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[klaus-littlestwolf]

The Chase-Alpha!Aemond

(This is an Omegaverse fic. I was asked several times to write something with Aemond and chasing/predator-prey as well as something with Alpha!Aemond and this is what came of it. Honestly Alpha!Aemond is probably my favorite Alpha that I write for. I hope everyone that asked for this enjoys it and in the future I’m always happy to receive Alpha!Aemond requests.)

Warning: Primal Kink (predator/prey/chase), A/B/O Dynamics, Knotting, heavy smut, Alpha!Aemond threatening everyone

Viserys decided to make a big deal out of it. Rhaenyra’s only daughter was coming of age (all children presenting on their 18th name-day). He loved his granddaughter to death and wanted it to be special, even though she hated parties and crowds of people with a passion.

Most of the time you could tell what someone was going to present as just from their personalities, Alphas always being stronger personalities, usually cocky and tough. Both Daemon and Aemond were known to be Alphas before presenting. (The only Targaryen Alphas currently in the world). Omegas were sweet and kind, usually very soft, however there had never been a Targaryen Omega before, at least since the Doom.

Y/n didn’t present until the afternoon just before the celebration started, everyone shocked to find out that the Princess was the first Targaryen Omega in over 1000 years. It was that much more to celebrate in the sickly Kings eyes and the party went on, Daemon spending most of the evening with his daughter to ensure the room of Alphas keeps their hands to themselves.

Y/n was annoyed. She was hot, and tired, and finished putting up with all of these Alphas trying to speak to her, all of the noble houses ready to put forth their Alpha sons for an alliance with House Targaryen the first day she presents like no one cares to let her acclimate to her new existence at all. They had all been prepared to put forth their Beta sons at the assumption she would present as such, however since she didn’t she had no choice. An Omega can only be mated by their Alpha, a law made by the Targaryens long ago when Alphas in the realm were assaulting Omegas any time they pleased, leading to babies that were sick and deformed (the only reason Aegon the Conqueror ordered their protection supposedly though most people believe it was because it how much he loved his Omega sister wife). Now all of the noble houses will be praying that she will be the mate of a member of their house, she will end up spending an entire day smelling a line of Alphas and odds are never find hers…it will be torture.

By late that evening she had decided to be finished with the party and go to bed. She made her way out the servants entrance and down the halls of the Red Keep, making her way to the library to find a book for the night. She wasn’t in there searching for 5 minutes when she smelled it, the heavy, woodsy scent that filled her nose was amazing. She knew instantly what it was, even if it hadn’t been for the jarringly loud growl that came along with the Alphas scent. Never in a million years would she have expected her Alpha to just so happen to be here and yet here she is. She hadn’t been an Omega for more than a few hours, she had no idea what to do, she hadn’t even spoken to her mother about Omega mating as there was no chance it would be relevant in her life but now in this moment, the only thing she could think to do was turn towards the door and run.

It was only at that moment as she was sprinting down the corridors that she remembered the horror stories told to her by her brothers as a child. The ones of Alphas hunting down their Omegas. An Omega running from them triggered their hunting instincts and they would give chase until they caught their mate, the Alpha had no control over it. If only she had been an Omega for more than just a few hours, maybe she would have remembered that.

Y/n turned down a corridor where she knew a servants hallway to be, no one just visiting the Keep would know anything about it and she quickly moved the tapestry that it resides behind, sprinting down the hallway and towards the exit. She stumbled, nearly falling off of her heels which she quickly kicked off as she ran, not willing to break an ankle, pausing as she came to the door to the gardens the servants used to serve lunches out there discreetly. She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath when she heard shoes hitting the stone floor behind her and yanked open the door, continuing her run. All she had to do was get to her Dragon that slept on the beach, her ghostly mount not willing to reside in the pits or be around any other humans but his rider. If she could get to Ghost she would be safe in the sky, at least until she had to come back down but it would give her time to gather her thoughts…or flee to Dragonstone and never return…yes. She liked that option.

That is exactly what she did as she stumbled onto the beach and saw her Dragons head pop up. He bared his teeth, clearly realizing that his rider was in distress and he stretched, spreading his wings. He lowered his head and she hopped onto him as quickly as she could, never happier for his smaller stature than in that moment, standing about three quarters the size of Caraxes and very slender.

Her father had loved that his daughter had mounted the Grey Ghost, enjoying the idea that she could easily protect herself from other dragons (such as Vhagar) by going unseen in a cloud bank for as long as it took for others to leave. He also suggested that if it were ever necessary that she would be a good spy in the same way, able to see what others were doing and still hide so as not to be spotted. Rhaenyra was insistent that it would never be needed but Daemon trained her for it regardless.

‘Aderī Ghost! Sōves!’ She shouted, the dragon already prepared to take off and leaping into the air quickly, roaring out a loud warning to whatever his human had been running from as he flew away. Once over the water Y/n looked back, expecting to see an angry Alpha on the beach watching her fly away but there was no one. (Quickly Ghost! Fly!)

She did not slow Ghost all the way back to Dragonstone, happy to be home as soon as they landed in the courtyard. The staff was very small as no one was currently home and so she ordered Ghost to be fed before making her way into the castle and finding her bedroom where she requested a bath.

Y/n felt much better after a long soak in the scalding hot water to ease her sore muscles, running was something she already hated and her calves would hate her in the morning. The maid had been given the night off and so she dried off and dressed herself in her small clothes for bed, prepared to send a raven to her mother in Kings Landing to tell her what happened when she heard the loud roar of a dragon that definitely wasn’t hers. She considered it for a moment and came to the realization that only Daemon could have gotten here so fast, it would have taken time to realize Ghost was gone and then Caraxes is the only one who could fly almost as fast as her small lithe dragon could. The roar didn’t sound like Caraxes usually did though, it was much deeper.

As she made her way out of her chamber and through the halls to greet her father she stopped as she turned, seeing a much different person at the end of the hallway. ‘Aemond? W-What are you doing here, Uncle?’ She had been close with her Uncle in their childhood but the night that Luke maimed him had ended that sadly, whether either of them wanted it to or not, their mothers were adamant that they no longer speak.

It was at that moment that she was overcome by the smell again and her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. She hadn’t gotten away at all, just fled somewhere that no one would find them. ‘Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to run from your Alpha, Byka Zaldrīzes?’ He questioned, her old nickname sending a chill down her spine as his scent set her body on edge. (Little Dragon)

‘I’ve been an Omega for half a day…no one has said much of anything…please don’t do this, Aemond? Kostilus Kepus?’ She knew it would make no difference, he couldn’t stop now and she knew that as he had been stepping closer since the moment she opened her mouth. (Please Uncle?)

