#I'm hungry god damnit
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your boyfriend has been acting weird lately (various yandere characters x gn reader) (ANGSTOBER DAY 2)
"babe are you-"
"can you quit talking? seriously, you're so damn annoying."
"...i only wanted to ask whether you were hungry..."
you stare at your boyfriend, lips pursed as he continues to type away on his phone. he's been like this for three weeks now. getting mad at you for no reason, cursing at you... did you do something wrong?
all you ever wanted was to be a good significant other and he's acting like he's on his period or something! jesus, can't he be a little bit more mature too?! picking fights with you for no reason, making a big fuss over nothing... and not even telling you why?!
...
you know what?
you had it with him.
"hey, what's your problem huh?! why are you so edgy nowadays huh? did i do something wrong?!"
your once loving boyfriend stares at you, eyes and mouth wide at your sudden outburst. he takes a moment to compose himself, eyebrows furrowing the second he thinks things through.
"god you're so damn stupid. I've been repeatedly telling you, haven't i? i hate you. what can't you understand?! this is why I'm always getting mad, damnit!"
you scoff at him, arms folded in front of your chest as you try to keep your cool... only for your anger to get the better of you, resulting in a screaming festival between you and your boyfriend.
"hate me? you can't expect me to believe that. not when you were literally obsessed with me up till three weeks ago?!"
"i-"
"you used to threaten people just for looking at me! you even tried to kill someone because they asked for my number! and now you want me to believe that you hate me? stop with your bullshit."
".. actually-"
"oh. are you seeing someone else? is that what this is? you're trying to make me break up with you, is that it?"
"n-... you know what? yeah, yeah it is. i want to break up with you. I've found someone else that i love more than you."
your boyfriend states, eyes dead as he stares straight at you. he breathes calmly, as if he weren't affected by this at all. meanwhile, your heart felt as though it had shattered into many tiny pieces. tears fell from your eyes, unable to be held back any longer as you broke down, falling to your knees as the male just stares at you stoicly.
"let's never see each other again."
he mumbles, turning on his heel, swiftly leaving you alone to wallow in your sadness in the once lively apartment. shit... you hadn't expected things to end like this.
"he's a fucking jerk..."
you think through your tears, vision blurry as you clutch your chest. you really loved him and he just?? left?? how could he be so heartless?
if he didn't love you he could've just said something about it. he didn't have to be so mean and hurt your feelings before finally bringing up another person! god damnit, why did you have to fall for such a person?!
you cried, wailing as you cursed your now ex-boyfriend.
"fuck! i hate you! i hate you so much! i hope i never see you again! just disappear from my life! you just left me to die here! stupid ex-boyfriend! i hate giving you my love!"
what you didn't know however, was that your 'heartless' boyfriend had stood outside your door, frowning at your every word, regretting everything he had done up until that moment. because he had loved you too. truly.
he loved you so damn much that he wanted to tear out his hair every single time he was mean to you. he wanted to tell you that he didn't mean any single one of those hurtful words. he wanted to cry and beg for your forgiveness every single time he did anything hurtful to you.
but it was for your own good. it was to keep you safe. and if he needed to hurt you to keep you safe, he'd do it. because he loved you too much to see someone else hurt you.
and being with him meant that there was always a risk of you getting hurt. so how could he allow that to happen when it could be prevented? how could he let his selfish feelings get in the way when you were such a precious little thing? sure, he loves you and he'll do anything in his power to ensure your safety but what if he can't protect you one day?
what if one day you just... get used against him? he's a dangerous man and has a lot of enemies. surely they'll find out that you're his weakness. of course he has gotten rid of anyone who might harm you now but who's to say that there won't be more in the future?
which is why he has to severe all ties with you now. he can't risk it. because he may be strong, but he may not be strong enough for whoever may come in the future. that's why he's been doing what he's been doing-making you hate him so that it hurts less when he decides that it's time to leave. he assumes that it's working wonderfully, after all you've never once noticed his puffy eyes in the morning.
"at least... they'll be safe now."
and disappear he will, for he has too many regrets welling up in the depths of his soul from what he did to you. he'll make sure to never come across you again, instead lurking in your shadow, observing you from afar.
a star like you need not be dirtied by his presence anymore.
dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, megumi fushiguro, blade, scaramouche/wanderer, your faves<3
#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere angst#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere bsd#yandere bungou stray dogs#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere hsr#yandere honkai star rail#yandere genshin#yandere genshin impact#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting#suiana's angstober 2023
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Hungry
Maki Zenin x FEM! Reader
Idc what anyone says, Maki will always be my smoking hot lesbian girlfriend
Tw- maki having an obsession with you, oral, pet names (baby, doll, ect), fingering, lesbian shit, dirty talk, sub reader, dom Maki (let's face it, Maki is the man in the relationship), reader is kinda of a bimbo, begging, teasing
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Maki just couldn't take her eyes off you. You were just so, so beautiful. Like a doll. A special doll. The type you keep in a box because of its valued beauty. The type that you keep away from others because of how rare it is. She wanted to keep you away from others. Maki wanted to keep you away from all things that would hurt you. You were hers, You were Maki Zenin's girlfriend.
"Maki! You're staring again." You whispered to her; you two were out with your friends, having lunch after a long day of training, and Yuji and Nobera who had just came back from a mission.
"I'm sorry, baby, you're just so beautiful. How could I keep my eyes off of you." Maki responded back, pushing a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You blushed and looked back at your half empty plate of sushi. "You know, I'm not really hungry for sushi." She muttered into your ear.
"What are you hungry for?" You asked, generally. Maki looked at you and smirked a little.
"How about we ditch this losers and I can show you at our dorms. Hm?"
Your entire face was most likely red now. You couldn't say no to her. You just can't.
You give her a look that answered her question.
"Oh, damnit. Principle Yuga needs Y/n and I at the school." Maki announced, pulling out her phone and standing up from her chair.
"He does? I thought you were hungry--" Maki quickly shushed you up, by pulling you up by the arm. It didn't hurt, but it did cut you off guard.
"Sorry guys. We have to go. Goodbye."
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Maki's pink lips kissed down your neck, as she pulled down your pants.
"Oh, what am I going to do with you, hm? You make me go crazy." Maki muttered, leaving dark purple spots on your neck. All you can do is whimper her name, as her slender fingers circled your clit through your panties.
"M-Maki~" You moaned as you felt yourself getting even more wet. "I-I need more."
"Aw, does my poor baby want more? That's not how you ask for things." Maki said, smiling. "Beg."
"Maki, I-I need you. Please! I need to feel your fingers in me. Please!" You begged. Maki gave a light chuckle, as she slowly pulled down your underwear.
"Why didn't you just say so in the first place, baby? You know I'll give you anything." Maki's fingers ran up and down your folds, practically teasing you, before sliding a finger in your tight hole. "This pussy is nice and tight, just for me. Right? Only me."
All you can do is moan back, as you felt her slide in another finger. "Yes, yes!" You moaned as Maki slowly, but surely, started to pick up the pace. "Only you!" Maki smiled once more.
"Good." She then began to kiss the sensitive spot on your neck once more. Your moans got louder as she shoved her two fingers inside of you.
"M-Maki, Maki, I think..I-"
You couldn't even get the words out of your mouth. But somehow Maki understood what you were trying to say.
"Go ahead, baby. Come all over my fingers." Her thumb came up to rub your clit, adding more pleasure. Your moans were getting louder and louder as you came on her fingers. Maki didn't stop. She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you until you came down from your high.
Out of breath, you closed your eyes, and slammed your head on her pillow.
But your eyes quickly shot back open you felt Maki move and rest her head in between your thighs.
"You thought this was over? I told you I was hungry for something else."
Maki wasted no time, licking your sensitive nub. The taste of you wetness and your cum mixed together was heaven dancing on Maki's tongue. God, she wish she could eat you like this everyday.
You quickly grabbed onto Maki's hair, moans turned into whimpers because you were so sensitive down there.
Your second orgasim came much quicker then your first.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You moaned, falling back into the bed.
"Looks like this pretty doll is all fuck out, ain't she." Maki said, more to herself then you. "I've just bearly started, too. What a shame."
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#maki zenin#smut#jjk jujutsu kaisen#please read#x reader#maki zenin x reader#maki zenin x you#jjk smut
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omg hi i haven’t requested in a while and I JUST THOUGHT ABT A FLUFF!!!! samuel as a sunshine kpop idol’s bodyguard (yk how he’s rlly cold and quiet but he just melts whenever he’s with them)
Hey anon! Soooo sorry about the delay (and also to everyone else who is asking). Samuel is still pretty cold and quiet here but he is so so soft for you/reader!
Samuel Seo x Idol!Reader: Bodyguard
A couple fluffy scenes
Samuel wonders how you can be so cute, even doing something as mundane as talking to a fan.
Your expression is genuinely soft and sincere as they pour out their appreciation for you. Samuel snaps a picture of the two of you, before sending them on their merry way.
Throughout the exchange, you had noticed Samuel staring, "What are you so happy about?"
"I'm not," Finally, he looks away.
"Then why are you smiling?"
Samuel schools his face. He is not smiling. You are not making him smile, damnit.
.
.
Your stomach rumbles yet again.
You're stuck on this godforsaken shoot, sitting aimlessly for hours while some other starlet throws a tantrum. You're bored, hungry and cold. Can this day get any worse-
"This is for you,"
Just as you're on the verge of throwing your own tantrum, Samuel thrusts a steaming bowl of soup under your nose.
"Sammy!" you jump to hug him as he struggles to not spill a drop, "You're the best!"
"...Don't call me Sammy."
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Another day, another interview.
After being stuck in a stuffy conference room all day, you're finally rewarded with your freedom. Shame now the heavens have opened. You wait under the building awning, sighing to yourself.
"Here,"
Samuel angles his umbrella over you as a side of him starts getting drenched.
"God, Sammy," you hold on to his arm, snuggling up next to him, "I think I'm in love~"
He knows that you're likely joking, but his cheeks still flush crimson.
.
.
"Can we please just detour to get some ice cream?"
"No, you have an early start tomorrow."
Damn him! Samuel can be so stupidly strict sometimes. Yeah it's for your own good but you've had this craving for days now. Ugh. You stomp off ahead.
Someone jumps out at you from the shadows-
"OH MY GOD Y/N! Can I please get your autograph?"
Ah, just another overexcited fan. You plaster on your best sunny smile and take the profferred pad and pen, "Sure!"
You hand it back, goodbyes on the tip of your tongue - when he lunges and grabs hold of you, twisting your wrist painfully.
