#and why do all of them include the word “girl” ew

[edonee]

me: I'd like to browse this lesbian only subreddit, please :)

Reddit: girlcock tonite 👀? may i interest you in some girldick tonight, queen?? ladyboner tonight, perhaps 👀 👀?

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Her Girl (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Sometimes you have to calm Melissa down, and sometimes you get more than you bargained for when you do.

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: anger, gross men, mentioned violence

“And so all I had to say to him was glitter was for special occasions. To which he told me anything could be a special occasion which really made me reevaluate some things,” you said to the camera crew, brushing some of the green glitter off your hands, “an ordinary day could be a special occasion and maybe we should celebrate-”

A teacher rushed past you, throwing a scared glance back over their shoulder. You watched them go before you began to hear the shouting that was coming from down the hall. One voice, in particular, was very familiar.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” you said to the camera crew, before following the sounds of conflict.

Bursting into the staff room you found most of the teachers pushed to the outer edges, looking inwards at the centre of the room. Melissa had the neck of a poor teacher’s shirt clutched in her fist, the other brandishing a plastic knife close enough to his eye to cause concern. The murder in her own eyes was also a concern. He was trying to cower away from her but her grip was strong and her anger unstoppable.

“What’s going on?” you whispered to Janine.

“I think he said something she didn’t like,” she whispered back, “she keeps calling him a pig.”

“Are you going to intervene?” Gregory asked, leaning over to you.

At some point in the last three years you’d been teaching at Abbott you’d become the designated person to calm Melissa down. It had started with small things like noticing when the vein beginning to throb in her temple or the way her gaze turned sharp when Janine began to talk. You would usher from the room or distract her until that anger was forgotten. Now, whenever it looked like she was going to kill someone, you were sought out to stop it on school property.

And no one knew why you were the only one that could calm her down. Yourself included.

“You’re pathetic,” Melissa shouted, “you can’t say shit like that. Not about her.”

“I suppose I have to, don’t I?” you sighed.

You stepped into the no man’s land left from the teachers trying to keep out of the way of Melissa’s rage while still watching the fight. There was a sharp intake of breath from behind. You ignored it, pausing at your friend’s shoulder.

“Hey Mel,” you said, keeping your voice light, letting her know you were there without sneaking up on her, “what’s going on?”

“This piece of shit has been running his mouth,” she replied, the knife coming dangerously close to his eye.

“And you’re planning on stabbing him in the eye?” you asked.

“I’m planning on teaching him he can’t say shit like that,” she said.

You eased your way around her until you were able to see her face. You reached up, curling your fingers around her wrist, the one holding the knife, holding it in case a sudden move took his eye out. His gaze flicked down to you then back to the knife, turning cross eyed as he tried to keep it in sight.

“I’m not sure this is the best way of doing that,” you said to her.

She looked to you, those green eyes flashing with an anger that was far beyond what you were used to. If anyone but Melissa had looked at you like that you would have flinched back, but you knew Melissa. You trusted Melissa. She would never hurt you.

“Tell her what you said,” she demanded of the man.

You looked to him, still held in a death grip. He whimpered at the knife wavering in front of his face.

“I was just voicing my admiration for you-“

“Don’t you dare lie right to my face,” Melissa growled before looking back to you, “he said that he’s fantasised about bending you over your desk and that your mouth looks perfect for blowjobs.”

“Ew,” you said looking back at him, sweeping your eyes over his trembling body, “gross.”

“And so I have to take his tongue so he never says it again” she said.

He whimpered again. You sighed, leaning towards Melissa, lowering your voice.

“There are witnesses. Ava is filming. Think this through, Mel. There’s enough evidence for them to take you down if you do anything right now.”

She huffed, eyes finding your face. She allowed her hand to be lowered by the hold you still had on her wrist. You were soft as you plucked the knife out of her hand. She shoved the man back before releasing him, watching him trip over his own feet to sprawl on the ground. You didn’t even bother sparing him a glance before stepping in front of Melissa properly.

“Come on,” you said, keeping your voice low enough that she was the only one who’d hear, “he’s not worth criminal charges.”