‘I will take care of you Omega…no need to worry.’ His voice was deeper than normal, almost distorted as he spoke, moving forward a bit faster now. He moved to run just as she turned around and sprinted back down the halls. She got into her chambers just as he caught up to her, catching the door before she could shut it and shoving it open, landing her sprawled out on the floor. Moving to crawl under the bed, he slammed the door and caught her ankle, sliding her back out and lifting her abruptly, dropping her back onto the nicely made bed. She whimpered, trying to push his hands away but he shushed her and now this close she could see that his pupils were dilated, nearly taking up his entire eye like that of a dragon. ‘Omega, sweet Omega, My Omega!’ He growled, nuzzling his face into her neck as he yanked his trousers off, shoving her shift up her body and ripping it off in pieces.

‘Aemond! Please, I’m scared, please just wait-‘

‘No! No fear, Alphas right here. Nothing will ever hurt my Omega.’ It was as if he really couldn’t rationalize that it was him she was afraid of as he lined his cock up with her dripping hole and shoved himself into her roughly. The pleasure that rushed through her body as he nuzzled against her scent gland at her neck, his scent fully encompassing her now, dulled the pain of his intrusion. ‘Wanted you so long Byka Zaldrīzes, so long…pretty little Omega.’ He rumbled deep in his chest, enjoying the feeling of being inside of his Omega before he moved.

‘I’ve only been an Omega for a day…’ she muttered as she tried to relax her body that was now desperate for him as well as his scent that was torturing her.

‘I’ve always loved you, Y/n…pretty Omega…’ he growled, thrusting up into her and licking his tongue up the side of her neck. She clutched the soft fabric of his shirt and pulled at it as he moved. ‘I love you so much Mandianna. All mine now, Alpha will protect you…’ (Niece)

‘Kepus! Oh Gods! D-Don’t stop!’ The tingly feeling that was now rushing through her was euphoric, knowing that it’s her Alpha that is rutting into her was more pleasurable than she ever could have imagined.

‘Never! Never going to stop Omega! Alpha will fuck you every day, knock you up so good! Be so pretty all full of my pups! Imagine these full for me, such a good Omega, so fucking perfect!’ He moaned, leaning down to bite along her breasts and leave marks before wrapping his lips around her nipple and suck which gave her more pleasure than she ever expected.

‘Fuck Aemond! Alpha! Want my Alpha in me forever!’

‘Yes Omega! Yours, Your Alpha! Gonna fill you up so good! Made me wait for you so long, almost killed me-‘

‘I’m sorry! So sorry Alpha, I was so-scared-‘

‘No! No more. My Omega will never be scared again, Alphas here. Alpha will protect you! My Omega! Mine-Mine-Fucking Mine!’ He roared, thrusting as deep into her cunt as he could and feeling his knot expand to lock him into her as he came, feeling his Omega cum around him, crying out and clinging to him like the needy Omega she is. ‘Good girl, my good girl.’ He mumbled before burying his fangs into her throat over her scent gland and tasting her sweet blood as he marked her as his mate, feeling her little fangs in his flesh as well.

Aemond held her close as they both fell asleep almost as soon as Aemond pulled the blanket over them, sleeping for the Gods only know how long before awakening to see it was clearly night time. They were both finally fully aware again and thinking clearly, Y/n blushing as she looked up at her Uncle to see him looking at her already.

‘I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to run, I just-‘

‘Shh…it’s alright Byka Zaldrīzes, I know. That party never should have happened, someone should have helped you. It’s not your fault my love.’ He brushed his fingers down her face and along her shoulder, enjoying touching her skin every chance he got seemingly. ‘I apologize for behaving like a brute, it will not happen again, I assure you. I will be gentle with my Omega.’

‘Oh…well I liked it…maybe you don’t always have to be gentle?’ Aemond smirked, leaning close to nuzzle his nose against hers.

‘I will make my mate happy, however you need to be fucked.’ He teased and she glared playfully. ‘You running wasn’t such a bad thing. If you hadn’t we would have been interrupted already.’

‘We’ll still be interrupted-‘

‘Yes but not until they notice in the morning that we’re both gone. Everyone will have assumed you would be exhausted and gone to bed, everyone else will be too drunk to check. When they realize that you’re missing and that both of our dragons are gone as well they will figure it out I’m sure…at least Otto and Daemon will, I’m not sure about anyone else. However by then you will most definitely be carrying my pups and we will be dragged back to Kings Landing.’ He joked but she knew he was right. ‘I love you Y/n…I’ve always loved you…Marry me.’ He said suddenly and she looked up at where he now was leaning over her and smiled.

‘I don’t think I have a choice.’ She laughed but he didn’t seem to like that.

‘I want you to be my wife because you love me as I love you. I loved you before I was ever an Alpha and-‘

‘Yes. I love you too Kepus. I always have…’ Y/n reached up to his face and took hold of the eye patch that he had slept in before removing it and tracing her thumb along his scarred cheek. ‘I never stopped loving you Aemond.’

‘My sweet Omega.’ He pulled her closer and nuzzled into her throat as he heard the soft purr that escaped her chest at just about the same time that his knot finally went down and he could move again.

Aemond fucked his Omega twice more before allowing her to rest, sleeping on his chest for the rest of the night.

He had been correct of course, not only Daemon but Rhaenyra and surprisingly Aegon arrived on Dragonstone early that morning just after the sun came up, barging into Y/n’s chambers and startling the newly mated couple awake.

‘Y/n! Are you alright, my Darling?!’ Her mother demanded, rushing to the side of the bed and taking her face into her hands as they both sat up.

‘I am fine mother. I promise, my Alpha has taken wonderful care of me.’ Rhaenyra eyed Aemond but Aemond was focused now on Daemon and Aegon, the ladder of which was staring straight at his Omegas exposed chest prompting him to growl loudly.

‘If you do not avert your eyes brother, you will cease to have use of them ever again.’ And for once, Aegon listened, knowing that in this case his brother was not exaggerating in any way. He would carve his eyes out of his skull if he continued to ogle his Omega, prompting Aegon to turn around quickly. ‘You as well, Uncle. Turn.’ He warned, Daemon glaring back at him.

‘I’m her father.’ He snarled.

‘Yes, you are. And an Alpha all the same, Turn!’ Daemon looked ready to reach for his sword just as Aemond stiffened, prepared to jump onto him when Rhaenyra spoke up.