"Please let me show you my shrine!"
Shrine?? "No!"
"Come on!"
"Get off me!" You struggle to release yourself from his hold.
"Please, it won't take a second-"
In the blink of an eye, the guy is lying in a heap on the floor. Samuel looks at him in disgust, fiddling with the brass knuckle now adorning his hand.
The disgust melts away immediately to concern once he sees the distress on your face.
"Y/N, lets get you that ice cream."
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You put on your most flattering poses for the paparazzi and fans, Samuel trailing close behind on the red carpet.
"Y/N! Y/N! Who's that handsome man next to you!" a voice in the rabble shouts.
"Oh, Samuel? That's my bodyguard!" You signal for Samuel to join you, which he does with an annoyed huff, "...And my boyfriend!"
You turn to grin at Samuel. His face wears his usual nonchalance, but you notice how his eyes have widened slightly in shock.
He leans in close. To the cameras it looks like a kiss on the cheek, and the crowd swoons accordingly, instead he murmurs, "Boyfriend, huh?"
"I know you're sweet on me. Don't lie, Sammy," you whisper back.
"Hmph," is all the response you get.
But you notice the hint of a smile as he threads his fingers through yours.
#i... i really cant write fluff#what is fluff anyway#lookism#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#lookism x reader#lookism hc#lookism fic#samuel seo x reader#samuel seo#seo seongeun x reader#seo seongeun#wannaeatramyeon
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The Party
You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.
Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.
The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.
But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.
"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.
"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.
You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.
Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.
"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.
"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.
You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.
"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.
Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.
You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.
He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.
"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.
"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.
"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.
"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.
You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.
"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.
"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.
"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.
It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.
"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.
"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.
"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.
"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!
"And what is it?"
"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.
Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.
"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.
You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.
"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.
"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.
Honestly it was better then any party could be.
#tickle fic#marvel tickle#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ticklish ribs#bucky barnes#request#tickle punishment#steve rogers#ler!bucky#ler!steve#ler!loki#loki god of mischief#party#sneaking out
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Teehee
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It's hypothetically summer. Joel's tired, he's called you into the trailer once already, and you're still lying in that clover patch reading in your sun dress. He yells your name. "Now," he booms. You must be really absorbed in that book.
"What for," you whine. "I'm not hungry."
"God damnit," he mutters under his breath as he comes down the stairs. He'll pick you up if he has to. But by the time he makes it over to you, he's distracted. You're facing away from the trailer with one knee up and your other leg dangling over it. You're holding your book up to block the sun. Joel's entranced by your cleavage from this angle--between that and the way your bare foot is dangling in the air, blood is rushing to his loins. When he makes it over to you, he stands at your feet for a moment, then drops to his knees. You uncross your leg and he kneels between them, then hovers over you. He tosses your book aside.
"Hey," you complain and reach for the book, but he snatches your wrist.
He pins both wrists, and his nostrils flare, he doesn't have to say it - you come when called for.
"Sorry," you mumble, but he sees the hint of mischief in your eye, too.
"Yeah?" He asks, then holds both your wrists with one hand as he unbuttons his pants.
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Ok good night friends 🫶🏼 we will play again 💕 (you can still send).
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Ok I got an idea
Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde: If Billy had died and Stu lived.
Like straight up just Billy’s ghost fucking with Stu bc he’s pissed off that somehow Stu lived and yet is still like god damnit i do love this idiot
"I'm getting jiggy with a rifle
I'll pull the trigger with my eyes closed
Hoping to hit you somewhere vital
And when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile"
Pretty good lines right there.
But yeah this concept is as good as it is tragic, like, Billy's ghost stuck to the Macher house? Stu either getting away with it and getting back from the hospital to see Billy in the middle of the entryway with a bleeding gunshot wound in the middle of his forehead asking what the fuck happened.
Or a Stu who got arrested, served his sentence and gets out 20 years later, moves back into the old family home and there's the boy he did everything for, still there. He's been there the whole time, alone after the investigators left because the Machers never sold the house but no one wants to live there, and Stu's the only person who's acknowledged him in years. And the time alone has changed Billy, he's still bitter, pissed as hell that Stu lived while he's stuck here, but he's also little more hungry for attention, a little more scared to be left alone. Because what if Stu leaves again? What if he sells the house and some new family moves in?
But Stu's not leaving, no chance.
Sometimes the neighbours talk about the ex-con recluse living in the murder house, but he's busy making up for lost time.
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Let Yourself Go
Word Count: 1,973
Writers Note: My First 68 Comeback Fic
Warning: mostly fluff
Pairing: OC x Elvis
Plot: Tensions rise between Colonel Tom Parker and the former Cecelia Valmos now known as Cecelia Presely as they butt heads on the vision that is the Christmas Special ( 68 Comeback Special ) can the multi-academy award winner compromise or will it boil over
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California 1967
"Those damn movies are doing me in Cece!" Elvis grumbled as his wife looked up from her typewriter. His third rant of the day, but she listened and watched him pace around until he'd eventually turn blue in the face or get hungry,
"Sugar, sit down. You'll tucker yourself out again." Cecelia laughed a little, "Or worse, you'll get worry lines, and you know how you are about those." she mentioned as she watched her husband stop pacing in his tracks. She always knew how to calm him down.
"Now take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong," Cecelia said, her hands off the keys.
"I-I-I Oh, I wouldn't want you worrin about me." Elvis smiled as Cecelia gave him that glance. He couldn't resist her beautiful brown eyes when they could see right through him.
"Elvis Aaron Presley... What's bugging you...." she heard him take in a deep sigh as he looked up towards the ceiling, his intoxicating blue eyes keeping her mesmerized with those beautiful long lashes.
"It's The Colonel."
"What'd he do this time..." she sighed, laying in her husband's lap,
"He's got good intentions with this idea, but..."
"You hate it."
"I hate it." he laughed, "You know me so well, don't you." he leaned down to kiss her nose.
"Mmmm, let's see, touring with you from 54 to 56 and then dating you and being your wife. And sometimes co-star, I'd hope I do." she shrugged, "But continue, I wanna know if I have to break his kneecaps.".
"So you know Singer Sewing Machines."
"Mhmm, Midge loves their machines,"
"They want me to do a Christmas Special..." she could hear the aggravation in his voice as he said. Cecelia was trying not to laugh as he said it, but she couldn't help but think about him in an ugly Christmas Sweater.
"Fine, fine, laugh at me." Elvis groaned,
"Honeybear, I'm not laughin at you. I'm laughin at the fact Tom thought you'd agree to that." she took another deep breath, "You know my mother even knows that's not your speed anymore."
"I'm glad someone knows that." There was a bit of hurt and loss in his voice as if he forgot who he once was, the man climbing the charts, the man women wanted and the kind men wanted to be. He needed a reminder.
"You need a comeback." she rubbed circles on his face with her hand, "And a shave." she joked as he heard her laugh.
"You think I could make a comeback?"
"You're Elvis Presley. You can make anything! Except for food." she mumbled the last part.
"Aye, I thought you liked my charred steak," he smirked,
"It could've been better." she pulled him in for a kiss as he held her close, a small moan leaving her lips. She did miss the times she got to kiss him. Between touring and doing movies,
"Cece..."
"Hmm..."
"If I do this Comeback Special, I want you with me every step of the way."
"Who said I didn't have NBC on Speed Dial..." her fingers in his jet black hair as she trailed down to his ascot.
"God Damnit, doll, you're my weakness," he smirked.
"And you're mine." she was straddling him now as he looked her up and down,
"Ah, ah, easy there, Tiger, that's how we got twins."
"You started it."
"I did, and we'll finish it tonight. But for now, we have business to do."
California June 1968
Cecelia watched from the background on set. She didn't want to interfere, let alone get in the way. But things were looking hectic, especially for Elvis. It was like a circus that she knew she could tame. Cecelia just had to find the perfect moment to jump in.
"We fucking lost Howe..." Binder groaned, "No producer, no production, we're behind on everything," Cecelia's ears perked up as she walked over. It wasn't like she was eavesdropping. She was a Godsent, after all.
"How behind are we..." Cecelia asked,
"Mrs. Presley, it's nothing to worry about. "
"Call me Cecelia, now tell me how behind are we, 'cause I've got some guys who can speed us back on track."
"Well... The music hasn't been composed. We're only two weeks out from finishing pre-production. We don't have a producer, and I'm up to my ass in stress."
Cecelia laughed as Binder looked at her confused, "If Elvis calls, tell him the production is moving fine." she smiled, straightening out her pantsuit as she looked at Binder,
"But..."
"I'll make some calls." her heels clicking away, "Oh and Binder."
"Yes, Mrs. Presley, I-I mean Cecelia."
"Say hello to your second unit director."
Later that night, Cecelia had been prepping and planning on the phone, trying to get weeks' worth of work done. She'd been burning herself on both ends of the candle, but Cecelia wanted it to be perfect for Elvis. She wrote scripts and wrote songs, but she had a mother who knew any and everybody.
"Elaine Marie, leave Jesse alone!" Denise sighed, rubbing her temples, "She's almost as troublesome as her father."
"She's her father's twin," Cecelia laughed. Her mother could hear how tired she was already,
"Have you been sleeping lately..."
"I have mama... just not as peaceful," Cecelia sighed,
"Is something going on between you and Elvis?" Denise asked. She could hear concern in the voice of her mother.
"No, no, we're fine. We've both been busy, with me helping direct this TV special, and he's making new music for it. We've rarely seen each other." Cecelia laughed a bit,
"I see you got yourself into something." Denise sighed,
"I did,"
"Cecelia Shanel Valmos Presley!"
"We just need a producer..."
"Get Midge to do it..."
"You're a genius!"
"What would you do without me, child." Denise smiled.
"Probably die." she joked,
NBC Studios June 17th
"Listen, Parker. It's a genius idea. I mean, we get him rehearsing with his friends and-"
"That would be ridiculous. No one wants to see that!" Tom rolled his eyes, walking down the halls of the studio towards the lobby,
"It suites Elvis. It's not exactly traditional!" Binder said,
"Singer sewing machine wants tradition."
"Singer wants the singer Elvis Presley." Cecelia gave her keys to the receptionist. Tom's skin crawled when he heard her voice,
"Ms. Valmos..."
"Parker...." she said behind gritted teeth, "If they want traditional, they got the wrong guy," Cecelia said, shrugging her shoulders as Binder gave her the schedule for the day.
"No... No... No..." Tom looked between the two, "You can't be here for rehearsals!"
"Actually, she has to be," Binder smirked.