The growl low in her throat shouldn’t have done something to you but an angry Melissa had an appeal that was hard to understand. She was staring at you, clearly thinking it over. Your thumb brushed against her pulse point, feeling it beating hard under your touch. She jerked out of your hold.

“Fine,” she ground out.

“Now let’s leave that creep to…” You glanced over your shoulder at him, nose wrinkling at the spreading wet patch, “find new trousers.”

She strode out of the room, other teachers scattering to give her a clear walkway. You followed in her wake, ignoring the whispers that sprung up behind you. Half running, you trailed her into her classroom, watching her hands clenching into fists.

“Mel…”

“Don’t.” She spun on you, “he was outta line.”

“Sure, but he’s hardly the first guy who’s said something gross about me and he’s not going to be last. At least he didn’t come up to me and say it to my face expecting me to jump into bed with him like it’s some kind of compliment,” you said, “c’mon Mel, you know what guys are like.”

“He has no right to say that stuff about you,” she growled.

A slow smile began to stretch over your face. Her scowl deepened.

“Were you defending my honour?” you asked.

She mumbled something under her breath.

“Melissa Schemmenti, you were totally defending my honour,” you laughed.

“He doesn’t get to talk about you like that,” she said.

“Mel, it’s fine,” you reassured.

“No it’s not,” she snapped.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Because you’re my girl.”

Her outburst wasn’t expected by either of you. She blinked, taking a step back as your mouth fell open, watching her. Your heart thudded against your ribs and for the first time with her uncertainty filled your veins.

“What?” Your voice came out in a whisper.

She sighed, looking less than pleased at the situation she’d found herself in.

“Look, everyone here knows your my girl. They know not to talk about you like that,” she said.

“Okay can we cycle back to the bit about me being your girl,” you said, “what?”

She rolled her eyes before both of her hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you in. Lips pressed together, stealing your breath, making your skin tingle with electricity. Your hands found a home on her hips, pulling her closer as she nipped at your bottom lip. Her fingers slid into your hair as she drew back.

“Sweetheart, you’re the only one who didn’t know you were my girl,” she said, “why do you think I let you talk me out of most of my revenge plans? It’s not because I don’t wanna do them.”

“Have I been your girlfriend this entire time without knowing it?” you asked.

“Course not, hon,” she said, “but you will be.”

“I’m so confused,” you said, “can we got back to the bit where you kiss me again?”

She chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. The anger had been replaced with something softer, the kind of look that you were more used to seeing directed your way from her. You melted under her touch.

“Look, I had a plan that involved inviting you over and cooking. That human skid mark ruined it but he should have known better. I’m the only one who gets to think those things about you,” she said.

“You think those things about me?” you asked.

Her eyes darted to the side.

“Sometimes.”

“What sort of things do you think?” you asked, tugging on her hips until she was flush against you.

“I might have thought about pinning you to my kitchen counter and eating something…” Her gaze swept down your body, making heat bloom within you, “sweet.”

“You better be planning on following through with those thoughts,” you murmured, “otherwise I’ll be very disappointed.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered, lips pulling up into a smile.

“Then I guess I am your girl.”

You kissed her, deep and longing. Her tongue swept in, sending your thoughts spiralling until there was nothing but her. She seemed to delight in the way you moaned into her mouth, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Alright,” she mumbled against your lips, “tonight. My place. Now get outta here before I do something stupid like bending you over my desk.”

“Now who’s outta line,” you laughed.

She swatted at your ass as you walked out of her classroom. You threw a smile over your shoulder at her, only to find a soft smile already on hers. Your heart fluttered at the sight, your dreams seeming to have come true on a random Thursday.

[iridecsense]

 Lip Smacker - m.

⤷ summary: in which izuku, katsuki, and shouto make a bet about what flavor chapstick you wear.

word count: 4.8k   pairing: tdbkdk | fem!reader   warnings: none ♡   genre: crack, smut | lime author’s note: This is a COLLEGE AU, meaning all characters are aged up to 18+ consenting adults—more specifically all characters are in their 20s.

If there was one thing about you that everyone knew, it was that you were not one to shy away from PDA with anyone. And by anyone, that means anyone. It was no secret you were overly-affectionate, especially with your friends. It wasn't a bad thing, just a little jarring at times. 

