just a step on the ladder,” Shannon finished for her. Approaching her friends, she placed her hands on Clarke’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “I know all that. But I’ve been telling myself that for three years. I’m sick of waiting, Clarke. I’ve gotta get out there.”
Clarke smiled. “I know you do, I’m sorry. You know me. I’m just a worrier.”
“That’s why you’re such a good friend, C,” Shannon replied, pulling her friend in for one final hug. Clarke had been with Shannon since they were kids through thick and thin. “I promise to call at least every other day for proof of life.”
“I’ll console Mom here in the meantime,” Rebekah teased, wrapping her arms around Clarke’s shoulders and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Shannon smiled. She wanted so desperately to have what they had. But being a woman in a professional setting was hard enough without adding queerness to the mix. Her love life was sorely lacking as a result.
After a final round of hugs and well wishes, Shannon climbed into her car and headed out. She had two potential destinations in mind: Las Vegas and Memphis. The subject of her as-yet-unrealized article was the King of Rock and Roll himself, Elvis Presley. People at work thought she was crazy when they found out, that there wasn’t a story to be found. But Shannon, being a fan of Elvis since she was a child because of her mom, just knew in her gut they were wrong.
Driving down the freeway, she saw a figure in the distance. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a young woman walking on the shoulder. She wore a pair of cutoff shorts and a flowy white peasant blouse. Strapped to her back were a guitar case and a duffel bag. Between the Tate-LaBianca murders and the Manson Family trials, the city of Los Angeles had turned a decidedly cold shoulder on anyone baring a passing resemblance to the Family. Even so, the heat in LA was brutal. Shannon wasn’t without a heart. Whispering a silent apology to Clarke, she slowed down and pulled over on the shoulder. The hippie girl appeared weary as she approached. When she realized who Shannon was, she visibly relaxed and practically skipped to the driver's side window. As Shannon rolled it down, the hippie girl said, “I thought you were another creepy dude who sees a hippie on the road and thinks, ‘Awesome, free road head!’”
Shannon winced. “Men are so disgusting. So where you heading?”
The girl leaned against the car. “Short-term destination is the Greyhound bus station.”
“And long term?”
“Vegas,” the girl said with a grin. “I got an uncle that works out there.”
Shannon returned the girl’s grin. She was so pretty, with flushed chipmunk cheeks dusted with freckles. Licking her lips, Shannon said, “That is such a weird coincidence. I’m on my way to Las Vegas too.”
The girl’s face immediately brightened. “Oh my God! Could I possibly ride with you? I’ll help out with gas, I swear I got the cash. I could even get my uncle to hook you up with a room at the hotel where he works.”
Shannon nodded and leaned over to the passenger side, unlocking the door. The hippie girl scrambled around the car and opened the door. As she hefted her guitar and duffel bag into the back seat, she said, “I’m Lizzie, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Lizzie. I’m Shannon.”
The pair hit it off immediately. They shared a music appreciation and began discussing some of their favorite singers. Lizzie loved Bob Dylan and the Carpenters. She had ambitions of being a singer-songwriter like Dylan. Shannon told her once they got settled in Vegas, Lizzie would have to play something for her. Once they reached the outskirts of LA, Lizzie looked around the car and said, “Looks like you’ve got your whole life packed in this car.”
Shannon barked out a laugh. “I pretty much do. I’m traveling to Las Vegas in search of a story on someone.”
“Oh, intriguing,” Lizzie said, turning in her seat to face Shannon. “Who’s this certain someone?”
Shannon bit the inside of her cheek. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
Lizzie nodded, and Shannon continued. “Elvis Presley. I know he’s a little cheesy, but it was a shared love between my mom and me. I just find him to be endlessly fascinating in the pantheon of American music.”
“No, I get it,” Lizzie said quickly. Shannon felt relieved. She didn’t know why she wanted this girl to like her, but she very much did. She thought her heart stopped for a moment when Lizzie said casually, “My uncle actually knows Elvis.”
When my niece arrived at the International in the car of a journalist, I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse. I took them to a diner nearby because the last thing I needed Elvis or the Colonel to hear about was a journalist sniffing around. Usually, I would have thanked the young woman for her trouble, reimbursed her, and sent her ass packing. But the pair made some convincing arguments. Well…Shannon did. Lizzie pulled the same kicked-puppy routine she’d been pulling since she was about four or five. I was annoyed that, even at twenty-two, the routine still worked on me. Shannon seemed to have a steady head on her shoulders. “You don’t have any reasons to trust my intentions,” she said in a speech that sounded rehearsed. “I understand your niece will be doing some file work for you. I have excellent organizational skills and would be happy to help her. Off the record, of course, until I’ve gained your trust.”
Even at the best of times, EP was weary of journalists. But after missing Shiloh’s birthday, I noticed a marked change in my old friend. Instead of using that as a reason to pause his performing and reflect, he fell into a spiral of self-loathing and pity. It didn’t help that the Colonel kept booking more and more tour dates and shows at the International. I had long kept my suspicions about the Colonel between myself and Claire. After the clash of wills over the ’68 Special, we hoped EP would finally break away from the Colonel’s web of influence. But like a spider with a massive web, the Colonel regrouped and found another way to ensnare Elvis into staying with him.