"She'll be a distraction to Elvis!"
"You mean-"
"Hey, uh, Presley wants to speak to the directors." Midge poked her head as Tom almost fainted.
"Tell him we're coming." Cecelia smiled, her boots clicking on the studio floors.
"So... Who's this?"
"Binder, Michaels, Michaels, Binder, Midge will be our producer for the time being," Cecelia smiled,
"Ever produced anything?"
"Music?" Midge shrugged,
"Works for me."
Walking into the rehearsal room, Midge could instantly see the problem. The team had been falling apart even more because the dream was a compromise,
"Cil..." Midge whispered, "You've got a tough one on your hands..."
"I can handle it."
"Can you..."
"Already had to handle a costume meeting." Cecelia sighed, taking a deep breath," We're supposed to fit him in some of them today..."
"Well, there's our choreographer, but where's Elvis..." Midge groaned as she looked over to see Cecelia was gone. Elvis was sitting in his dressing room, his head in his hands as he tried to take a deep breath. Elvis needed to relax. He just needed to sing like the Colonel told him to.
"Belew's looking for you for your fitting, Mr. Presley..." Elvis's head had perked up as he heard the voice. He knew it from anywhere.
"Cece..."
"That's second director to you," she said as she came behind him. He looked stressed, and they hadn't even filmed anything yet.
"You're..." he nodded, "No wonder why Colonels pissed." he laughed as Elvis held her hand,
"Figured you could use the help," she kissed his cheek,
"Now, these costumes..."
"I told Belew it's out of my hands on that one." she laughed,
"Why would you do that, darlin."
"Your show your rules," she walked out of the dressing room, knowing he'd follow her,
"What about the Singer image."
"Singer wants the Elvis image, so give 'em Elvis." she kissed him quickly.
"Elvis..." Tom walked in as he saw the two, "Ah yes, just the person I wanted to see..." he glared at Cecelia as he walked past her.
"If you know what's good for you, don't listen to her."
Cecelia's head had turned as she could see the fire in Elvis's eyes ignite.
"You listen here!" Cecelia held Elvis back.
"She's going to distract you with her idea-"
"Idea's that sell Parker! Or the ideas that Elvis has. It's his show, and Singer is sponsoring it," she looked at him.
"It was supposed to be a family fun Christmas special!"
"Another way to keep me at the middle of the charts." Elvis groaned,
"My boy, I'd never-"
"His last few movies flopped..." Cecelia looked at him, "Thus, his last few records were flops." she looked at Tom hard and rageful,
"What would you know about show biz."
"I don't know, but maybe the custom pink Mustang outside from Paradise Records might help." Tom laughed as she nearly launched at him, Elvis holding her back in his arms. Tom walked off laughing as Cecelia was heated. They'd had bumped heads, but this was worse than before.
"Baby, look at me." Elvis held her close,
"Yes..."
"Whatever I say goes, I'm gonna show him the real Elvis."
"I was wondering when my husband would show up." she joked, getting on her tiptoes to ruffle his hair a little.
"Why, you little!"
"Catch me if you can!" she teased.
June 20th
"Anyone seen Presley?" Midge asked, going around the studio. Elvis had been recording earlier that day as they finally made it to the first production day, also known as the countdown to the ending of making history,
"No, but I got my ticket!"
Cecelia turned as she saw "Rosa!" she hugged her tightly.
"You know there's like two guys outside giving away tickets to anyone, right?" Both Midge and Cecelia groaned,
"Well, make yourself comfortable and-"
"We'll just set up over here."
"Is that Scotty..."
"You go find Presley. Tell him it's almost time to film."
"Tell Binder he's on his way," she said, walking towards his dressing room. Elvis heard the knock on his door as he took a deep breath. It had been seven years since he'd done a show. His nerves were kicking in, and everything told him Elvis couldn't do it. He couldn't make it, looking in the mirror. Elvis could see the young nineteen-year-old boy shaking with excitement to be on any stage if given the chance. But he also remembered the scared young man in a foreign country grieving his mama.
"El... you okay?" Cecelia asked, opening the door.
"Just nervous." Cecelia took his hands as she kissed each finger and ring.
"I know you are,"
"What if I-I blow it," he sighed, "I go out there an I stutter or some crap like that."
"Then we'll roll for another take." Cecelia grinned,
"If I forget a word?"
"Then we'll roll another take." she shrugged,
"What if I embarrass myself?"
"Honey, this is your world. We're all living in it."
"Well, you're my world, and I enjoy living in you." he kissed her cheeks, then her nose and her lips,
"El!"
"What, it didn't sound right or something?"
"Go get dressed, will you."
"Alright, fine."
When Elvis walked out, he was covered head to toe in leather. She'd of course seen the sketches of the suit but to see it in person infront of her was making her feel things.
"Kinda tight huh..."
"In all the right places..." she mumbled,
#oc#fanfiction#new stuff#new#new series#elvis presley#new oc#new chapter#elvis fanfiction#elvis the pelvis#elvis x oc#elvis fanfic#60s elvis#68 comeback special#poc oc
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Chapter 20
@journeythroughjourneytothewest
Something I didn't notice the first time was that they met each of the disicple in a different season Wukong was in winter, Bajie was in spring, and Wujing in the Summer. I'm going to have to see if this aligns with their elements as well.
And thus a beautiful rivalry of blaming each other for being shits begins
He is an honest idiot he says.
Sanzang's stance on family makes me wonder if his mother was always fated to commit suicide as his father still young could have a new family and technically neither had emotionally attachments as Tripitaka was 18 by the time they met and practically an adult and his father never got a chance to even know his wife was pregnant.
Really the one that suffered the most was his mom as she lost both a husband and son but even when she got them back she couldn't find it in herself to be a proper mother or wife after everything.... And maybe her passing was the last thing to push Sanzang to leave his family home and no longer "cling" to family.
Sanzang can't handle ribbing but he trying damnit.
It's weird they say Wukong has a thunder god mouth when the Chinese Thunder god has a beak for a mouth.
The Most Beautiful of all the Monkeys and not a single human can appreciate that
RIP HE SMALL AND TOUGH
Wukong: Okay, first of all, fucking rude, second of all only I get to call my younger brother ugly
ONLY HE CAN BULLY HIS BRO
Sanzang just wanted to give his disciples nicknames! He wanted to be a cool master!
Wukong: I thought you were Idiot for the longest time
Bajie:.... you still call me idiot
Wukong: Well yeah but now I know it's just insulting you
I wonder which character they are using for 'useful' and perhaps 'capable' or 'reliable' would be a more accurate modern meaning. Because this is twice now they have said that being useful is not only a positive thing but a thing to be envied and proud of. Cause nowadays useful is seen as more talking about a tool but maybe back then was considered a high honor such as be a responsible and reliable person
Wukong: I'm very useful!
Sanzang: Yes you are, you help very much-
Wukong: I was talking about my eyeliner
Sanzang: WUKONG STOP BEING SO MEAN HE WAS BORN LIKE THAT
"Fix your ugliness" GIVE HIM A BREAK
Leave Bajie alone, he may eat a lot but it ain't his fault he built like a pig (literally)
HE WAS HUNGRY
It's funny that it is Sanzang and Bajie who are the more cautious ones at the start of the journey, saying that they should find shelter away from the wind because it is sus but Wukong refuses to listen It shows how much he has grown later on when he actually starts anticipating Demon's attack instead of ignoring the signs
Like Wukong doesn't need to worry about demons cause he is Sun Wukong and he always will be fine. But as he goes on in the journey and starts to worry more about his campaigns he starts taking a more active role as a protective rather than doing the bare minimum to keep them alive. He really does grow
IM SO PROUD OF HIM
Kudos to Bajie for being the first to fight, don't know if it's just bluster or he really thought he could win but appreciate the hussle
NO MERCY GET THE LITTLE BASTARD
Of course, Wukong and Bajie choosing to go after chasing the demon rather than staying to protect Sanzang leads him to getting captured, interesting, His first kidnapping!
They don't have that teamwork just down yet And I was surprised that it was Bajie who was the one to fight first, Wukong saying he was going to go help Bajie and telling Sanzang to stay put leaving him behind. Wukong chose fighting over protecting in this case showing he either didn't trust Bajie to win or just didn't want to miss a battle. If they were coordinated then Bajie would have known Wukong would have been the better choice to fight and he would have stayed to protect Sanzang
Bajie CRIES when they lose him BRUH Even Wukong tries to comfort the guy damn
Wukong saying he got this
Wukong refuses to let himself be one-uped and refuses to accept help. Man really does got them daddy issues DAMN
Calls Wukong a condiment too damn
Nothing brings the homies together than a first teamwork kill
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A Battle Of Ideals 2
Part 2.
Pairing: Chris O' Doyle( Free Fire) x female OC
Warnings: graphic description of blood, wounds, some violence, swearing cause that's all they did in that movie, enemies to lovers kinda?, h/c, English is not my first language, and I do not have any medical knowledge.
Word Count: 2476
Chris didn't wake up early enough to watch the sunrise, he didn't even get to share Amara's lunch with her, burned bread with butter and the cheapest cheese she could find. At noon he finally opened his eyes, regretting immediately that subconscious decision. His whole body felt filled with lead, wrapped in needles, his head hammered. His eyes were too heavy to open, still, he flinched when a hand came resting on his forehead.
"You're completely cool", Amara said satisfied. "Well done to you Chris".
She earned a loud groan in response.
"Are you hungry"?
Another grunt, considered to be a 'yes', led her to the kitchen. Shortly after, Amara came back with two fried eggs, and a small, peeled apple.
I'll have to get him to sit, she thought with a sight of boredom, and through groans and grunts she pulled him somewhat upright.
Chris faced her with a defiant look as she held the plate for him, holding the fork in front of his mouth.
"You can't eat with one arm and half a leg you proud idiot. Eat your damn food so you can go back to sleep", Amara said harshly-perhaps she had too little patience for the job.
Chris's eyes never left hers, wide open, and ironic, and that ridiculously deep hue of blue in them, and so Amara did him the favor, alright. She dropped the tray on Chris' lap, hearing him groan in satisfaction, before she put the fork next to him on the mattress with a sarcastic grin.
Chris' hand shook as he lifted it up, and the piece of apple fell on his lap, but he clenched his teeth and tried again.
He tilted his head down so as to meet the fork halfway, and scraped his mouth against the metal clumsily. It was that last sound of pain that made Amara grab the fork from him in a swift motion.
"For fuck's sake, god damnit", she growled and shoved the next piece of egg onto his mouth.