‘You wanted a protective mate for her, now she has one. Give our daughter her privacy and turn Husband!’ She snapped and finally Daemon did as he was told. ‘What happened my Darling, why are you here instead of in your chambers or even Aemond’s. You had us so worried!’

‘I am sorry mother. I…I didn’t mean to but when I walked into the library and smelled Aemond I didn’t know who it was and…I ran…’ Rhaenyra’s eyes went wide and she looked at Aemond, instantly concerned. ‘He didn’t hurt me mother. He was a bit frantic at first but it was my fault-‘

‘That is not your fault Byka Zaldrīzes, no one told you anything and you were scared. That is never your fault, you are perfect.’ Aemond assured her, taking her hand into his and kissing it sweetly.

‘My brother is correct my Darling, I should have prepared you for the possibility. I just never considered that it could even be a possibility. I am sorry…so you ran from your Alpha and came here with Ghost?’ Y/n nodded her head.

‘When I realized what she was doing I stopped running after her, I knew I wouldn’t catch her and that her dragon may just set me ablaze if he felt how scared she was-‘

‘That was a good idea. Ghost was pretty angry the moment he awoke. He always knows how I feel and he has killed 6 separate guards for coming too close to us when we’re together…and one other one for being in my room and startling me.’ His Omega explained, pointing to the wall on the opposite side of the doors to her balcony. ‘He was very quick I admit, he landed on the railing and burned him. By the time my parents arrived he had shoved himself through the doors and was taking up most of the room with his head on my bed here. My dragon is extremely protective of me…though I doubt he could fit through the doors any longer, he barely could before. Squeezing him back out was a nightmare.’ She giggled, Aemond looking shocked but Y/n could also feel that he was happy as well.

‘Good. Dragons have always been more protective when they’re bonded to Omegas, rare as it is. They’re also more protective of their riders Omegas, which means you will have nothing to fear from Vhagar as well…anyway, instead of chasing her to the beach I grabbed a horse and went to Vhagar. She is large but she could never keep up with how fast Ghost is, I arrived an hour after her-‘

‘Hour and a half I would say. I had a bath before he arrived. I’m honestly thankful for it, I felt disgusting covered in all those Alphas scents from the party.’ All at once Y/n realized all of those Alphas that she hadn’t met yet were still waiting for exactly that. ‘Mother! Please tell me I don’t have to meet anymore of them, please? They smell horrendous and I-‘ Rhaenyra shushed her immediately while Aemond rumbled out a soft growl, pulling his Omega closer.

‘No my Darling, your father will make the announcement that you have found your Alpha and none of them will be willing to come near you. We do need to get back though, the party is still in effect and the King demands both of your presence. Get dressed, I will go and have the staff move your things to a larger room for the both of you here.’ Her mother kissed her head before leaving the room with Daemon, Aegon who had yet to move spoke up before closing the door.

‘I didn’t know you had it in you brother. I’m so proud.’ Aemond grumbled but Y/n held onto his arm to stop him from going after his retreating brother. ‘You’re welcome by the way, lovely Niece, without me your “Alpha” wouldn’t even have known where to put it. I’m so happy that I could be of service-‘ just as Aemond was about to lunge at his brother who was ready to close the door behind him he was struck in the face by a large book making the Prince yelp, slamming the door behind him.

‘Are you alright?’ Y/n asked and her Alpha nodded, pulling her close and roughly kissing her, loving her assault on his brother and her clear defense of him.

‘That was wonderful, nice shot.’ He grinned, kissing her again only to have his hands grabbed before he could take her hips.

‘We will have all the time in the world later but we have to get back, I promise you I am all yours all night.’

‘Good.’ Aemond growled. ‘Because you are not getting away like this from now on, your mornings are all mine.’ He teased, nipping her scent gland before allowing her to move and get dressed.

He didn’t allow her to “clean up”, insisting she smell like him for the rest of the party, God forbid one of those young, stupid Alphas decides to try his luck.

Aemond had tried to get his Omega to fly with him and while he was determined to make it happen, Ghost was not up for it today as he started screaming when his rider walked passed him with only a nose pet. In the end she kissed her Alpha and met Vhagar (who seemed to like her considering she’s the only one the 180 year old dragon hasn’t tried to burn for touching her) before climbing onto her own dragon who tolerated Aemond.

Viserys was thrilled to find that his son and granddaughter were mated, almost every single one of the Alphas would not even meet her gaze once Daemon announced the news, though a few of them still stared. One Alpha boy actually attempted asking her for a dance while her Alpha spoke to his mother, forcefully kissing her hand before having his face slammed into the table and allowing her to hear his bones crack. No male of any designation approached her after that. Apart from Peter of course, who was an Omega as well, Aemond having no problem with his presence at all. They became fast friends and Peter actually became her hand maid, since an Omega needs an Omega for such a task and most are already mated, Y/n was happy for him to have the job.

Everything considered, Y/n figured it could have been much worse had her Alpha been anyone else. She was happy with Aemond as her Alpha knowing that she was safe and though she would have to spend her days keeping her brothers out of trouble with her Alpha, it was worth it.

Aemond eventually dragged her from the party (though he didn’t have to try very hard), carrying her back to their shared chambers and spending the rest of the day and night locked inside-Peter being the only one allowed in to bring their meals.

No one was surprised when 2 months later they discovered that she was pregnant, Aemond determined to keep her that way for the rest of their lives on Dragonstone. He adapted to life there fairly quickly and became his Omegas “official” personal guard and that was where they remained until Viserys passed-Otto and Alicent not even daring to attempt to steal Rhaenyra’s throne without Aemond and Vhagar under their thumb. He took orders from a different Queen now, and it definitely wasn’t his sister.

Mandianna-I believe translates to (from what I can tell after way too much research trying to get it right) “Older Sisters son/daughter” (no gender)

Aemond T. Masterlist

[holylulusworld]

Second Hand (2)

Summary: He only wants you.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader

Warnings: mentions of rejection/former abusive relationship, scenting, a/b/o, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, fluff

Catch up here: Second-Hand

Steve never left you out of sight since that fateful day.

He cradled you in his arms for a few more hours, letting his alpha calm down. He scented you and nuzzled your neck. His teeth nipped at your marred mating gland.

The alpha wanted to mark your neck and call you his omega. But Steve is a gentleman, and old-fashioned alpha wanting to court for you instead of claiming you in a hurry.