You were a big cuddler. It was absolutely normal to embrace one of your friends and hold them hostage on the common room couch. It was practically routine. Holding hands was another habit of yours. You hated walking to class alone, and whoever you convinced to go with you would have your hand tightly wrapped around theirs the entire time.

There were other ticks too, like how you’d sit on the nearest person’s lap even if there was space for you elsewhere, or when you essentially tackle your friends into a hug when you got too excited, which was surprisingly quite often. It’s just how you were, and your friends had long since accepted that. 

There was one thing, however, that a certain group of testosterone-heavy someones couldn't wrap their heads around. As harmless and simple as it may have seemed to you, it really stirred up tensions with your guy friends. Out of all your little ticks, there was one tick you loved to do the most, and that was kiss.

It wasn’t a sexual thing. In fact it was far from it. You kissed everyone, including your girl friends. Truthfully, you kissed your girl friends more often than your guy friends, but it didn't change the fact that you kissed a lot. Like... a lot. So much so that the guys of your dorm have a bit of a competition around it. 

You see, you were a very pretty girl. You were sweet and kind, and adorable, and all the things guys fawn over in a spritely young woman such as yourself. Having someone like you around the dorms was a blessing for them. A pretty girl who isn’t afraid of some platonic touching with the opposite sex? What an absolute win!

“I’m telling you guys, y/n totally wants me!” Denki burst into the common room.

“Did you take the stairs? Why are you sweating?” Mina asked, turning around on the couch to face him.

“Yeah, the elevator was too slow,” he huffed, throwing his bag on the floor and jumping onto an empty chair.

Jirou scrunched her nose. “We live on the third floor why are you sweating that much?” 

“Oh my GOD, did you guys not hear what I said?” Denki groaned, changing the subject. “y/n wants me! She wants my plug in her outlet, and she wants me to stick it in and out all night long!” 

The room erupted into a sea of disgusted groans. A rogue pillow found itself impacted in Denki’s face, courtesy of Mina. 

“Ew, dude?!” Jirou cringed. 

Kirishima shook his head disapprovingly. “Come on, man. Not cool.” 

“That’s just gross,” said Sero.

“Trust me, the last thing y/n wants is any of...” Mina gestured to Denki. “that.”

“I know I am going to regret asking you this, but what happened to make you think that she wants you.” Kirishima curiously asked. 

Denki smiled and excitedly made his way to sit on the open seat between Mina and Kirishima. 

“I was walking back from class, right? And I saw y/n walking to class on her own. So, I ran up and offered to walk with her there. She smiles all big, bats her eyes and goes ‘Oh Denki, thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re here! Why don’t you just take me already, oh-hoo-hoo-hoo~!’”

Jirou rolled her eyes. “She did not say that.” 

“She might as well have!” He countered rather defensively. “Anyway, she takes my hand and––dude, she’s so close to me I can smell her shampoo—she's brushing against my arm, laughing at all my jokes; and when we get to the science building she’s all big-eyes and pouty lips, ‘Thank’s again Denki, you are such a good friend,’ and then, boom! She lays one on me, right here!” He points to his left cheek where there was a faint pink glossy mark. 

“Oh, so like, what she’s like with literally everyone else,” Sero bleats. 

“Nah man, you weren't there, you didn’t see the way she looked at me! Those were fuck me eyes, I’m telling you.”

Jirou suddenly stood from her seat in the lounge chair. “Seriously, guys? If you’re gonna keep talking about y/n like that, I’m leaving. You guys are gross. Animals.”

“Yeah, I’m out too.” Mina followed Jirou to their room leaving the boys to themselves.

“I don’t know what they’re so mad about. They get to room with her. If I got to share a room with y/n I'd be the happiest man on earth,” Denki swoons.

“Yeah because you’d be the last man on earth, dipshit,” Sero snickers, causing the others to laugh. 

Denki’s cheeks turn red. “Whatever! You guys are just jealous because y/n likes me the most.”

“What, because she kissed you once on the cheek? Please, she’s kissed me at least three times,” Sero not-so-humbly brags.