She'd never fed a baby before, but she imagined it would've been much, much easier. Babies don't feel so fucking mortified of being taken care of, do they? So defiant. And if he was defiant about her doing such a simple thing as feeding him, how the hell was she supposed to convince him to abandon his cause?
The phone in the kitchen rang just as she was about to wipe egg and apple juice off of his ridiculous mustache, so he stayed undignified for a moment.
Chris focused his hardest on listening to the conversation in the other room, but his head was so dizzy he only caught a few stray words.
"Alive" and "Of course he made it, isn't that why I was sent here"?
"Not yet", she then said in a different tone. "He's not ready yet. No, I will tell him when he is better, and ready to listen to me. He has no choice, does he? I will, I will. Yes, I know the stakes, that's why I'm treating him like the idiot that he is. And now excuse, I have to wipe the shit out of his ugly face".
Amara returned to the bedroom more furious than she had left, swiped some paper across his face and then, full of joy and cockiness, unfolded a wheelchair in front of him.
"A wheelchair? Really?", Chris complained, eyebrows intensely raised.
"Would you prefer a coffin? I can arrange one if you want. I'll cut the bed frame in 4 to fit you".
"No", Chris rasped out, serious this time. "I'll live to see my home country united. I'll go back".
"Back home"?, Amara asked and blamed the wounded man for the emotion her voice carried.
"Yes".
"You've got anyone waiting for you there"?
"I have my people".
"Calm down Gandhi".
Chris's eyes lit up by a sincere intensity despite the fact that he couldn't keep his head up for more than a minute. He half opened his mouth so as to say more, but knowing she wouldn't, couldn't understand, he decided to save his strength.
"You"?, he asked instead, tilting his head on the side like a curious puppy.
"Nah. We've kinda grown apart, you know? I had a sister once…she died. Too young. But now's not the time for sad stories", Amara said and took a pill out of her pocket.
"You drink that as a good boy, will you"?
"Fuck you-how old are you eh? Can't be older than 26, what the hell are you doing here"?
"What are you doing here Chris"?
"Trying to save my country, girl".
What about the innocent lives you take in the process?, she wanted to shout but instead put the pill in his hand.
"Don't drop that too", she said and left for the kitchen.
Damn it! She had to think. She had to. What the hell was she doing? Chit chat and shit, hI cHriS yOu hAve AnyOne wAitInG foR yOu baCk homE? How do you like your eggs? Fuck.
She'd planned on sleeping in the kitchen that night, she'd even brought pillows and blankets. And now her heart clenched enough to crash her chest just thinking about leaving him alone.
Him. Him of all people.
He's helpless, compassion argued, and before she got more angry at herself, she got pissed off at Chris, Chris who was so helpless he couldn't take a piss on his own, but, oh well…
"Did you take your pill"?, she barked as she entered and Chris flinched.
"Yes for Christ's sake".
"Great".
With long strides she reached his side, grabbed his shoulders and threw him on the wheelchair with surprising strength. Chris was all grunts and muffled curses, but he insisted on going to the bathroom by himself.
Silence fell over the room, and Amara tensed. She checked her watch. It'd been 10 minutes.
"Chris are you alive in there"?
She knocked on the door.
"Chrissyyyy"?
Grunt if you're alive, she sighed and opened the door. Chris had never actually made it to the toilet, he was splayed in the wheelchair, head hanging low, face pale.
"God's sake", Amara murmured despite herself and rushed to him. She instinctively knew he'd be too much of a jerk to answer a question, so she brushed his wounded leg with the heel of her shoe. Relief run n
through her upon hearing the familiar sounds of pain.
Chris half opened his eyes, remaining silent as she slid his underwear down, helping him sit in the toilet. She so much as had to keep him from falling on the side, had to stay there, mortify him. Between glimpses of bitterness, and another feeling, one Amara could not pinpoint, he managed to clean himself up a bit, before being led to bed again.
He looked like a corpse, pale and stiff -and yet he was burning hot. Amara struggled to realize they, him and her, were in the same place, at the same moment. She was left untouched by the mayhem in the warehouse- had let the others do the job, she thought with dismissal.
Her jaw clenched, eyes tentative, she reached for his forehead. The 679th time this day.
"You've got a fever again, goddamn it".
"Yeah, you don't say"?
Yeah yeah, speak while you can, cause you’ll start whining in a little while.
"Do…would you like me, perhaps, to stay here"?, she heard herself say. "-To keep an eye on you I mean".
Chris scoffed, with an exhale that would've been a laugh if he wasn't so weak, eyes locked at her face again.
"I'll take that as a no", she murmured and banged the door behind her. If the bastard needed help, he'd have to scream for her to hear him. Should hurt his ribs enough.
It suffocated him, hurt while he was breathing,his whole body spasming beyond any control. The room was spinning, a bone-deep ache flooded him and he was alone.
It’s probably the shock, damn you, just try to relax, he thought and focused on his breathing. But as the hours passed, the trembles running through his body became more severe, made him jolt in pain and grunt and curse, until all he could think of was the need for it to stop. To relax, and sleep, and fucking heal, if possible. It didn’t seem possible at that moment.
He called Amara, a few times over actually, until he realized no voice was coming out of his mouth. It was all in his mind, and he’d have to make his muscles cooperate in order for her to hear him. But how would he open his mouth, how would he keep his teeth from clutching?
In all his years he never had to face problems like these, so human, so humiliating.
So goddamned weak because of a deal gone wrong.
“Amara”? The word was full of regret as it left his lips. “Amara”?
She’d closed the door. Why had she closed the fucking door?
“Amara”? Please just come here, please.
Had she heard him? Was she deep in sleep or just pissed off by his attitude?
You’re a grown man, not a little child. She won’t come at all, his conscious whispered and the panic made him yell her name louder.
The woman rose to her feet immediately as she heard him, opened the door quietly. Even in complete darkness, Amara could feel Chris’s eyes pinned on her.
“Are you okay, what’s wrong? Chris”?
“I don’t know…It just won’t stop”, he whispered hoarsely.
“It’s okay, don’t worry”, Amara smiled, and disappeared from the room.
“Don’t go”, Chris uttered, too low for her to hear him. He kept begging she’d return, silently, despite himself, his instinct, his principle.
When he saw her silhouette again he released the first shaky breath of gratitude in what seemed like a decade.
“Don’t worry, I’d only gone to bring the painkillers with me”, she said softly and placed a dump cloth on his forehead.
“ ‘M cold”, Chris whined. “It doesn’t stop”.
“It’s because your fever is rising again, Chrissy. Drink that”, she said and helped him swallow down another aspirin.
Their eyes met at that moment, filled with pain and desperation, Amara’s melting under his silent plea.
Her fingers brushed his wet forehead and Chris closed his eyes, her palm warm and steady against his skin.
“It will pass. Soon. You’ll sleep, don’t worry, okay”?
The sadness in her voice made Chris indulge into that physical ache. He dared move his body, only a tiny bit, towards her.
“Please”, he said, more like a muffled breath.
A pathetic whine escaped him as her touch became firmer, brushing his hair back. He tilted his head towards her-a little more to the right and he would reach the spot she sat on on the bed, and he would feel her close.
Amara held his hand steady, feeling herself the trembles that shook him. ,
The same thoughts as every night came to her mind as she layed on her makeshift bed. What the hell was she doing with a half dead man in this shit hole in Massachusetts, hm? And since she was with him, why hadn't she shot him yet?!
You don't know if it's him. It could have been someone else.
Yeah, as if it would make a difference. They're all the same, aren't they?
"If you know what you believe in, then you're truly free", their father used to say, his phrase followed up by some snarky comments about the government, or society, or that mess of a world they lived in, in general.
And she was floating now.
Between uncertainty, fear, and her ever strengthening code of ideals.
If you don't know what you believe in, how can you keep going in life like that?
At least Chris is lucky in that part, she thought through her new wave of melancholy.
But he wasn't lucky in anything else. The fully closed curtain left no light to the room, his eyes seeing figures and shadows as if he were a child. His head felt tight, as if someone was crushing it with a hammer. Continuously.
And the trembles wouldn't stop. It made him suffocate.
“It will pass, I promise. Just you wait”.
Chris’s breath itched, in fear she’d leave again. He tagged her weakly towards him. He needed her, needed her to hold him, to feel her warmth, her calm strength.
“Come here”, he breathed out, and at that very moment, he lost all hold of himself. The tension was too much to bear, his eyes started watering, a sob got caught in his throat.
“I’m sorry. For all of this”, Amara muttered as she slid underneath the blanket. He was too battered to hug him, only so few places she could touch him, but Chris felt he would completely unravel if he lost the closeness. He rested his head on her chest, as her hand petted his harsh features, while the other one in his stomach tried to steady him against the fever, and the wounds, and the fear.
“That’s it, try to relax”, Amara whispered with a softness she didn’t know she could have towards him, as his muscles relaxed ever so slightly.
“I can’t”.
The only sound in the room was his shaky, tortured breaths, and the gentle scratch of her hand on his hair. The rest of the world had faded away, distant and unimportant.
Chris continued to shake, elbows and sharp hip-bones poking into her flesh. The tears ran all the way down to his naked torso, making him crave for her warm touch in every part of him.
Please don’t die, okay? Don’t die on me, Amara thought and soon she found herself kissing him everywhere, his brows, his eyelids, his temples, and when she realized what she was doing, it was already too late for her to stop. Cause Chris had finally found something else to focus on, rather than the pain, and he began to still, and relax, even though the low whines continued.
“I know, it’s okay. Ten more minutes and you’ll be fast asleep, I promise. Your temperature is lower now”, she whispered, her lips brushing against his temple.
The first morning light came to represent the beginning of an easier time, for both of them. His body stayed almost lifeless on the mattress, his eyes fell close. Chris could feel Amara’s heartbeat, steady, and fast. The sobs were replaced by tears, the tension turned into a bone-deep weariness that seemed would haunt him forever.
Amara turned her head slightly towards the window, as noises came from the neighbors.
“Don’t leave me now girl”, he whispered with all the strength he had remaining.
Her hand on his forehead became heavier, holding him down firmly against her chest.
“Sleep, Chris. It’s going to be fine
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Hiii, can you write some chiffany fluff :3? Anyway have a good day/night
HEY! AND OF COURSE!!!! (Sorry this took me so long to seeeee!!)