Unlike everyone expected, you walked out of the room, unharmed. Steve held your hand and growled at Tony and Bruce. He guided you out of the room, and toward his apartment, where you would spend the rest of the night, cuddling and scenting each other.

Steve made you feel safe and warm. Even more important, you felt content for the first time since your mate broke your bond.

While you slowly got used to having an alpha watching your every move, Steve tried to find a way to show you that there are alphas who treat their omegas with respect.

One night he sneaked into your home to surprise you with flowers and take-out, only to find you curled up in your wardrobe. You were close to your heat and tried to not nest on your bed.

Steve asked you about it, and you broke down in his arms, crying. You told him everything that your mate did to you, from the abandonment for weeks to partying with his friends to leave you alone during your heat for a business trip.

You even admitted that your former mate didn’t like it when you nested on your bed and that he yelled and screamed when you did it either way.

Steve growled low in his throat hearing that your mate hit the wall next to your head when you nested on the bed. You broke down, whimpering and crying.

Since that day, you nested in your wardrobe, or the corner of your small office at your apartment. You didn’t want to anger him even further. It didn’t stop him from breaking the bond. He blamed you for not being the submissive and sweet omega he always wanted.

“You stared at the wall again,” Steve softly said. He stroked your cheek, making you feel warm. “What is on your mind, Y/N?” He sat next to you in silence. Steve knew that his presence always calms you. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”

Taking a deep breath, you looked at Steve. You grabbed his hand and held it tenderly.

“Today I was at the grocery store. I wanted to make dinner for us,” you sniffed and dropped your gaze. “He was there. Out of the blue my former—” You bit your tongue and shook your head. “That man stood in front of my shopping cart.”

Steve swallowed thickly. He didn’t say a thing but moved a little closer to offer his warmth.

“He wasn’t alone,” you wiped your eyes before leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. “All those years he told me that he doesn’t want a baby. Every time I was in heat, he refused to breed me.”

A snarl escaped his lips. Steve doesn’t want to hear that you wanted someone else than him to breed you. “It’s okay, you can tell me everything. I’m here, as always. You’ve been there for me too.”

“His new mate, the woman he left me for, she’s pregnant,” you huffed. “Can you believe that he led me on only to give that woman what I always wanted? A loving mate, and a baby.”

“Hey, come here,” Steve murmured your name. He carefully helped you sit in his lap and wrapped his arms around you. You immediately buried your face in his neck to scent him. “Fate has a funny way to bring people together. You believed he was the one, and I believed Peggy was the one for me. Now we both know better.”

You nodded against him and sniffled.

“You’re my mate now, and you will never be alone again. I want you to nest on our bed, and to feel safe to do whatever you want at our home.”

He held you tightly and whispered your name in your ear. “I was frozen to the spot. All these times I imagined seeing him again, and the speech I held in my mind was just gone. My mind was blank.”

“It’s okay. Sometimes we can’t bring the words we want to say out.”

“I wanted to scream at him, and kick his balls,” you muttered under your breath. “His new mate grinned at me and rubbed her belly. She wanted to say something, and that was when Thor walked in. They blanched when he happily added things to my shopping cart.”

“You went shopping with Thor again?” Steve chuckled. He wasn’t jealous of Thor, knowing you helped Thor adapt to his new life on Earth.

“He was in his armor because he saved a cat from getting run over. They just stared at him, asking if he’s my mate,” you laughed against Steve. “Thor said no, and that he wouldn’t dare touch Captain America’s mate.”

Steve’s chest swelled with pride hearing your former mate got jealous. “I wouldn’t let him touch my mate,” Steve purred against you. “I’m already planning on giving her all the babies she wants.”

He pressed his lips against the mark he left while thinking about visiting your former mate. Steve decided against it, but he later asked Tony to keep tabs on your former mate. Just to be sure he stays away from you…

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[zipora666]

deepest apologies if this was already answered cuz i kinda just got here but is there a Barnaby in your AU?

OF course! After all everyone is welcomed to the carnival!

Barnaby and the bird he have is a plate billed mountain kind of toucan bird! The name of the bird is pineapple lol (Bc he always try to sneak into howdy store to get those 😂) and yea

a new outfit try I did for @cutepotatook with their WH o’’c ...sunny! Yup! (Sorry I rarely give ya fanarts Bc I do remember I did once and thought it was a bit sucks lol so I got a bit shy to show ya my art but I OVERCOME MY FEARS HAHAHA *cough*) anyway here ya go!

enjoy the caique bird! Such silly birds matching for sunny personality (i still can’t get over that one old drawing you did of her killing poor watermelons in magma- 😂

Yup I did try to do an fire feathers outfit- not the best but enjoy!

And some ask (I lost it) want me to answer if I do doodles of the birds in carnival au on school in my sketchbook and show the others au’s of welcome home so-...here ya go..

I did it today it was fun to do but hard Bc I needed to do by memory (I wish my memory was like that on exams-)

And poor @cloudy-dreams I’m drawing to much for you lately I get u suffering with me lol-

Silly bird-

Yup I love tone new pens I use! So good so many sizes!

[frickingnerd]

A2 & 2B in a poly relationship with a human

pairing: 2B x gn!reader x A2

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, physical affection (cuddling), human!reader, spoilerfree

A2 and 2B both are happy to date a human, yet their opinions on humans and androids do differ

A2 views you as more pure, as you aren't an android created to kill and destroy, nor as a machine that fulfills the same functions

meanwhile, 2B sees you as weak and fragile due to being a human, as you only have one life, which needs to be protected!

both women are reserved and rarely show their feelings, yet 2B has an easier time showing a softer side to you

A2's walls are much higher and take a lot longer to slowly tear down, until she'll show her soft side to you

despite how distant A2 and 2B can be, the two of them do long for a meaningful connection and to be near you and able to touch and hold you as often as they can

A2 is like a cat when it comes to physical affection: if she wants it, she'll come to you, but forcing it won't work on her!

she'll quietly come over and not say a single word, as she wraps her arms around you and enjoys your warmth for a few minutes, before disappearing as quickly as she showed up

2B on the other hand will always ask to be held and can cuddle with you for hours, often even falling asleep while doing so (which she believes to be a missfunction of her android body)

neither A2 nor 2B are jealous of each other, as neither of them needs your attention at all times and both do appreciate their alone time as well, while you're with the other one

A2 isn't always around you, as she tends to wander off and do her own thing. yet she always returns to you, no matter where she's at

2B is a bit more clingy, wanting to be near you at all times to protect you and she enjoys being around you more than she does enjoy being alone

[atinycafe]

MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons

pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist

　　○˳　　　🎭　　　idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)

you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.

this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.

excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.

gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.

the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.

you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.

you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.

recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.

you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.

quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.

resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.

having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your

face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.

the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.

both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.