Denki shoots up from his seat. “No way!”

“Yeah, and even then, it’s obvious who her favorites are, and—newsflash—it's not you or me.”

Just as Sero was picking apart the last bricks of hope Denki had left, the elevator dinged, revealing the other occupants of the floor. 

Kirishima smiled. “Sero’s right. Your little science building peck ain’t got nothing on whatever the fuck those three got going on with her.” He gestured to the three boys who leisurely walked in.

“What are you guys talking about?” Izuku asked as he stepped from the elevator with Katsuki and Shouto following behind. 

“We were just trying to see which one of us is y/n kisses the most to figure out who her favorite among the guys is,” Sero answered.

Katsuki sucked his teeth, his already permanent frown deepening. “Do you idiots really have nothing better to talk about?”

“It’s easy for you to not care when she’s all over you 24/7,” Denki pouts. “‘Katsuki can you open this for me please? Katsuki can you walk with me to psych? Katsuki can I lay on your lap while you play overwatch?’” Denki offensively mimics the sound of your voice. 

The common room erupted into snickers, turning the hot-headed blond’s neck red. “Watch it, dumbass,” he warns.

“Well, if you’re really that curious, I believe it's me,” said Shouto confidently, earning everyones attention. 

Katsuki’s brow twitched. “Oh, yeah? What makes you think that Icy-hot?”

“I can think of many occasions when y/n has kissed me and most of them were on the mouth. I think that would make me the favorite,” he stated as if it were fact.

It was this revelation that captured the attention of everyone in the room with great surprise. 

“You’ve kissed y/n on the mouth multiple times?” Sero gawked.

“She kissed me,” he clarified cooly.

“No way Shouto kissed y/n on the mouth before me!” Cried Denki dramatically, causing Shoji to comfort him. “That sneaky bastard preyed on our sweet, innocent girl and took advantage of her!” 

“I told you, she kissed me,” Shouto reiterated once more, becoming increasingly irritated.

Kirishima gave a heavy-handed pat to his back. “Congratulations, dude! I didn’t know you had it in you,” he smiled encouragingly.

Katsuki scoffed and crossed his arms. “So what? y/n’s kissed me on the lips too, and some of them weren't just innocent pecks neither.”

A strangled cry muffled by Shoji’s chest escaped Denki’s lips. 

“Guys should we really be talking about this?” Izuku shifted nervously. 

“Don’t go acting all high and mighty, Deku!” Yelled Katsuki. “I saw you and y/n kissing at the culture festival last month!”

“Stalk much?” Sero muttered snarkily under his breath.  Izuku’s cheeks went red and a coy smile spread across his lips. “Well...”

Denki broke free from Shoji’s strong arms and rushed towards Izuku, taking him by the collar. His reddened cheeks were stained with tears and nostrils flared. “Is this true Midoriya? Please, tell me it isn't true!”

“It is,” Izuku admitted, completely flustered and somewhat scared of his passionate, but clearly deranged friend. 

Denki fell to his knees. “You have to tell me what it was like! Was there tongue? How soft were her lips? What did she taste like? Tell me, I need to know!”

“This is getting sad,” Kirishima frowned, genuinely concerned, and Sero nodded in agreement. 

“I-I don’t know,” Izuku stuttered. “It was nice, I guess...” His mind went back to the day she kissed him at the festival by the taiyaki booth, and all the other times she’d placed her lips on his. He smiled softly. “Her chapstick tastes like watermelon.”

Denki smiled. “Watermelon,” he hummed. “Why didn't I think of that, that’s perfect for her! Fresh and sweet, just like her!”

“It’s not watermelon, idiot,” Katsuki spoke up. “It’s vanilla. It's always been vanilla.”

Izuku furrowed his brows. “Vanilla?” 

“Now that I think about it vanilla does suit her style better,” Denki muttered to himself. “I think Bakugou might be right on this one!”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s watermelon,” Izuku asserted. 

“Strawberry.”

Everyone turned to Shouto, who all of the sudden looked very serious. “Her chapstick is strawberry flavored.”

The three boys locked eyes in an intense stare-off. Kirishima and Sero shared a look and identical smirks, hatching the same idea. 