Everything was hazed, ranging from fuzzed to downright blurry...well at least from Chucky's perspective. His vision was slightly impaired...and being sick wasn't helping his case. He had been bedridden for a few days and could feel his fever growing intense as the hours passed. He was unable to fall asleep, feeling his stomach churn and twist into sailor knots, groaning in agony and in slight annoyance feeling himself soaking in his own perspiration. Oh, how he longed to take a shower, however immense pain and the thought of standing made him want to vomit outweighing his desire to bathe.
He felt so useless feeling as if he were a sack of meat, left out in the scorching sun. Or as if he had become one of the bodies he often left behind. He couldn't even reach the tv remote, which brought great irritation, leaving him to his thoughts. Before he could sulk any further, the door to his and Tiffany's bedroom creaked open. Seeing his wife pop her head into the room, caused the Redhead to give a faint grin. Only a few moments after his wife stepped in the redhead dropped his head back onto a pillow, tired from holding upward to smile.
"How ya feeling Sweetface"
Chucky forced a brow raise, clearing his throat, trying to clear his vocal cords.
"Like shit"
Tiffany sat beside her husband, lightly caressing her husband's cheek.
"And ya look it too"
Her little remark caused a small to escape Chucky. However, his mind drifted, as he picked up the scent of chicken soup. He raised his head, turning it toward the smell, feeling his saliva begin to thin, giving a faint grunt feeling his stomach begin to growl and eat away at itself. Tiffany lightly set the tray of soup, carefully making sure not to spill the hot liquid on her lap and stroked her husband's hair from his face, revealing his baby blues.
"Hungry?" She asked softly, scooping up a spoonful.
Chucky wraps his arms around his midsection as he felt his mouth begin to water,"Mhm"
He scooted himself upward, using what little remained of his strength, and reached for the tray. Tiffany gave somewhat of a worried sigh seeing his hands tremble a tad bit, as he ate slurping the soothing warm liquid from the metal spoon.
"Actually, I think this would be better" The blonde readjusted herself, grabbing the bowl and placing it to her husband's chapped lips.
"T-Tiff I'm not a baby...I---I can feed myself." He strained, trying to push her arm away.
"You hungry or not? I don't want you spilling this all over you. You'll end up burning yourself"
After a few minutes of protesting the redhead relented setting his arms aside. Tiffany cautiously lifted the soup once more and placed it to his lips, grinning to herself and seeing the chicken soup slowly decrease. Happy to see that he was gulping it down. Upon hearing the final slurping sounds she pulled the bowl away and set it aside on the nightstand, the blonde was happy to see a faint smile slowly creep on her husband's face. She was about to return to the empty dish to the kitchen when she heard a faint whispering.
"Aye....where ya going?"
She smirked, slowly approaching her sick husband.
"Going to wash your plate."
"F--Fever's going down....and I'm getting kinda cold over 'ere"
Tiffany raised a brow, he was making it too easy.
"Well ya want me too turn off the AC then?"
Even from the distance she was at she could see a frown on her husbands flushed and slightly puffed face.
"God damnit Tiff.....Do I gotta be so damn forward"
With a few minor chuckles, she accompanied him in bed, curling up towards him, coiling her ivory arms around him.
“Better?”
“yeah…much”
Tiffany nuzzled up to his ear, lightly whispering.
“Ya know if I get sick I’m blaming ya”
This got a good chuckle out of Chuck, finding her comment amusing.
“I’d expect nothing less”
Tiffany giggled and tightened her grip round his waist, slowly drifting of to sleep with her husband.
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Word find tag (soon, later, wait, when, and now)
I was tagged by @thegreatobsesso. Thank you! <3
Tagging: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @winterandwords, @nanashi23
Your words: quick, thrill, threat, laugh, heal
I've been challenged to find positive quotes after my last very angsty word find. They were slightly difficult to find, but turns out I *do* have a few :D
These will be from Shattered Soul. It got a bit long (bc they're cute scenes damnit 🥺💜), so I'm slapping on a readmore.
wip intro
Soon
[Darian] He fixed up a plate and dug in; he hadn't realized how hungry he was. To his relief, Alaia began eating again as well, although she stopped sooner than he would've liked.
She gave him a strange look right as he took a large bite from a meatpie. "I'm really not a prisoner here, am I? Kiala offered me training. You're sitting here eating with me, not even asking any questions. Nobody locks the door. If I could walk more than two steps at a time, could I leave?"
The meatpie stuck in his throat at that, and he reached for some water to wash it down. "Do you want to leave?" he asked carefully.
Please, don't want to leave.
"Leave the room," she clarified, and he began to breathe again, nonchalantly taking another sip of water to cover his relief.
Later
[Alaia] She picked up the clear glass, which showcased a rainbow of colored liquid within. It smelled sweet, slightly fruity, but had the distinctive aroma of alcohol. Tentatively, she took a tiny sip, mindful of the coffee she had tried this morning. But she was relieved to find this tasted wonderful, like a medley of different fruits bursting upon her tongue. A noise of appreciation escaped as she looked at the drink with more interest.
Nuzzling her temple, Darian asked, "Better than the coffee?"
A pleasant warmth spread in her chest as she took a larger drink. "Oh yes, there's no comparison."
Darian chuckled.
Jesam pressed close to her other side, reaching over to grab some bread and cheese. Aleix teased him, jerking the basket away, and she reached out to intervene as they started fighting for it. Cambria gave her a conspiratorial grin, and they both reached for the basket, claiming the last couple pieces of bread, cramming them into their mouths as all the males complained.
A couple of drinks later, Alaia felt ready to float free from her body. Whatever this alcohol was, it wasn't human alcohol. It made her feel light and airy. But also warm and fuzzy, so maybe it was normal alcohol. She didn't know anymore, and didn't care.
Wait & When
Before he could mention adding milk or sugar, she lifted her cup and took a cautious sip. Darian winced, anticipating her reaction. Sure enough, her eyes watered as her face screwed up in disgust at the bitterness.
"Oh gods," she gasped. "You people drink this willingly? What is wrong with you?"
Darian burst out laughing, even while he mindspoke their server.
Alaia gave him a dirty look, pushing the cup away. "It's not funny—"
"I'm so sorry," Tay said, interrupting Alaia before she could give Darian the tongue-lashing he likely deserved. "Here, let me help you. Most of us prefer at least a little cream and sugar to soften the bitterness. Or I could bring you tea, if you'd rather not try again." They wrung their hands while they waited for Alaia's response.
"Oh no, it's not your fault," Alaia assured them. She shot another glare at Darian and reached for the small container of cream the server had brought. "How much should I add?
Darian was convinced there was more cream and sugar than coffee in Alaia's cup when she finished. By that time, their food had been delivered. Alaia looked at her plate of fluffy sweet bread topped with fresh fruit with something that actually resembled interest. She picked up her fork, then pointed it at Darian.
"Tell me, is there anything I need to add to this to make it not taste like burned charcoal steeped in hot water?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to stab me with that fork?"
"Only if you lie to me." She scowled, but there was a thread of amusement dancing between them, and Darian smiled.
Now
She rolled her eyes, turning to point her fork at Kiral. "Speak."
Kiral burst out laughing. "Bossy much, kaireda mia?"
"I'm not above stabbing you with this fork and making you squirm before I heal you," Alaia threatened, waving said fork around. "And what in the Mother's name did you just call me? At least your brother translates his sappy terms of endearment."
"I think you like my sappy terms of endearment, mi'alla," Darian said, squeezing her hip.
"Kaireda mia means dear sister," Kiral managed to choke out between bouts of laughter. "Now we've moved on to physical threats?"
Alaia lowered her fork, suddenly remembering the king and queen were at the table. She eyed them a little nervously, considering she'd just threatened to stab the crown prince.
Mariana caught her look, and smiled. "We don't hold titles in this room, kaireda. Besides, I'm sure Darian is thrilled to learn his mate is just as bloodthirsty as he is."
Elian chuckled. "Yes, Darian is pretty quick to draw his dagger. Kiral probably appreciates only being threatened with a fork."
"I do!" Kiral said, gasping for breath. "I appreciate it about as much as the offer to heal me after. Means I don't have to trail blood everywhere while I drag myself to the Hall of Healing."
#hmm two scenes involving a fork#lol#did i win elli? do i get a cookie?#🥺🥺 (hopeful)#starlit plays tag games#word find tag#shattered soul
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Gonna Probably Head to the ER Again but Im not sure tbh.
To check something that ive been concerned about as of recently.
I noticed i kept having a weird low-grade fever around at 99.0 Degrees, and for some odd reason kept heating up anytime i walked despite the temperature of the house. Woke up today with my back sweaty (but it was a light kind of sweaty and not a drenched sweat..? Im unsure), etc. Breathlessness, stuff, things... i just wanna rule a few things out with the ER.
I also had weighed myself yesterday and i was around 189.6 Pounds, but when i weighed myself today i was ranging from 188.0 to 189.0 (because digital weights are just unreliable at times), so highly unsure of whether or not i lost a drastic amount of weight from the lack of eating (despite eating two slices of pizza this morning), ate a sandwich and that was it. Regardless, main point is that im trying to keep an eye on things and I don't like sudden weight loss.
I mean, you may say "hey losing a pound within a day sounds good!" Yeah, if you were healthy and not worried about your own body betraying you because of fucking Post-Covid.
Another reason im worried is because around on Oct 2nd, i was checking my lymphnodes because I thought they were swollen or something, but honestly i am unsure, still, i just want to head to the ER to rule certain things out, just in case, and to be on the safe side.
I'm pretty sure if it was something deadly... i would probably be feeling it by a lot. Additionally, the digital weight is probably highly unreliable to use, and my tendency to move sometimes, still, im just.... worried... that's all, it might just be health anxiety induced by Post-Covid, but god fucking damnit i just need to be sure sometimes.
I just hope im fine... ...but now, im really hungry.
Additionally, i do feel a tad bit better compared to before but sometimes i have sudden short lived aches that feel moreso just caused by me slouching or something. Breathlessness whenever i lay down that seems relatively shortlived? Blegh... im honestly unsure. I think i might open up comms just in the event that i may need to pay for things myself or whatever. Because honestly, im probably gonna need it.
EDIT 9:56 PM, might just head to a normal doctor instead on Monday.
#health related#personal thoughts#huff...#tw health#tw anxiety#semi-vent#very personal stuff#post-covid
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Daily SickDrugs: Drugette walked on Sick Babefriend taking a bath.
Drugette: *still embrassased from what she just say 2 hours ago*
Drugfriend came in
Drugfriend: Uh Hey sis....
Drugette: Huh? O-Oh hey Dan, w-what's up?😅
Drugfriend: Hmm? Did something happen?