"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.

"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.

you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.

"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.

did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.

"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.

"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.

"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.

he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"

he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"

"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.

you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.

"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.

your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come

out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.

"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.

"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."

○˳　　　🏍️　　　gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)

you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.

you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.

you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?

your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.

you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.

you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.

the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.

"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.

the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.

"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"

before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.

"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.

he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.

"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.

now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.

"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.

"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.

"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.

"such a smart girl."

　　○˳　　　🚟　　　student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)

you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.

clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.

your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.

suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.

he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.

he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.

you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.

you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.

"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.

"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.

he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.

"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.

silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.

"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."

he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.

he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.

once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.

walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.

　　○˳　　　💉　　　doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)

"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.

you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.

raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.

"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"

he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.

you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.

he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.

yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.

"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"

you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.

"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?

"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"

the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.

with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.

he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.

"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.

"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.

he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.

you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.

"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.

you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.

"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.

"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.

"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.

"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."

[drunkbeefstudio]

What's up my handsome British boy😌🫶🏻 I have another idea >:] male y/n or trans masc y/n on the couch and any slasher you'd like 😘🫶🏻

I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT MY IMBOX BUT AAAA HERE YA GO

[eisbee]

This picture is a collection of all birthday gifts I created for every main Agent of our Krewe improvetimized strategy.

It came all well together for a group picture that I planned back in January ✨

Showcasing in the backrow (from left to right)

Agent A, L, X, Z

Frontrow

Agent Y, J, H, B and Q

(And on the table Agent N)

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[f1nalboys]

Hiiiiiii I love ur Randy stuff so like…. What if Randy and reader were trying out role playing their fav horror characters (reader as final girl, Randy as the slasher) but he keeps calling out reader for being ooc, so reader gets annoyed and makes them switch roles. And Randy is like,,,, INTO it 🫣

anon. anon..... u r the love of my life i fear we are to be married in three days time bc omggggggg THIS REQUEST DID SOMETHING TO ME...... thank you. anyways i rlly hope you like this!!!!! i had sm fun writing it hehe >:) and maybe perhaps ill do a part two for this later on but for now hehe

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1482

WARNINGS: nsfw, roleplay (killer/victim,) predator/prey dynamics, knife play, degradation, dom!reader, sub!randy, dry humping, premature ejaculation, implication of oral (reader recieving), lot's of 'victim's and 'slut's are said, mention of having a safeword but it's not used, sorta kinda proofread yall know me at this point

“They wouldn’t do that!” Randy’s voice calls out again, back to his usual tone with a hint of annoyance. You pause, grinding your teeth as you turn around. You had just reached the front door of the cabin you and Randy had rented for the weekend for your little roleplay and he had dropped the act in an instant, huffing from behind you. His mask is off and held in his hand at his waist, his eyes narrowed. “You should’ve run up the stairs.”

“Randy, c’mon-”

“I’m serious! Why would you run outside?”

“Because that’s what I’d do if a masked killer was chasing me!” You huff, tugging at the pajamas you were wearing. “Are you sure you even want to do this? You say you want the whole ‘thrill of the chase’ and then keep stopping to tell me I’m fucking it up.” Randy sighs, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to him. 

He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m being a dick, I know.” You hum, agreeing, and he snorts. Taking a deep breath, he pulls back from you and shrugs. “Maybe I’m just not gonna be able to get the vision out of my head… I don’t know, let’s just… stop for the night, okay?”

“No, no, I want to do this with you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stare at him for a moment, your mind searching for a solution, when an idea hits you. Your soft smile turns slightly sinister as you reach down, taking the mask from him and running your finger along the white ghostly face. “I have an idea… if you’re up for it.” You say quietly, looking up at Randy.

He cocks an eyebrow at you, noting your change in demeanor. “Alright… I’m intrigued. Can’t tell if I’m more scared or turned on by your smile… I think it’s sexy how scary and cryptic you’re being.” You snort at his words, rolling your eyes. “So… what’s your idea, baby?”

“Let’s swap places. You’ll be the sexy guy home alone…and I’ll be the killer.” You palm him, the fabric of both his jeans and his costume impeding most of your touch, but you get the desired result; Randy groans under his breath, eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments. “That way you can be the perfect victim for me, won’t you baby? Get your adrenaline running… get the chase you’ve always wanted… but you’ll just be the one getting chased.”

You can see the gears turning in his head as he considers it, his eyes flicking upwards towards the ceiling before he shrugs. “Fuck it, why not.” Randy takes a slight step away from you and pulls the costume off of him, bundling it up and passing it off to you. He watches with an eager smile as you pull the robe over your clothes. “Might need this,” he hums, passing you the large hunting knife and the sheath from his belt, and you grin, holding it tightly before you pull the mask onto your face. “You look sexy.”

Grinning, you tilt your head to the side in silence. Randy’s eyes have a flicker of recognition of you taking your role seriously. He gives you a wink. “Right, right. Silent killer, only taunting when they’re ready…” He looks around the dim cabin and shrugs. “Wanna start back up where you and I left off, then?” You answer by slowly pulling the knife from its sheath, the blade bright against the dark background. Randy turns on his heel and runs, bolting up the steps. You follow quickly, hot on his trail. 

Randy puts up a pretty good fight. He’s faster than you and he dives into the character of ‘final boy’ with ease, kicking you off of him when you finally catch up and grab ahold of his shirt. He curses, breaking character to reach over to you and ask if you’re alright. You respond with a slice of the knife, grazing his arm. 

He yelps, stumbling back onto his ass as he clutches his arm, staring at the thin cut across his arm before you jump on top of him, pushing him onto his back and pinning him to the floor. “Get off me!” Randy says, struggling underneath you, but the sight of the blade waving in front of his face causes him to still. You sit back onto his stomach, your legs on either side of him. Carefully and silently, you drag the tip of the knife down his face. 

“Pretty little Randy,” you coo, an edge to your voice he had never heard before. “So desperate to get chased around and fucked, right?” He swallows heavily, flinching away from the knife as you drag it along the side of his face. His lips part, ready to say something, wincing when you dig the knife into his cheek a little harder. “Don’t fucking talk.” You fix the mask on your face, allowing you to see a bit better, before you remove the knife from his face. Scooting backwards, you grind against his clothed cock and laugh cruelly at the bulge you can feel. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

Randy shakes his head, his cheeks flushing, but he can’t deny the way he lifts his hips to grind against you harder or the small gasp he lets out. “N-No, I’m not,” he says, his voice catching at the end as you grind down against him harder. “Fuck, fuck, o-okay…” Randy swallows hard, closing his eyes. “I kinda am.”

