Hello and welcome to my first ever writing event! 🫣😅😨😵
My birthday happens to fall the day before Walpurgis Night. Where I'm from we celebrate with friends, watching bonfires, listening to choirs and getting absolutely shitfaced. So we're going to combine that with the myth and folklore of Walpurgis Night and have ourselves a creation celebration! Are you going to confess to your best friend by the flames of the fire, or are you going to get snared by a dark warlock?
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Ohhhhhhh, this is a tough one, Cate! I don't know if you know this, but I don't really have many happy verses. 😂
So I definitely don't want to choose any of the saddest ones. Then you add in the fact that I'm aggressively aroace, irl, and that rules out any of the super smut-centric ones. (Happy International Asexuality Day, BTW!) So the lives I'd actually want to live are limited!!
But the one I keep coming back to as I think about this is I Know I Should Know Better. Yes, there's pain and sadness there (because I wrote it, obviously) but there's also so much happiness and softness in store for this reader. And this Curtis is so protective and caring. I don't think I could do any better than him in any universe.
Well, even if they are not necessarily happy, I feel like they have some kind of silver lining that's gonna show up sooner or later ☺️ but I love I know I should know better and I absolutely understand why you chose it. Retiring at 26 WITH a caring and protective Curtis. Can't find a downside honestly 😌
Thank you for being a part of my Creation Celebration! You choose: Ari Levinson, Only one bed, Omegaverse, Smut and Fluff
I hope you like it! 😘
Ari was a good boss, but sometimes his laid-back attitude almost caused you to break out in hives. You'd told him days ago that the weather would be bad when you were supposed to drive up to meet new clients. Ari had waved it away, saying he was a good driver and it would be no problem. But as you stared at the log blocking the road, you felt the dread rise inside you.
If he'd just listened, you'd already be at your destination, and not have to spend the night god knows where since it was starting to get dark. But that's an alpha for you, always thinking they know best. Still, Ari was your boss, so you did your best not to glare daggers at him when he said, “I saw a motel some way back. We can stay there for the night.”
After he parked, he sent you to the front desk to secure rooms while he called the client to inform them that you'd be late to the meeting that was taking place first thing in the morning.
Your bad luck continued as the clerk said, “I only have one room left.”
For a moment, you contemplated murdering your boss, but then with a sigh, you said, “I'll take it.” All the energy had left your body, and you longed for some rest.
Ari waited by the truck, both your bags in his big hands.
“We'll have to share,” you told him and waved the key.
He walked behind you to the door, and when you opened it, you saw the only thing that might make this bad day even worse. There was only one bed. You had hoped there would be a couch of some sort you could bed down in, but there was only an armchair that you'd never be able to sleep in.
“For fucks sake,” you mumbled.
At least the room was clean. If you'd found odd stains, you'd walked right into the wilderness and let it take you.
Ari put the bags on the floor and sat on the bed, looking at you with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I should know better by now and listen to you. Please don’t be mad at me.”
He had noticed your bad mood, apparently.
It took everything in you not to jab him in the chest and tell him exactly how this was all his fault.
Before you could rip him a new one, he opened one of the bags and pulled out some candy bars and drinks. “They had a vending machine, so I bought us some snacks. After we're done with the clients tomorrow, I'll treat you to whatever you want.”
You looked at what he was offering and you couldn't help notice he'd bought all your favorite snacks and drinks. And you instantly knew which ones he preferred himself.
“Thanks,” you murmured as you grabbed your choices and sat in the chair.
“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” he said next.
It would be a fitting punishment for the situation you were in. But now, as you'd gotten something to eat, you didn't feel half as mad as before.
“No, it's okay, we can share.”
After eating and taking turns in the bathroom, you went under the covers. Fortunately, you had brought a big sleeping shirt. Ari was in his boxers and a t-shirt, and he laid down with his back to you. What you hadn't accounted for was your omega brain kicking in at the nearness of alpha. Suddenly, you could smell all the notes in his personal perfume.
He always smelled nice, but so close in an unfamiliar environment, he didn't just smell like Ari. He was an unmated alpha in his prime, and you were inches away from him. All your natural instincts told you to offer yourself to him as the unmated omega that you were. He’d take care of you and protect you.
“If you keep perfuming like that, Imma have to sleep in the car,” Ari looked over his shoulder at you.
“Sorry,” you breathed. “I must be getting close to my heat or something.”
“Mhmm,” Ari answered. In an attempt to calm your racing heart, you took a deep breath. Instead, Ari flooded into your senses even more and you let out a pitiful whine, clutching the sheets.
“Fuck, precious,” Ari answered with a growl, rolling over to face you.
“I'm sorry,” you said once more. Some kind of explanation was on the tip of your tongue, but before you could form the words, Ari had dragged you over to him, pressing you against his chest, locking eyes with you.
“I didn't want it to happen like this,” he rumbled. His alpha scent surrounded you, made the omega in you calm, and helped you focus.
“What?” You asked at his words, confused.
“This, you, us,” a soft smile curved his lips. “I planned to take you out tomorrow, tell you how I felt about you with a candlelight dinner.”
“I don't understand,“ you whispered.
“You've been invaluable these last few years, and I realized I look forward to going to work every day because of you.”
“Ari.” You wanted to say that you felt the same, but before the words formed, Ari smiled wickedly and said, “Mmm, precious, I like it when you say my name.”
He ducked his head down and pressed his nose against your neck.
“I think I need to hear you say it more, and louder. Make sure everyone else knows you're mine.”