“Why don’t we make this interesting,” Sero cut in, his mischievous grin glinting. “Why don't we make it a bet? Watermelon vs. Vanilla vs. Strawberry. Whoever is right can claim that they’ve kissed y/n the most, and therefore is her favorite.”

“I’ll take that bet,” says Izuku confidently. 

Katsuki scoffed. “You seem pretty confident for a jackass that’s about to lose!” 

“The same could be said about you too, Bakugou” Shouto quipped, poking the blond’s already short-temper. 

While the three fought, the rest of the boys that still littered the room placed their educated bets, spreading the word to the others in a group chat. Soon all of class 1-A and some of class 1-B had placed their bets on what flavor chapstick you wore. 

All of this, of course, was unbeknownst to you as you were conveniently left out of the betting chat, along with Mina and Jirou as were your closest friends and would undoubtedly blab to you about the whole thing. You had to be kept in the dark, which made the events of the following week rather...interesting.

It started the next day, after bets had been placed and the tension between Shouto, Katsuki, and Izuku manifested in their sudden desperate efforts to cater to your every need. You didn't suspect anything at first. You’d just assumed that the boys were being kind. 

You woke up early, two hours earlier than when you needed to be up in preparation for your first class. It was sunrise and despite you still being tired, you couldn't fall back asleep no matter how hard you tried. Giving up, you slipped from your bed and into your robe and slippers. Groggily, you made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a mug of coffee to sip on while you watched TV in the common room until you decided to start your day. 

It was there that you ran into Shouto, standing in his pajamas over a hot stove cooking a fried egg. His back was turned to you and you debated announcing your presence. However, you should have known the son of the number one hero was always incredibly keen on his surroundings. 

“Would you like some?” His question hung in the air, waiting for you to catch it.

“You don’t have to,” you sputter, suddenly flustered. “It looks like you’re almost done. I was just getting some coffee.” You said as you stood at the kitchen island. 

Without saying a word, he grabbed the bowl full of fried rice at his side and slid the fried egg on top, drizzling a demi-glace sauce on top before turning around and placing it in front of you. He took your mug from your hands and replaced it with a spoon. You watched him, almost starry-eyed, as he placed your mug under the coffee machine and pressed the button to make it brew with coffee. He said nothing, and made himself another bowl. 

You smiled softly and took a seat on a stool at the island, deciding to watch him cook instead of another episode of Too Hot To Handle. 

“Thank you, Shouto,” you said as you scooped a spoon full of rice into your mouth. You hummed in delight. 

Shouto’s lips twitched into a barely-noticeable smile, not that you could notice it with his back facing you. “Do you like it?” He asked. 

“I love it!” You praise. “I didn’t know you could cook so well!”

Shouto did the same as he did before, taking his bowl of fried rice and covering it with a hot egg and demi-glace sauce. He found himself a spoon and walked over to the coffee machine, which had filled your mug with hot, black coffee. He grabbed it too, and came over to take a seat at your side. Reaching his long arms to the center of the isle he brought closer the sugar and creamer for your brew. You thanked him again. 

“My sister Fuyumi is the better cook,” he told you. “She taught me how to make a few things for myself while I am away at university. Quick, simple meals, like rice and ramen. Nothing special.”

“Thank goodness for your sister then,” you said. “Maybe I should wake up this early everyday so I can steal more of your delicious breakfast, simple or not.”

You giggled to yourself and took another bite. Shouto watched you from the corner of his eye. He’d never seen you like this, in the morning with a fresh face and your hair tied back, dressed in your pajamas and a robe that hung loosely off one shoulder. 

It is in moments like these, when Shouto finds himself alone with you that he is reminded of your magnetic attraction. Even he could not resist it, the thing about you that cast a spell upon all those you meet, rendering them your adoring subjects. He ate silently beside you, only occasionally engaging in small talk when you incited it. When you had finished, he reached for your empty bowl, prepared to clear it for you, but your hand gripped his wrist. You stood from your stool. 

“The least I can do is clean the dishes. You should go. I know you’re only up this early to train before class.”