“Isn’t that just pathetic.” You hum, setting a slow pace against him. The movement of your hips was driving him crazy, whimpers spilling from his lips despite his best efforts to hold them back. “Aww, is it feeling good? Your heart’s beating like crazy,” you say as you lay your hand flat against his chest, the knife in your other hand coming to rest against his neck. “I can feel it. You know what else I can feel?” 

“Wh-what?” 

“How much of a slut you are.” You leer, digging the knife into his neck, just enough to scare him. Well, scare a normal person. Instead, Randy’s eyes shut and he lets out a loud groan, his hips sputtering slightly against your still-grinding hips. You grin, tilting your head again. “See? Only a dirty, disgusting, depraved whore would like this. Bet you’re close, too, aren’t you, Randy?”

He shakes his head, gulping, his eyes still squeezed tight. “M’not, fuck, I’m not close.”

“No? So if I stopped, you’d be alright with that, then?” You question, purposely slowing your hips down. Randy whines, shaking his head despite the threat of the blade, and you grin. “See? You want me to keep going so you can cum in your pants with a knife to your neck.” You grind down harder, rolling your hips, biting your tongue to keep from moaning. You had to pretend you weren’t into this just as much as he was. 

Randy's eyes roll into the back of his head as he cums in his jeans, his hips thrusting upwards to gain even more friction against you. “Fuck,” he pants as you finally slow your hips down, still positioned on top of him. He blinks up at you, letting the mask come into focus when he laughs, reaching up and pulling it off of you. “That was fucking amazing. You did way better at being the killer, honestly.” 

You snort, leaning down to kiss him briefly before sitting back up. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” You ask with a tilt of your head, your smile growing at the confusion on his face. You drag the tip of the knife down his chest gently, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue before slipping the blade under his shirt and slicing. Randy flinches at the sound of the cutting fabric, his heart hammering in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He asks, looking down as he watches you trail the knife over his stomach to his freckled chest. “C-come on, knock it off.”

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” you say harshly, though your eyes are a little softer, searching his fear-filled eyes to see if he needed a break. When he doesn’t respond with the safe word, you grin, standing up. “Stay fucking still,” you grunt, putting the knife inbetween your teeth as you pull your shorts and underwear off, tossing them to the side before settling back down over his lap. “Be a good little victim and do what I want and maybe, just maybe,” you coo as you slide up his body, hiking your costume up over your hips, and it’s clear by the glint in his eye that he understands what you want. “I’ll let you live."

[littleragondin]

Shaking in my boots let me tell you.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[holylulusworld]

Wolfishly (2)

Summary: Omega meets alpha. What now?

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x Omega!Reader

Warning: possessive Walter, a/b/o, scenting, light smut, implied smut, needy reader/needy Walter, knotting, talk about claiming

A/N: A little drabble.

Catch up here: Wolfishly

Walter guided you toward his car, buckled you up, and whispered your name before he got behind the steering wheel. He inhaled your scent deeply and glanced at you in the passenger seat.

The alpha furrowed his brows in a silent question, waiting for you to change your mind, and leave his car.

You shook your head and dug your fingertips into your thighs. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you felt like your lower half took control of your mind.

This was so unlike you. Always playing on the safe side you never take a risk. Until you met Walter, the alpha swooping you off of your feet.

Against better knowing, you followed the alpha home. He didn’t let you out of sight or drop his arm from around your shoulders. Walter possessively snarled in his neighbor’s direction when the poor man dared to look your way.

Walter only stepped away from you to unlock his door, and let you in. He helped you out of your coat and dropped it carelessly to the ground. The moment he stepped over your coat, you were in his arms, and his lips were on yours.

He greedily explored your mouth while his strong hands hoisted you up and helped you wrap your legs around his waistline. You whined and started to grind against him.

It was the first time you let your body and instinct take over. Somehow you knew Walter wasn’t going to hurt you.

He took his time, exploring your body he stripped you bare with his skilled hands. For a man his size, he was surprisingly gentle, and careful. He prepared you to take his knot, skilled fingers working you open.

Both of you were needy and desperate to feel each other, you ended up on his bed in a matter of seconds. You climbed on top of him, taking control. Walter helped you raise your hips to sink on his massive cock.

He laid back, watching you rock your hips to climb higher and higher until you fell hard. You lay on his chest, still rocking your hips.

Walter struggled to stop his knot from popping open. He tried to get you off him, but the moment he wanted to pull out you clawed at him.

You bit his shoulder, and growled his name, desperate to keep him inside of your body. He fell back onto the mattress, giving up. He had no other choice but to cum inside of you, and let his knot swell deep within you.

Exhausted and satisfied you fell on his chest, panting heavily, while Walter tried to fathom that he came inside of you, a woman he barely knew.

“That was…unexpected,” he said. “You’re a demanding little omega.”

You snuggled into his chest, ignoring that you just had unprotected sex with an alpha you didn’t even know. “I wanted your knot,” you said, and nothing else. “You promised it to me.”

“You got it,” Walter said, voice deep and raspy. “Next time, I’ll mark this pretty neck. I cannot risk losing you to some other alpha. You’re meant to be mine.”

“No obligations on my side,” you purred happily and patted his arm. “If you do it right next time, you can knot me again too.”

He laughed loudly. “I got me a cocky omega.” His hand crept to your ass and groped your globe. “I will tame you, though. Only a little of course. I like you are a little firecracker…”

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[mooodyblue]

don't fly away | 60s!elvis, time traveler!elvis(??) x reader (gender neutral reader i think)

summary: after holding off on watching his own biopic for so long, elvis finally decides he's ready to watch it with you.

warnings: mentions of his death, pills, tom parker ?? sorry if i'm missing anything!

word count: 2.7k

note: okay so. i was so nervous about posting this. i've never written reader insert fics and i haven't written in almost 3 years. i was worried this would be too much or too sad but it's been something i've been thinking about for the last few days so i wrote it and was like okaaayyy i might as well post it too. i'd love to write more for elvis in the future though! i just don't write smut cause i'm awful at it LOL. i promise it's not all sad. anyway. i'm terrible at writing endings and i'm also dyslexic so i apologize if anything sounds off or weird. it may be garbage but it's my garbage! some of what's mentioned may be out of place, not accurate, not make sense etc. so...my bad. i tried LMAO anyway pls be nice 2 me and enjoy y'all <3

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you still couldn't believe that you were dating THE elvis presley, especially in 2022. to this very day, you still don't understand how he made it here or why he's here but you still savor every moment you have with him regardless. 

of course, you've had that conversation. you know, the one about his future. the one about tom parker, the hundreds of shows he'd play at the international in a short amount of time and of course, the pills. elvis was the one who asked you about it. he had just finished his comeback special and was getting ready to play vegas for the first time when he had fallen asleep one day and all of a sudden ended up in your world. he had no idea what was to come. 

he refused to believe you when you told him what happened to him.  