Drugette: W-What?! N-No! What makes you think happened?😅
Drugfriend: You sweat when you lie and it looks like you were blushing like you saw something you've never seen before.....so what happened?
Drugette blushed too hard and then she gave up.
Drugette: AHHHH DAMNIT! FINE I'LL TELL YOU! 😫
Drugfriend: So what happened?
Drugette: W-Well....
(Flashback)......
Drugette was watching t.v when she felt hungry.
Drugette: Man, I'm really hungry, I'm gonna go for some chips.
She got up to get a bag of chips from the kitchen but as soon as she opened the cabinets to find some chips, there was nothing.
Drugette: What?! All finished?! Aww man....*sigh* Well I might as well go buy some more from the store.
Drugette got upstairs to hers and Sick Babefriend's room to get her keys.
Drugette: *mind* Hmm? Where did I put my keys? Maybe they're in the bathroom?
Drugette suddenly heard humming coming from the bathroom.
Drugette: Huh? Sick Babefriend in the bathroom? I wonder if I could ask her where she put my keys.
Drugette went to the bathroom, and what she saw was the biggest mistake of her life.
Drugette: Hey Babe, Have you seen my k-OH MY GOD!
Sick Babefriend was sitting in the bathtub covering in bubbles, she was bathing herself.
Drugette: *mind* O-Oh my god....
Sick Babefriend: *humming* Hmm? *gasp* D-Drugette?!
Drugette: Y-You're naked....covered in bubbles....
Sick Babefriend: *screams* Drugette! WHAT ARE HELL?! 😡
Drugette: I-I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in here *covering her eyes*
Sick Babefriend: GET OUT! *throws stuff at Drugette*
Drugette: AHH! SORRY SORRY! I'LL LEAVE NOW! 😫
(End of flashback)
Drugfriend: Damn....😳
Drugette: I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAW SICK BABEFRIEND'S NAKED BODY!!!!😫😭
Drugfriend: *pats Drugette's back* There there sis, I've been there, it happened to me twice.
Drugette: I couldn't help it!
Drugfriend: Let me guess, Her boobs and she was thicc like Sick Boyfriend?
Drugette: YES!!!!! Now I know how you and Sick Girlfriend feels!
Drugfriend: Welcome to my world.
You know how I ship Drugfriend and Sick Boyfriend? I also ship their twin sisters too Sick Babefriend and Drugette, I even made their ship name for the two girls: SickDrugs.
#friday night funkin#fnf spongebob parodies#fnf mod#SickDrugs#shrugfriend#fnf headcanons#sick babefriend#drugette#drugfriend
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Halloween Mischief
Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me) with mention of the Judgement day.
Summary: Me and Damian decided to have some fun over the phone before the shows starts.
Warning: Dirty Talk
Tagging:@ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @babiidee28 @sparkleva25 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442@tmt-77@blueberryomega@ironshamelessyouth @lisashield
Note: I hope you enjoy the story and Happy Halloween
October 31st: Halloween
It was a windy Halloween night. I was in the kitchen, making some cookies. As the cookies and brownies was baking in the oven, I grabs a bowl and filled it up with candy for the upcoming coming trick-or-treaters.
Shaynell:(sighs) What a weekend. Dealing with last minute Halloween deliveries.
"Ding-Dong"
Shaynell: Crap! The trick or treaters came early this year!
I quickly grabs the bowl of the candy and quickly went to the door. I saw a group of kids in their costume with their buckets
Kids:(unison) Trick-or-treat!
Shaynell:(smiles) AW! I love your costumes!
I quickly give them a handful of candies.
Shaynell: Happy Halloween!
I quickly close the door. I heard the oven beeps, indicating that the batch is ready.
Shaynell: It's ready!
I quickly get my oven mitts and take it out of the oven.
Shaynell:(sighs) So delicious.
I quickly lay it on the cooling rack to cool it.
Shaynell: I can't wait to eat those cookies and brownies.
(Phone rings)
I quickly pick up my phone.
Shaynell: Hello?
Damian: Hey Mija! Happy Halloween!
Shaynell: Hey sweetie. Happy Halloween. How was your trip to Mexico?
Damian: I'm ok. And it was great. Although, me and the judgement day lost to Mysterio. Twice.
Shaynell: Oh. I see. I'm sorry to hear that.
Damian:(sighs) I miss you.
Shaynell: I miss you too. I can't believe you have to visit 2 countries within a short time.
Damian: I know. I miss holding you and kissing you.
Shaynell:(giggling) Damian. You making me blush.
Damian:(chuckling) And then fuck your juicy pussy!
Shaynell: Damian!
Damian: What? You know you like how I talk dirty to you.
Shaynell: I know, but still. What if they hear you.
Damian:(smirks) I want them to hear.
Shaynell:(squeaks) OH GOD!
Damian chuckled in amusement.
Damian: What are you doing now?
Shaynell: Baking some cookies and brownies, while giving candies to trick or treaters.
"Ding Dong"
Shaynell: Crap! They're another one. Hold on.
I went to the door and give candy to another set of trick or treater.
Shaynell: Ok. I'm back.
Damian: Wow. You're very busy.
Shaynell: I am. I also ordered a pizza from Papa John. I got a pizza that shaped like jack o' lattern.
Damian: Aw. Lucky! I wish I was there with you to eat those sweets and pizza!
Shaynell: I wish you were there to bake them and enjoy them with me. I want to use wear that apron. Naked.
Damian:(blushing) Mija...
Shaynell: I want your cock dipped in frosting so I can lick it off.
Damian:(blushing) Oh god! MIJA!
Shaynell: And maybe I spank your bare ass with a wooden spatula.
Damian was blushing and getting aroused.
Damian:(blushing) Mija...
Shaynell:(chuckling) Maybe I pour some sprinkles and chocolate syrup to make it sweeter.
Damian:(moans) Mija. You're turning me on so much!
Shaynell: How about some extra cream as well.
Damian:(moans) YES! Keep going!
Shaynell: How about I pour some melted ice cream all over that sculpted bod of yours?
Damian:(moans) OH MY GOD! Keep GOING!
"Ding Dong"
Shaynell: Oh I gotta go! I'll talk to you to later. Bye!
Damian:(whines) Mija Wait! Don't St-
I quickly hangs up the phone before he can finish his sentence.
Shaynell:(sighs) This is going to be a busy night for me. I hope that pizza will come. I'm hungry.
I resume giving out giving out candy.
Meanwhile in Dallas....
Damian was backstage before the show started.
Damian:(sighs) God damnit! FUCK!
He sighs in annoyance.
Damian: Why do you torture me like that?
Rhea: Hey Damian, you're getting re- WHOA!
He saw the judgement day with shocked look on their faces.
Damian: What? Why the shocked look?
Rhea quickly pointed out the obvious. Damian look down and saw a huge outline in his leather pants.
Damian:(gasp) SHIT!
He quickly covered his huger boner with his hands.
Finn: Uh Damian? Is there something you need to tell us?
Damian:(exasperated) NOTHING! UH-I HAVE TO GO!
He quickly ran out before the Judgement Day even say word to him.
Damian:(thinking) Shaynell! When I come back, you will be punished for your transgressions.
He quickly goes to his locker room to finished some "Unfinished Business" before the show starts.
#damian priest#puerto rican papi#damian priest imagine#damian priest oneshot#wwe fanfiction#wwe oneshot
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Body Swap?!
Sebun and Uno get body swapped. No one knows how it happened. No one knows why it happened. It just happened. Out of nowhere.
From the moment Uno woke up everything absolutely hurt. He was in astonishing pain. All this hurt and pain made waking up even harder, it took him a while to roll over or even open his eyes. He wanted to go back to sleep. Maybe this was Nico's doing? Something weird always happened with him and his medicine.
When he turned over and finally opened his eyes he was met with a splitting headache from the sun streaming directly on his face. Instead of his friends and the cell in building 13 he was met with a far different sight. Those inmates from building 5 were in the cell with him. Scrambling to his feet he held his pillow in front of him.
"Where the hell did you come from?!"
"What do you mean? We're your cellmates." The old man- Qi gave him a strange look.
"Sebun did you hit your head?" Liang asked, he was worried but tried hard not to show it.
"We aren't cellmates! I'm an inmate of building 13!"
"He definitely hit his head." Upa sighed, clicking his tongue.
Wait. Did Liang call him Sebun? His name was Uno! Looking down at his hands he noticed the bandages. The only other person he knew that had bandages on his hands was Sebun. What was going on?!
"Alright inmates! Time for breakfast!" Samon opened the cell door. At least he was less harsh than Hajime from what he heard. "Oh, inmate seven. I'll be taking you to the doctors this time. I have Houdzuki doing errands for me."
Uno blinked twice hearing this. Did Sebun go to the doctors often? Was something wrong with him?
Realizing that Samon was watching and waiting for him to step out of the cell he hesitated for a second. His bones were screaming at him and his joints felt like they were bleeding from the inside.
"Are you flaring up again? I'll get the wheelchair."
Did Sebun really deal with this all day? He blinked when he saw Samon bring in a wheelchair. His body relaxed once he sat down. Shoulders still hunched, his mind still alert.
Was he in Sebun's body?
After breakfast Samon was taking him to the infirmary. Uno was playing with the ends of his(Sebun's) hair absentmindedly. He stared down at his feet while he thought. Normally, Sebun was carefree and never showed it but Uno couldn't imagine always putting on a façade even though he was in constant pain every single second of the day.
"How does he do this?" He accidentally asked aloud.
"Eh? How does who do this?"
"I- Uh- You! How do you always take me to the infirmary and not... Get annoyed?" In his head Uno was patting himself on the back for a good cover up.
"It's my job. I think if my brother were here he would also give you some compassion and understanding too. I've.. learned it from him."
Uno felt like he was going to cry. Samon was leagues better than Hajime is at building thirteen. He didn't want to find a way to reverse this, maybe he could even get used to being in pain all the time.
Maybe.
The moment he woke up something felt wrong. His body wasn't aching, his head wasn't hurting. There was nothing. Relishing in this feeling for just a bit longer he hoped that Samon wouldn't mind. If the supervisor was in his shoes he would understand.
Then the cell door opened scaring him.
"God damnit! It's way past wake up!"
Samon was never let with wakeup....
He turned over and recognized the unfamiliar surroundings. Noticing that those three from building 13 were scared awake by the shouting. He yelped when he was pulled out of bed.
"You shits should have been up ages ago!"
So this was Hajime Sugoroku. Sebun narrowed his eyes and batted the supervisors hands away. He was not happy that he was with Hajime. Where was Samon? Houdzuki? Someone far better than this shit-for-brains power hungry asshole.