Perhaps with these two, we could find something that would sever that carnie’s hold on Elvis once and for all.
Later that same day, Las Vegas
“So, what exactly would I be searching for, Mr. Schilling?”
Shannon could not believe her good fortune. Here she was, in a diner with Jerry Schilling, one of the critical members of Elvis Presley’s Memphis Mafia. And all from picking up a random pretty girl on the freeway. The man still had his sunglasses on inside the diner, so all she could see were her twin reflections. She was determined not to look intimidated.
He took a sip from his sweaty glass of Coke and said, “I’m not exactly sure. I know that the man has been leeching from EP for long enough. I just need something damning to rid Elvis of him for good.”
“And when I find something,” Shannon pressed, “I want exclusive rights to the story. Including access to pertinent materials and interviews with relevant parties. Full access.”
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you, kid?”
“Yes, I am,” Shannon replied, straightening up in the booth seat. “And it’s either Shannon or Miss Kaplan if you please, Mr. Schilling. I’ll even take Kaplan. If we’re going to be working together, I’d appreciate some professional courtesy.”
This prompted Schilling to push his sunglasses to the crown of his head. Shit. Working in a male-dominated environment for the past three years was a constant stream of sexual harassment and overly familiar pet names. It had become second nature to correct a man who dropped a “sweetheart” in place of her name. Not exactly a brilliant idea to do it with the man who held her professional future in his hands.
To her immense relief, he smiled and held his hand out. “My apologies, Miss Kaplan. Won’t happen again.”
Soon their food arrived, and Schilling began telling her all he knew. She pushed her meal aside and wrote everything down. She wasn’t kidding when she told Lizzie that her whole life was packed up in her car. Writing and music were her two twin passions. So, imagine her delight when she got an internship at Rolling Stone Magazine fresh out of college. An internship that morphed into a paid position as a copy editor. Just like Clarke said: she was working her way up the ladder. She just knew one day she would become the person writing the stories.
That was three years ago.
She knew in this industry, one had to work hard for everything they got. It just seemed that sometimes men with the same level of experience (or even less) were getting opportunities she could only dream of getting. One night after work, she went out for drinks with Vera Potts, one of the few female writers on staff and something of a mentor to her. Vera let her rant for twenty minutes, keeping her in a steady supply of vodka martinis and cigarettes. (Journalism had not encouraged the best of habits.) Then she hit Shannon with a hard truth.
“You’re absolutely right,” Vera explained. She took another drag from her cigarette. “But I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: it doesn’t fucking matter. Most places are going to be giant boys’ clubs. And it won’t matter where you went to school, your GPA, or how many fucking articles you wrote for the school paper. Some men are gonna look at your tits and lack of a penis and deem you lesser.”
Shannon had to fight the wave of despair that threatened to swallow her whole. She fiddled with her toothpick of olives and asked, “So it’s hopeless?”
“If you’re the type to give up,” Vera replied and stubbed out her cigarette. She pointed at Shannon and said, “But that ain’t you, Shanny. I’ve been watching you since you were a little pissant intern, eager to please but determined to be taken seriously. And I’ve read your work. You’ve got potential.”
“Then how do I get the boys’ club to notice?” Shannon asked. “How did you do it?”
Vera finished off her drink. “I made them notice me. I was hard-working, persistent, and a bit of a bitch. That story you’ve been spitballing about Elvis? I think it’s got legs. Go to your boss and see if you can take some time off. Go digging.”
Her boss Don was a harder sell. He was an unimaginative man with little patience for (what he considered) nonsense. He was baffled that, of all the singers she could want to write about, she chose a “washed-up warbler entertaining gangsters and gamblers in the desert.” Shannon then argued that his description was part of the mystery. How did this man go from someone poised to take on a world tour to being stuck in Vegas?
“The ’68 Special put Elvis back on the entertainment map, showed not just America but the world how much potential he still had,” Shannon argued. “So why didn’t he tour Europe and Japan? What caused this man ready to take on the next phase of his career to stagnate?”
She was standing by the end of her speech, gripping the back of her chair. It felt like she had just finished running a marathon. Don was silent for the longest time. She didn’t break eye contact, determined not to be the first one to blink. Suddenly he grinned and said, “Okay, I’ll admit. That does sound like a juicy story. All right, Kaplan, I’ll give you two weeks. I’ll get Accounting to cut you a check for travel expenses. Go to Vegas, Graceland, wherever, and see if there’s a story. If there is, call me and we’ll talk next steps. If there isn’t, it’s back to your desk.”
I offered to put Shannon up at the International (since Lizzie already made the offer first.) Call it intuition, but I knew the job before her wouldn’t be easy. Might as well give her somewhere nicer than a sleazy motel on the Strip to rest her head. We both agreed it would be in her best interest not to let Elvis or the Colonel in on who she really was or where she worked. For the foreseeable future, she would be just a friend Lizzie dragged along to help her update the Colonel’s filing system.