"there's no way, baby. you're lyin', tell me you're lyin' please." he took your hands, trembling. "who let me get that bad? my life can't just end that way. why did nobody help me?" 

you frowned at him, holding his hands tightly. "elvis, you're here now. it's okay." 

after calming him down, you changed the subject immediately. his eyes lit up when you brought up how much his music influenced the world. he almost begged you to take him to see an impersonator the moment you mentioned them. but you made sure to mention the number of biopics made on him and whose played him in movies and shows, so when you showed him a photo of austin butler in the same outfit that elvis once wore, he had to do a double take. "you sure that ain't me?" 

you didn't really think you'd ever get to watch elvis with him. you showed him a couple clips and videos, and he was definitely amazed. he just wasn't sure if he was ready to sit down and watch something about his life, especially knowing how it ends. 

so when he brought the movie up during lunch that day, you were surprised. 

"i've been thinkin'....y'know about that movie." you looked up at him, putting your mug down on the table. "what movie?" you asked. "are you talking about elvis?" 

he nodded, looking down at his hands. "yea, i-i know i said i'd watch it with you.....a-and trust me i wanna watch it." you put your hands over his. "i'm not forcing you to watch it. if you don't want to watch it, it's okay. just because it's about you doesn't mean you have to watch it." 

"i know, i know. but i really thought about it, i uh...i think i'm ready. if that's okay with you." he looked up at you, a hint of fear in his eyes. he was nervous. he didn't know what to expect. you've told him nothing but good things about the movie, including the last 20-30 minutes which you mentioned can be hard to watch. 

"okay. we can watch it tonight." you said, giving him a small smile. he smiled back at you, feeling good about his decision. 

you knew he was scared, but even you were a little nervous yourself. was elvis going to cry? would he be able to finish it? it is a long movie, after all. but you had talked it up so much, you were afraid it wouldn't live up to his expectations. and you refused to admit that it was definitely a comfort movie of yours, again, minus the last 30 minutes. sometimes you just end the movie when it's at a good part, that's how you want to remember it. but it's different now since you have elvis. you could finish the ending and he would be right next to you. 

later that night, you both sat next to each other on the couch, waiting for someone to hit play. the remote was in your hand, so obviously you would have to do it, but you were still unsure. “elvis, we don't have to do this.” you said, looking at the title page for the movie. “i know i don’t, but i want to.” he sighed. “and besides,” he looked at you, placing his hands on your face and turning your head towards him. “i have you. the best source of comfort i could ever ask for.” he placed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled. “i love you, you always know what's best for me. always lookin’ out for me.” 

you swore you could cry at that very moment. you were so lucky, so grateful to have elvis in your life. when he first showed up at your doorstep, begging for any sort of help, you thought you were dreaming. he had a lot to learn, he couldn't believe half of the things you taught him. when he kissed you for the first time, it hit you that elvis was real. he was right in front of you, still as handsome as ever. he was all yours, just your little secret.

you smiled at him, nodding. “i just want you to be okay.” he sat back, putting his arm around you. “don't worry, baby. i’ll tell ya if it's too much. let's see who needs more comforting when it ends, you or me!” he laughed. “now c’mon. get on with it, let's watch it. i can't look at this title screen any longer.” you took a deep breath, in and out, and pressed play, the suspicious minds intro filling the room. 

you kept glancing over at elvis to see if he was enjoying himself, which he definitely was. his eyes were glued to the screen during austin's entire louisiana hayride performance. you can’t count how many times “well, goddamn” has left his mouth. 

“aw hell, they put that steve allen performance on here too? nobody needs to remember that!” he groaned. 

and then of course, the trouble scene. he made you pause so he could explain what actually happened, which you already knew, but you let him have his moment anyway. the moment you hit play and austin started performing trouble, it took everything in you to stop yourself from squealing or crying. elvis looked over at you when austin got on his knees, shaking his head. “i don't know why you're actin’ like that. you've got the real thing right here!” you shushed him and he gasped, “nah, i know you ain’t shushin’ me! stop lookin’ at him like that!” 

the scene with gladys was difficult for him. he had asked you to pause towards the end of the scene. elvis stared at the screen, bouncing his leg up and down and nervously chewing at his nails. 

“are you okay?” you asked him. “i just need a minute.” he said quietly. you got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and burying your head in his shoulder. the scent of the soap he used from his shower earlier gave you a bit of comfort.

“i love you.” you said to him, softly. 

you kissed him on the cheek and gave the knee he was shaking a slight squeeze. “we don’t have to finish it.” he shook his head, “no, no. i’m okay. i-i’m okay. let's keep going. thank you, baby.” he gave you a quick kiss as you hit play once again.

he warmed back up slowly, although he didnt say a word during the scene with him and priscilla in germany. you never really asked about her considering what would happen with them a few years later, which you also mentioned to him during the same conversation about his future. 

that was the one problem you had with your relationship, you knew he was always with other women despite being with priscilla. but you being in a relationship with him now had to be different, right? you tried to not think about it much. you just wanted to enjoy every moment you had with elvis, and you hoped he felt the same way too. he didn't get out much anyway. 

in another world, he was the king of rock and roll. in your world, he was just a guy on the street who looked and sounded like elvis, cause nobody was going to believe that he was magically alive. but of course to you, he was your best friend, your boyfriend and the most talented man to ever walk on this earth. 

he was okay with your world, he liked the peace and quiet but most importantly he liked you. 

he really enjoyed the viva las vegas mashup and the little montage about his movies and his memphis mafia. you rolled your eyes at some of his side comments regarding how he hated his movies, despite you telling him how much you loved them. except….well, there are a couple movies you'd never watch again. 

“honey, i told ya, i am not gonna sit down and watch one of my movies with you. i don't wanna talk about em’ anymore!”