"Hey, Uno. Don't you wake up early to begin your skincare routine?" The emo- Jyuugo asked.
Why did he call him Uno? What was a skincare routine?
"Now that I think about it, Uno doesn't normally sleep in." Nico commented.
"That's the last thing I care about right now! Clean up your futons and get to the cafeteria for breakfast!" Hajime barked.
"Okay, I have had enough of your stupid yelling! It would help if you at least didn't try to rush us. We did wakeup late because you didn't come to get us." Sebun put his hands on his(Uno's) hips.
"The fuck you say to me inmate?" The supervisor cracked his knuckles.
"I said--"
Sebun ducked when Hajime went to hit him, maneuvering around the gorilla of a man with ease. He noticed pink and yellow hair out of the corner of his eye and suddenly it clicked.
Yesterday, Vera was talking about this body switching movie from America. Freaky Friday? Something like that. Of course, because nothing normal happens at this prison, he and Uno just had to switch bodies. Right?
But knowing that would ruin the fanfiction, no? Sebun didn't want to ruin it but he also didn't want to fall for whatever outdated trope this was.
"Just get to the cafeteria!" Hajime yelled in his face.
"Your breath stinks..." Sebun muttered.
After breakfast on their end Sebun was walking back. For once he could look down at his hands and actually see hands, even if they were Uno's. He liked the color of his nail polish and the feel of his hair. No one commented how he just put it in a ponytail instead of the braid it was worn in consistently.
He hoped at least Uno was having fun with a nicer supervisor than Hajime. He himself was having the time of his life not being in pain or needing a wheelchair. It was still there in the back of his mind but he knew this body wasn't actually in constant pain.
By now he would have gone to the infirmary, but he didn't need to at the moment. Just as they were returning to their cells Yamato came up to Hajime and the inmates. He always had this bright smile and a jolly attitude.
"Ah, supervisor! Do you think the inmates cared to join me and 99 for some training?"
A lightbulb went off in his head.
"I'd love to join you!" Sebun blurted out.
"This is a new development! No. 11 you practically avoid training!" Yamato laughed, clapping him on the back rather harshly.
Sebun was never allowed to train at building 5 unless the doctors said he could. He had the opportunity to experience training like Liang and Upa. No longer sitting on the side lines.
"There's something different about you today, Uno." Tsukumo eyed him curiously. Nodding to himself.
"Oh, well, you know me. Full of energy!" Sebun spoke with his hands, something Uno didn't do.
"We'll be going to building 5, again!" Yamato announced, grinning from ear to ear.
When Uno and Sebun met it was like they were staring at themselves in an out of body experience. Sebun was wearing a purple tracksuit, a grin plastered on his own face.
"Oh no, no, no, no. You are not training with my body!" Uno snapped.
"You can't just sit and do nothing with mine!" Sebun fired back.
For a moment Uno wanted to be mad, wanted to be furious but he saw how happy Sebun looked. Sighing he played with the ends of his(Sebun's) hair.
"Fine. You can train, but only because I know everything hurts and you finally have a chance not to feel bad."
"Thank you so much! You're the best!" Sebun brought Uno for a hug. It wasn't actually that awkward hugging yourself.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it. When we swap back though, I'm going to get you back for this." Uno chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Sebun tilted his head like a curious puppy.
"You'll know when the time comes."
"Thanks, Uno!"
It was an accident, involuntary. He wasn't thinking. Kissing Uno's cheek without a thought in the world before he ran off to join Tsukumo. Uno felt his face flush, it was the body's reaction. Not his own. He stared wide eyed at a spot on the ground.
Did Sebun just kiss him?!
The two returned to their bodies the following day. Sebun was greeted with the same unfathomable pain that greeted him every morning and Uno was pleasantly surprised to see his nail color changed from blue to purple.
There were, of course, little things they learned about each other.
Sebun got to learn that Uno was very self conscious even if he tried not to show it, Kiji had stopped by and of course what he said was upsetting to hear. Come on, a 2 out of 100 makes no sense.
Uno learned that Sebun wasn't good at math. He was horrible at it. Actually, he learned that Sebun still needed to do homework. Homework that Kiji gave him. It was a plus not hearing the pheasant call him a 2 out of 100.
The blonde found Sebun sitting under a tree reading. He was always reading. The inmate brought a book of his own this time. Sitting silently next to Sebun he opened his book without a word.
"You brought a book?" Sebun asked. He never spoke first.
"Yeah."
"Don't tell me it's because you don't want to do anything that involves moving around." The purple-haired inmate laughed.
"No, I just want to sit here with you."
"That's... New."
"Is that bad?"
"No, no. It's just weird, is all."
"Y'know what else is weird?" Uno asked.
Sebun hummed in response.
"Getting kissed on the cheek."
"I didn't mean too!" His face flushed red.
"Oh, you didn't mean too?" Uno faked a frown, pretended to be hurt.
"Wait- Fuck, that's not-"
"I know, I know! I'm just teasing you!"
"Asshole..." Sebun muttered.
"Right back at you."
A beat passed between the two as they settled into their books. Sebun reading some type of romance novel and Uno... He chose a fictional adventure.
"Hey, this is out of the blue but, you deserve way more than 2 points. You're at least a 90 out of 100."
"Excuse me?!"
#nanbaka uno#nanbaka#nambaka#the numbers#nanbaka oc#nanbaka one-shot#nanbaka fanfic#nanbaka imagine#oc sebun#uno x oc#uno x seijirou yohei#uno nanbaka#body swap#fluff#ofc its gay
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Any Day Now: Chapter 2
Word Count: 2,924
Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic, so here's a new series
Warning: Language
Pairing: POC OC x Elvis
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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Graceland 1967
"Those damn movies are still doing me in Cece!" Elvis grumbled as his wife looked up from her typewriter. His third rant of the day since he'd gotten off the phone with Tom, but she listened and watched him pace around until he'd eventually turn blue in the face or get hungry,
"Sugar, sit down. You'll tucker yourself out again, and not to mention the kids are still sleeping." Cecelia laughed a little. She watched her husband stop pacing in his tracks. She always knew how to calm him down. Things were still shaky from last night's call with The Colonel, although Elvis didn't want to talk much about it.
"Now take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong," Cecelia said, her hands off the keys.
"I-I-I Oh, I wouldn't want you worrin about me." Elvis smiled as Cecelia gave him that glance. He couldn't resist her beautiful brown eyes when they could see right through him.
"Elvis Aaron Presley... What's bugging you...." she heard him take in a deep sigh as he looked up towards the ceiling, his intoxicating blue eyes keeping her mesmerized with those beautiful long lashes.
"It's The Colonel."
"What'd he do this time..." she sighed, laying in her husband's lap,
"He's got good intentions with this idea, but..."
"You hate it."
"I hate it." he laughed, "You know me so well, don't you." he leaned down to kiss her nose.
"Mmmm, let's see, touring with you from 54 to 56 and then dating you and being your wife. And sometimes co-star, and the mother of our kids, I'd hope I do." she shrugged, "But continue, I wanna know if I have to break his kneecaps.".
"So you know Singer Sewing Machines."
"Mhmm, Midge loves their machines,"
"They want me to do a Christmas Special..." she could hear the aggravation in his voice as he said it. Cecelia was trying not to laugh as he said it, but she couldn't help but think about him in an ugly Christmas Sweater.
"Fine, fine, laugh at me." Elvis groaned,
"Honeybear, I'm not laughin at you. I'm laughin at the fact Tom thought you'd agree to that." she took another deep breath, "You know my mother even knows that's not your speed anymore."
"I'm glad someone knows that." There was a bit of hurt and loss in his voice as if he forgot who he once was, the man climbing the charts, the man women wanted and the kind men wanted to be. He needed a reminder.
"You need a comeback." she rubbed circles on his face with her hand, "And a shave." she joked as he heard her laugh.
"You think I could make a comeback?"
"You're Elvis Presley. You can make anything! Except for food." she mumbled the last part.
"Aye, I thought you liked my charred steak," he smirked,
"It could've been better." she pulled him in for a kiss as he held her close, a small moan leaving her lips. She did miss the times she got to kiss him. Between touring and doing movies,
"Cece..."
"Hmm..."
"If I do this Comeback Special, I want you and the kids with me every step of the way."
"Who said I didn't have NBC on Speed Dial..." her fingers in his jet black hair as she trailed down to his ascot.
"God Damnit, doll, you're my weakness," he smirked.
"And you're mine." she was straddling him now as he looked her up and down,
"Ah, ah, easy there, Tiger, that's how we got twins."
"You started it."
"I did, and we'll finish it tonight. But for now, we have business to do."
"Mama!" rolling off Elvis, Cecelia sat next to him on the couch. The kids were up and hungry, and these two had to act as if they weren't going to jump each other's bones. Sitting at the table, Elaine and Jessie began to argue.
"You do like her!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Woah woah woah, who's liking who," Elvis asked as Cecelia snickered,
"Elaine likes this girl named Estella and-" Elaine covered his mouth as Jessie licked it. She then tackled her brother as Cecelia broke them apart.
"CUT IT OUT!"
"Sorry, mama..." they both said,
"Now, who's this, Estella..."
"A friend." Elaine blushed, "She's pretty."
"Where's she from?" Elvis asked,
"She doesn't know." Jessie shrugged, "But I think she's weird." Jessie continued eating his waffles,
"She's not weird!" Elaine growled at her brother.
"Is too!"
"Will you two stop it!" Elvis sighed, rubbing his temples as Cecelia glanced at him. "Welcome to my world." Handing him a cup of coffee as he kissed her knuckles, "So, I saw you've been writing a few scripts of your own again?"
"Mhmm, I have. Nothing too serious, you know." Cecelia responded to her husband,
"Who knows, maybe you'll direct my Christmas special?"
"Christmas !?!" The twins shouted,
"Can we go!" Elaine asked
"You don't even know where we're going, little Biscuit." Elvis teased.
"Well, where are we going?" Jessie asked,
"California."
California June 1968
Cecelia watched from the background on the NBC Set as there was the bustle of the stage crew running pieces to the multiple sets. Cecelia, however, didn't want to interfere, let alone get in the way. But things were looking hectic, especially for Elvis. It was like a circus that she knew she could tame. Cecelia just had to find the perfect moment to jump in. And say something.
"We fucking lost Howe..." Binder groaned, "No producer, no production, we're behind on everything," Cecelia's ears perked up as she walked over. It wasn't like she was eavesdropping. She was a Godsent, after all.