Your hands reached up to weave through his hair and grab hold as you pressed yourself against him. “Yes, please, alpha!” you moaned.
He responded with a chuckle against your skin before starting to kiss it. It didn't take long for him to rid you of your sleepwear and pull off your underwear. Then he made sure you were loud enough to wake anyone sleeping.
Afterwards, you lay on his chest, more content than in a long time.
“Promise you're not mad at me still, precious.”
You smiled and left a kiss on his skin, before looking up at him.
“I am, but you're starting to make up for it,” you answered with a wink.
Thank you for sending in the request! I had so much fun writing it! ☺️ Even exceeded my word limit the tiniest bit because I just kept writing 😅 Not sure if they made it to the appointment the day after either! I have a feeling Ari convinced you to just stay in bed with him the next day because he wasn't ready to let you go yet 🤭
I want to climb up on his lap and ride him until he's drained those shorts are so goddamn slutty AND FOR WHAT REASON ARI
Because he knows it gets you riled up when he wears them 😉 he's just sitting there, looking like he's minding his own business but he sees you looking out the corner of his eye and he knows you're gonna crave soon and climb up there with him, straddle his hips and grind against him until you're ready to rip the clothes off each other. Then he's gonna take you somewhere more private because the others are tired of finding you and Ari fucking 😘
Close quarters is one of my favorite comfort reads and even though it's not part of a series or anything I'm just wondering if Jensen ever proposes to you 🥺
Ohhhh!! That was one of my first Jensen stories 🥹
I’m sad to inform you that Jensen does not propose to you…
What would you put on a playlist of true European vibe?
You know what I mean. Not the stylish, beautiful songs. I mean true European trash (affectionate). I mean Dragostea Din Tei; The Ketchup Song; I mean fucking Coco Jumbo, and all of Modern Talking.
Thank you for being a part of my Creation Celebration! You chose: Ransom Drysdale, Friends to lovers, Marriage of convenience, and Fluff
I hope you like it! 💖
You watched as your old friend sat heavily in the chair across from you in your office.
“Ransom, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I need a favor,” he grumbled.
And that’s how you found yourself married to Ransom Drysdale. Turned out his parents had grown tired of his reckless behavior and wanted him to get married in the hopes it would calm him down. They had presented a few candidates, but Ransom managed to convince them that the only way he would do this was if he got to choose someone.
You and Ransom had been childhood friends, as your parents ran in the same circles. Over the years, you’d gone to college and gotten a well-paid job. Ransom had partied away, but you’d devoted your days to climbing the ranks and reaching a managing position. The times you had run into each other were few, but you remembered them all. Especially the few times you’d gone out and seen him taking shots with his posse. That Ransom looked like he had been running away from something.
He didn't look like that person now, though, as he loosened his bow tie and poured himself a drink in the very expensive suite his parents had booked for after the wedding. There had been no chance at a wild party after the dinner, just some dancing and a cake cutting.
You lifted your dress and walked over to him. You didn't want to think about what it had cost to tailor it to you after you had picked it out. A month was a very short amount of time to plan a wedding and get a dress, but Ransom's parents had provided all the funds. Anything to keep him out of more scandals.
“Want a drink?“ he asked.
“I need to get out of the dress first. Can you help me with the buttons in the back?”
Ransom put his glass down as you turned around. Maybe you imagined how his fingers brushed your skin as it was revealed.
You held onto the front of the dress so that it wouldn't slip down and shot him a grin over your shoulder.
“Thanks!”
As you headed for the bedroom, you heard him say, “Anything, princess.“
After getting changed into something more comfortable, you joined Ransom in the seating area. He had shed his jacket and popped the top buttons of his dress shirt. There was no denying he was handsome, even if he was a brat. But that was also somehow his charm, and you knew that behind the carefully tailored facade Ransom wore, there was someone quietly yearning to break free from it all.
You swirled the glass of liquor he had poured for you and cocked your head.
“Why me?“ you asked him. Something you had been wondering but just hadn't wanted to ask because maybe you were afraid of the answer. Now, though, you were married and you needed to know. His eyes met yours, but then they flicked away, as if he were nervous.
After another swallow from his drink, he said with a strained voice, “It's always been you, princess.”
The silence stretched between you. It truly was a shock to hear Ransom say those words, but you were also delighted. Harbouring a crush on the notorious asshole Ransome Drysdale had been your deepest darkest secret for years.
“Why did you say yes?” he asked. The tone in his voice was defensive, like he expected you to laugh at him for his confession. It wasn't weird for someone who had grown up the way Ransom had, and even though you didn't know his friends, you knew of them. Confessing something personal like that would be dangerous. It meant more than you could say, that Ransom felt safe enough with you to share it.
Instead of an answer, you stood up and walked over to your husband. He eyed you wearily.
“Can I sit?“ you asked, gesturing to his lap.
Surprise showed on his face before he could hide it, and he nodded in response. You curled up in his lap, somehow feeling like you belonged there, and leaned your head against Ransom's shoulder before taking a sip of your drink.
“Because it's always been you for me too,” you answered simply.
Again, there was silence, but Ransom's arm came around your shoulders, pressing you to him. There was no need for more words between you. Whatever the world would throw at you next, you would weather it together.
Thank you so much for writing this! It was so so cute and made me swoon so hard!
Ransom coming and trying to use his one chance to have you and then it works out? He must have been so elated! And then you confess your feelings? Oh he must be so happy 🥰 and reader must be so happy too! This worked out so well for the two of them 🥰
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