“elvis, it's 2022. do you realize how many people love and rewatch your movies?”

“y/n, i’d rather watch paint dry than watch those movies” 

elvis was not prepared for the comeback special scene at all. it hadn't been that long since the special came out before he showed up in your life. you'd never seen him so excited, he couldn't believe what he was watching. 

“well i'll be damned, he’s got the moves and everything down perfectly!” he shook his head in amazement. “even the suits, it's all perfect!”

you had a soft spot for if i can dream. prior to elvis being in your life, you would always listen to it after a bad day or after a panic attack. so when you first watched austin’s performance, you definitely shed a few tears in that theater. but you didn't expect to be crying after watching the same performance for the 10th time, especially next to elvis himself. 

he glanced over at you, concerned. he reached for the remote and paused the movie. “are you cryin’?” 

you turned your head the opposite way so he wouldn't see you wiping your tears. “no….why would i be crying?” you said, trying to sound as normal as possible. 

you reached for the remote but your boyfriend moved his arm back, out of your reach. “this movie is halfway over and we've paused at least five goddamn times,” he joked. “d’ya need a minute?” you shook your head and waved your hand, signaling for him to press play. he used his hand to wipe your remaining tears away and gave you a quick kiss before resuming the movie.

then came the most frustrating half of the movie, when he starts playing at the international. elvis hadn't lived this part of his life yet, so you couldn't imagine how angry this part of the movie would make him.

you loved the suspicious minds performance, but watching tom write out deals with the owner of the hotel always left you fuming. 

“i knew that man was up to no good, i just knew it! i shoulda fired him ages ago! i can’t believe he would lie to me like this. that bastard….” he muttered. 

he continued to make various comments, especially asking you whether some things actually happened or not. such as him getting attacked on stage, him repeatedly asking you if the colonel really lied about who he was. the worst was when he'd ask you about the pills, you still couldn't handle talking to him about them. 

he didn’t say a word when you watched priscilla leave him and neither did you. you kept glancing over at his face to look for any reaction, but all you could see was him gripping the edge of the couch. you knew he wanted to say something, but you left it at that.

it only got worse once it was him and priscilla talking about him getting help. at that point, you were both a little more separated from each other on the couch. 

you could tell it was getting too much for elvis. his eyes were getting glossy and the hand resting on the couch was trembling. all you wanted to do was hold him but once again, you let him be. 

then the headline came up on the screen.

he was definitely tearing up at this point. he noticed your eyes getting glossy too and reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly between the two of you.

it's almost over. you just needed to get through unchained melody and you would never have to watch this with elvis again. you don't even think you could ever watch this movie again by yourself either. 

you were fine up until “....i’ll be coming home, wait for me…..” started playing through the tv, showing the transition from austin to the real elvis. you couldn't tell who was crying more, you or the man next to you. 

he was in disbelief. there was no way his life could end just like that. seeing his name at the end was almost like a wake up call to him. what would happen if he ended up back in 1969 tomorrow? would he forget all of this? and what if he remembered? would he try and prevent all of this from happening? more importantly, would he forget you? 

he was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he was crying. he didn't realize you were next to him also crying. you were almost crying more than he was. 

the credits finished rolling and it was back on the title screen for the movie. you both sat there in silence for a minute. you didn't want to look at him. 

none of what you watched was new to you. you knew how the movie ended, you knew all the songs, all the lines but it was all different this time. you've grown so attached to this man over the years and now he's next to you and so madly in love with you. 

you would pray every night, asking whatever god is out there to please let you wake up next to him the next day, to please not take him away from you. 

at this point, you were the only one crying. elvis was beside you trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. he finally looked over at you with sadness in his eyes. “oh, baby…” you began to cry into your hands. he quickly got closer to you, pulling you in his arms and holding you tightly. 

elvis felt like home. you felt safe in his arms like nothing could take you away from him. 

he rubbed your back softly, moving his hand up and down. “it's okay. i’m here. ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you or us.” he pulled away from you, locking his eyes with your glossy ones. 

“i need you to listen to me.” he took your hands and held them tightly. “i don’t know what's gonna happen tomorrow. i don’t know what's gonna happen in a week, a month, hell even next year. all i know is meeting you has changed me y/n. if i go back tomorrow, i pray that i remember you and this moment. but i believe god brought me here with you for a reason.” 

you reached out and kissed him, savoring every second of him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away yet not breaking eye contact. “i can’t let anything happen to you, you can't leave me. you just can't.” you sniffled. “elvis, i’ve never been so in love with someone in my entire life a-and i’m just so thankful to have you here in front of me. he smiled at you. “i know, baby. i know. everyday i thank the lord for bringing me here with you.” 

the two of you kissed once again, this time with more passion. eventually he pulled away, laughing to himself.

“what are you laughing at?” you asked, slightly annoyed. 

“all of this because of that…that austin kid.” he sat back and looked at you, shaking his head. “man, that movie really did somethin’ to us. now tell me, would you rather have me or austin?”

you paused for a minute, deep in thought. elvis frowned, “you gotta be kiddin’ me, really?” he asked. “well…..” you teased. he playfully threw the nearest pillow at you. 

“c’mere.” he pulled you onto his lap, smiling and running his fingers through your hair. “listen baby, i’m gonna marry ya some day. ain't nothin’ gonna stop me. i got no pills and no tom parker to stop me from doin’ anything. and definitely no austin butler is gonna stop me either.” he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

you chuckled, “let’s see who proposes to me first, then we’ll talk” 

“good lord, i’ve never met anyone like you.” he said, shaking his head at you. 

“well, i hope not.” 

[frickingnerd]

2B with an affectionate s/o

pairing: 2B x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

you'll hear the "emotions are prohibited" line from 2B quite a lot!

still, just because she keeps reminding you of it, doesn't mean that she truly means what she says

despite 2B cold exterior, she actually loves how affectionate you are! 

and whenever she tells you that "emotions are prohibited", she's actually trying to remind herself of it and not you

2B wishes she could be as open with her feelings as you are and even envies you a bit for being so openly affectionate

she loves you a lot and wants to show you the same level of affection, yet she struggles with showing her emotions and fully opening up to you

which is why it makes her even happier that showing your emotions comes so naturally to yourself! 

2B craves affection and she's so thankful that you can openly be affectionate towards her

she always melts into your embrace, being able to forget about everything else, while you hold her in your arms

and in some of her weakest moments, she even finds herself softly crying, relieved that she's dating someone who gives her all the affection she craves so much! 

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