"How behind are we..." Cecelia asked,
"Mrs. Presley, it's nothing to worry about. "
"I've got some guys who can get us back on track," Cecelia mentioned as he stopped in his tracks,
"Well... The music hasn't been composed. We're only two weeks out from finishing pre-production. We don't have a producer, and I'm up to my ass in stress."
Cecelia laughed as Binder looked at her confused, "If Elvis calls, tell him the production is moving fine." she smiled, straightening out her pantsuit as she looked at Binder,
"But..."
"I'll make some calls. You keep Elvis calm." Her heels, clicking away on the soundstage floor,
"Oh, and Binder."
"Yes, Mrs. Presley, I-I mean Cecelia."
"Say hello to your second unit director," she smirked, twirling her sunglasses.
Later that night, Cecelia had been prepping and planning on the phone, trying to get weeks' worth of work done in the span of an hour. She'd been burning herself on both ends of the candle, but Cecelia wanted it to be perfect for Elvis. She wrote scripts and wrote songs, but she had a mother who knew any and everybody.
"Elaine Marie, leave Jesse alone!" Denise sighed, rubbing her temples, "She's almost as troublesome as her father."
"She's her father's twin," Cecelia laughed. Her mother could hear how tired she was already,
"Have you been sleeping lately..." Her mother asked. She'd been at their California mansion with the twins,
"I have mama... just not as peacefully," Cecelia sighed,
"Is something going on between you and Elvis?" Denise asked. She could hear concern in the voice of her mother.
"No, no, we're fine. We've both been busy, with me helping direct this TV special, and he's making new music for it. We've rarely seen each other." Cecelia laughed a bit, but her laughter was sad, Cecelia thought this would bring them closer, but it felt like they were drifting apart again.
"I see you got yourself into something." Denise sighed,
"I did," she responded, typing away on her typewriter in her temporary office space
"Cecelia Shanel Presley!"
"We just need a producer..."
"Get Midge to do it..."
"You're a genius!"
"What would you do without me, child." Denise smiled.
"Probably die." she joked, hanging up, Denise heard the door open as Elvis walked in, the kids were already asleep, and yet he looked lost,
"Looking for Cece?"
"Yeah, I am, mama..." He sighed,
"She's still at the studio. But what can I help you with." patting a seat for him as he sat down, Elvis laid his head in her lap as she smiled, feeling motherly, "It's The Colonel, we're not seein' eye to eye again, and it's killin me."
"Well, I'll cook you a nice warm meal, and you tell me all about it," Denise asked. She was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and the only thing Elvis could do was worry. He hadn't seen his wife much, let alone the kids. He was up to his neck in meetings and arguments with Tom. "You know if your mother was still here, she'd have had several ungodly words for that man." Denise laughed as Elvis nodded, "I know she would've." He laughed a little. The thought of Gladys still pained him, but he knew he gained another mother, even if it was Denise. She vowed those many years ago. She'd take care of him, and she meant it. Denise was a listening ear and a comfort to him, but she still wasn't his Cecelia,
"So, how have things been with you and Cece?"Elvis sighed, and Denise was dreading the response,
"Well, uh..."
"Well, what..."
"We've been going through a bit of a dry spell." Elvis blushed, a bit embarrassed.
"That will happen when you have kids that little. You'll find the balance," Denise smiled as she heard the door open,
"Sorry, I'm late!" Cecelia smiled, "Steve and..." She felt strong hands wrapped around her back as her lips met his, "You and me..."
"MOMMY!"
"Upstairs-" Elvis mumbled as Denise chuckled,
NBC Studios June 17th
The studio was thick with tension as Steve Binder was trying his best to bargain with, "Listen, Parker. It's a genius idea. I mean, we get him rehearsing with his friends and-"
"That would be ridiculous. No one wants to see that!" Tom rolled his eyes, walking down the halls of the studio towards the lobby,
"It suites Elvis. It's not exactly traditional!" Binder said,
"Singer sewing machine wants tradition."
"Singer wants the singer Elvis Presley." Cecelia gave her keys to the receptionist. Tom's skin crawled when he heard her voice, and Cecelia's eyes rolled when she saw his face.
"Ms. Valmos..."
"It's Mrs. Presley to you, Parker...." she said behind gritted teeth, "If they want traditional, they got the wrong guy," Cecelia said, shrugging her shoulders as Binder gave her the schedule for the day, "Thanks, B," Cecelia said, looking over the call sheet, she could feel that Tom was seething like Satan in Holy water.
"No... No... No..." Tom looked between the two, "You can't be here for rehearsals! Y-You'll distract my boy!"
"Actually, she has to be," Binder smirked.
"She'll be a distraction to Elvis. I tell you, she will!"
"You mean-"
"Hey, uh, Presley wants to speak to the directors." Midge poked her head out of her office as Tom almost fainted.
"Tell him we're coming." Cecelia smiled, her white boots clicking on the studio floors along with Steve's Chelsea boots.
"So... Who's that?"
"Binder, Michaels, Michaels, Binder, Midge will be our producer for the time being," Cecelia smiled,
"Ever produced anything, kid?"
"Music?" Midge shrugged, "A few contracts and budgets?"
"Works for me."
Walking into the rehearsal room, Midge could instantly see the problem. The team had been falling apart even more because the dream was a compromise. She could tell with just how tense everyone looked. The dancers were confused, and there were Elvis elves in a corner. It felt like one big shit show of a hot mess.
"Hey, uh...Cil..." Midge whispered, "You've got a tough one on your hands..."
"I can handle it."
"Can you..."
"Already had to handle a costume meeting." Cecelia sighed, taking a deep breath," We're supposed to fit him in some of them today..."
"Well, there's our choreographer, but where's Elvis..." Midge groaned as she looked over to see Cecelia was gone. Elvis was sitting in his dressing room, his head in his hands as he tried to take a deep breath. Elvis needed to relax. He just needed to sing like the Colonel told him to.
"Belew's looking for you for your fitting, Mr. Presley..." Elvis's head had perked up as he heard the voice. He knew it from anywhere.
"Cece..."
"That's second director Presleyesley to you," she said as she came behind him. He looked stressed, and they hadn't even filmed anything yet.
"You're..." he nodded, "No wonder why Colonels pissed." he laughed as Elvis held her hand,
"Figured you could use the help," she kissed his cheek,
"Now, these costumes..."
"I told Belew it's out of my hands on that one." she laughed,
"Why would you do that, darlin."
"Your show your rules," she walked out of the dressing room, knowing he'd follow her,
"What about the Singer image."
"Singer wants the Elvis image, so give 'em Elvis." she kissed him quickly. Cecelia was right. It was his show, and he could do whatever he wanted to do with it.
"Elvis..." Tom walked in as he saw the two, "Ah yes, just the person I wanted to see..." he glared at Cecelia as he walked past her.
"If you know what's good for you, don't listen to her."
Cecelia's head had turned as she could see the fire in Elvis's eyes ignite.
"You listen here!" Cecelia held Elvis back.
"She's going to distract you with her idea-"
"Idea's that sell Parker! Or the ideas that Elvis has. It's his show, and Singer is sponsoring it," she looked at him.
"It was supposed to be a family fun Christmas special!"
"Another way to keep me at the middle of the charts." Elvis groaned,
"My boy, I'd never-"
"His last few movies flopped..." Cecelia looked at him, "Thus, his last few records were flops." she looked at Tom hard and rageful,
"What would you know about show biz."
"I don't know, but maybe the custom pink Mustang outside from Paradise Records might help. Or the fact I was touring with Elvis before your penguin-looking ass came along! OR-" Tom laughed at her in a mocking tone, making her nearly launch at him, "Yes, and remind me, who's been playing mother goose recently?" Elvis held her back in his arms, almost wanting to take a piece of him for himself. Tom walked off laughing as Cecelia was heated. They'd had bumped heads in the past, but this was worse than before.
"Baby, look at me." Elvis held her close,
"Yes..."
"Whatever I say goes, I'm gonna show him the real Elvis."
"I was wondering when my husband would finally show up." She joked, getting on her tiptoes to ruffle his hair a little.
"Why, you little!"
"Catch me if you can!" she teased, running out of the dressing room and towards rehearsals. Midge was proud that she could handle the chaos surrounding herself.
June 20th
"Anyone seen Presley?" Midge asked, going around the studio.
"Which one, there's two of 'em." One of the production Assistants said,
"The one who's show it is..." Midge rolled her eyes, "Ugh, Hollyweird people." Elvis had been recording earlier that day as they finally made it to the first production day, also known as the countdown to the ending of making history,
"Hey, have you seen Elvis?"
"No, but I got my ticket!"
Cecelia turned as she saw "Rosa!" she hugged her tightly.
"You know there's like two guys outside giving away tickets to anyone, right?" Both Midge and Cecelia groaned,
"Well, make yourself comfortable and-"
"We'll just set up over here."
"Is that Scotty..."
"Rosa... Stop, you love Jerry..." Cecelia sighed, "Rosa..."
"You go find Presley. I'll handle Rosa. Tell him it's almost time to film."
"Tell Binder he's on his way," Cecelia responded, walking towards his dressing room. Elvis heard the knock on his door as he took a deep breath. It had been seven years since Elvis had done a show. His nerves were kicking in, and everything around him told Elvis he couldn't do it. He couldn't make it, looking in the mirror. Elvis could see the young nineteen-year-old boy shaking with excitement to be on any stage if given the chance. But he also remembered the scared twenty-three-year-old in a foreign country grieving his mama. Yet he remembered the twenty-six-year-old in the hospital holding his twins and kissing his wife, who'd been there every step of the way,
"El... you okay?" Cecelia asked, opening the door.
"Just nervous." Cecelia took his hands as she kissed each finger and ring.
"I know you are,"
"What if I-I blow it," he sighed, "I go out there an I stutter or some crap like that."
"Then we'll roll for another take." Cecelia grinned,
"If I forget a word?"
"Then we'll roll another take." she shrugged,
"What if I embarrass myself?"
"Honey, this is your world. We're all living in it." She giggled, "If you mess up we'll roll another take,"
"Well, you're my world, and I enjoy living in you." he kissed her cheeks, then her nose and her lips,
"El!"
"What, it didn't sound right or something?"
"You know what you said!" She laughed, "Now go get dressed, will you."
"Alright, fine."
When Elvis walked out, he was covered head to toe in leather. She'd, of course, seen the sketches of the suit by Bill, but to see it in person infront of her was making her feel things.
"Kinda tight, huh..."
"In all the right places..." she mumbled,
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