I was looking forward to spending some time with Lizzie. She dropped out of the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville after only a year. For the last few years, she had lived a nomadic existence like many kids her age. Her most recent “scene” had been in the Castro District in San Francisco. My sister called me and asked for my help. “I don’t know what’s going on with her anymore,” she fretted. “It’s like a wall has gone up between us. She’s always trusted you, Jerry. Can you see if you can get her to open up?” I could always tell when Lizzie was pulling an act just to get at her parents. Dropping out of UA was different. She had been genuinely excited when she got accepted. Called me screaming about it. I knew something had happened. The thing is, that wall her mother mentioned had gone up for me as well. Granted, she kept in touch, but it was sporadic and surface-level. She seemed lost. I wanted to use this time to get her to open up to me. I planned to broach the subject once we got back to the International. Unfortunately…EP had other plans for me.
As soon as the trio arrived at the International, a man was waiting for Mr. Schilling in the lobby. He looked young, sweaty, and nervous. Shannon gauged that he wasn’t waiting with good news. After exchanging a few words, the pair headed straight for the elevators. Shannon and Lizzie looked at each other before following. Everyone packed inside the first elevator to open. Once the door dinged closed, Jerry signed, “I swear to God, I can’t step out for five minutes without some crisis occurring. What’s he going on about?”
The lobby man gave the girls a nervous glance before replying, “He’s convinced his wife has taken the kids to New York. No one is picking up at Graceland or her parents’ place in Manhattan. He even tried his dad at his new wife’s place. Nothing.”
“Shit.”
The door dinged open to a lobby in chaos. The floor was littered with broken glass, flowers, and what appeared to be the remnants of an ornate telephone. The glass crunched beneath their feet as they exited the elevator. Lizzie, wearing just a thin pair of flip-flops, side-stepped what she could. Schilling crunched his way through the mess and called out, “EP! Where the hell are you?”
They followed the trail of chaos from the lobby down a hallway to another gallery area. The blare of multiple televisions echoed down the hall on the right. Schilling gestured to a door on the left and said, “That’s the guest wing. Feel free to get settled in while I deal with him.”
He left them without another word. Shannon looked at Lizzie. She was the picture of unease. Shannon, biting the inside of her cheek, said, “You can have first dibs on the rooms.”
Lizzie nodded and scurried off. The noise of the TVs lowered as Shannon crept down the hallway. She paused a fair distance away where she could still hear the men. The tone in Schilling was dripping with contempt. “Love what you’ve done with the place, EP. But I think you scarred the kid downstairs for life. Wanna let me in on what’s going on?”
“Need you to fly to Memphis for me,” was the slurred reply. Shannon recognized Elvis’s iconic drawl and wondered just what he was on to sound so out of it.
Schilling sighed. “And why would I do that, EP?”
“No one’s answering at the house,” Elvis replied. “That woman thinks she can just take off with my kids; she’s got another fucking thing coming.”
“That woman?” Schilling snapped, and Shannon licked her lips. Suddenly this felt like a conversation she should not be hearing. “You mean Claire, the mother of those kids? Let me clue you in on something, Mr. Rock-and-Roller: There isn’t a judge in this country that would award you custody of Shi and Shelby over their mother. Not a one. If she’s left you, then it’s your own damn fault.”
Shannon shuddered at the sound of a glass shattering. Schilling’s back appeared in the doorway of the living area, ducking out of the way of the projectile as Elvis shouted, “You can’t talk to me like that, you son of a bitch! You’re supposed to be my friend!”
“I am!” Schilling shouted, stepping out of Shannon’s line of sight again. “But I’m Claire’s friend too. She is the best thing that could have happened to you! And what’s more, you used to be the first person to say that. If you don’t straighten up and clean up your act, you’ll lose her!”
I shouldn’t be hearing this, Shannon thought suddenly. She backed down the hallway and headed to the guest wing. Her heart was racing, and her hands felt clammy. Guilt pooled in her stomach. She knew heading into this that she might learn unpleasant truths about her childhood idol. Just didn’t think it would happen quite so soon. Lizzie had settled into the second guest room. She was sitting cross-legged in the center of the massive bed, strumming her guitar. Shannon leaned against the door frame of her room and felt at peace again. The other girl looked at her and said, “I called downstairs and told them where we were. They’re sending some guys up here with your things.”
Shannon bit her bottom lip. “Thanks.”
I went to Graceland. Not because EP told me to, mind you. I don’t buckle that easy. But for Claire. I was worried about her. She and Elvis had had many a long-distance fight. It wasn’t like her to go radio silent for this long. I wasn’t lying when I said I was as much Claire’s friend as I was Elvis’s. Claire was so easy to like. Able to hang with the boys even when they were at their most rambunctious. Never forgot a birthday, anniversary, or an occasion that was special just to one person. Much like EP (at least how he used to be), she was thoughtful and caring. To know her was to be loved by her.
I flew to Graceland to make sure she and the kids were okay. Elvis told me about the conversation they had on Shiloh’s birthday. I knew about the drugs and the girls EP had on the road. And I saw the hurt in Claire’s eyes when Elvis lied and said she was still his bestest girl. If she was finally ready to leave him, I wasn’t sure if I had it in me to talk her out of it.
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