Though it was your hand that encased his left wrist, it was he that felt burnt by your touch. You took the bowl from his hand and collected his from the isle counter to wash, but not before you stood on the tips of your toes to plant a soft peck to his lips on your way to the sink. It was sweet, innocent even, perhaps only lingering a half-a-second longer than it should’ve. But unlike the many previous kisses you’ve shared before, he licked his lips and could not help the smirk that appeared in response to the taste of candied strawberries that lingered on his tongue. 

“I was right,” he muttered to himself. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Right about what?” 

Shouto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. You’d never seen him do that before.  

“I mean, you were right,” he corrected himself.  “I should go. I’ll see you later, y/n.”

You nodded your head. “Oh, alright. See you later!” You called after him as he left to return to his room. 

The rest of the day went on rather normally. You had gotten ready and got to class on time (something that was rare) feeling particularly spritely and energized. You assumed it had something to do with having an actual breakfast instead of a singular mug of coffee. You reminded yourself to thank him properly the next time you saw him. 

Around lunchtime was when you encountered Katsuki. You had just gotten yourself lunch from one of the dining halls to eat at one of your favorite spots outside. It was a particularly nice day, especially for the dead of winter, so you decided to not let it go to waste. On your way there you saw a familiar mess of blond hair ahead of you. 

“Katsuki!” You yelled excitedly, quickening your pace to catch up to him.

His shoulders tensed and he stopped in his tracks, craning his neck to look behind him and expected to find someone annoying headed his way. He relaxed only a little when he saw it was you. Still someone annoying, but a lot less annoying than all of the people he knew. Once you reached him you gave a bright grin. The sun shone down on you, igniting the highlights of your hair and the color in your eyes, imitating an almost heavenly glow; the kind that even he couldn't deny made you look perfect. It was one of the many things about you that pissed him off. 

“Where ya goin’?” You asked in an almost sing-song voice. 

“Back to the room to take a nap, why?” He grumbled.

You held up your plastic bag of food. “Want to have lunch with me? I have extra.”

“No.�� He said simply and began walking towards the dorm. 

You pouted, a small whine came from your chest and you chased after him. “Please, Katsuki?” You begged. “I don’t want to eat alone today. Besides, who else is going to help me eat all this spicy pork curry?”

He sighed, once again stopping his journey to his comfortable bed that had been calling his name since his 8 AM class. You smiled triumphantly, knowing you had won. He looked down at your heavy plastic bag full of what he now knows is spicy pork curry and other side dishes. Sucking his teeth he grabbed the food from your hand. “You’re lucky I’m fucking starving. Why buy so much if you weren't going to eat all of it?” 

He nagged you all the way to the campus arboretum, where you had a special place among the grass and trees you liked to sit and eat at. He was only giving you a hard time because it kept him from thinking about how pretty you looked in your dress, or how cute you had sounded begging him to come eat with you. He didn't want to think about how your arm often bumped his because you had an awkward, lop-sided gait, or about the smell of your perfume. All he wanted to do was get to your picnic spot and eat. So he did. 

The two of you ate together on a blanket you had brought. You’d gotten on the topic of final exams which turned into a shit-talking fest about who you both felt in your class would pass and who would fail. He found it very easy to talk to you and you never made him feel bad about the things he said, unlike most people who spend most of their energy scolding him instead of just talking. Not you though. You always let him talk. 

It was when he said something that made you laugh that you accidentally spilled your soda on your dress. You cursed and fumbled for napkins to dab it clean, but the stain was evident. 

“Dammit!” You groaned. “I have class in fifteen minutes I don't have time to change.”

You were so busy cleaning your mess, it wasn't until you felt the weight of Katsuki’s thick hoodie plop over your head that you knew he had even taken it off. You snorted a chuckle and pulled your head threw the neck hole to see him left in his black compression shirt. 

“Take it dumbass,” he told you. 

“You won’t be cold?” You asked. 

“I’m done for the day. Just bring it to my room later.” He said. 

You smiled and pushed your arms through the sleeves, pulling the oversized hoodie over you to cover the stain. It was...toasty, you think is the correct word, and it smelled like his cologne. You closed your eyes and held the fabric to your nose, inhaling his scent deeply. Katsuki furrowed his brows as he watched you.

“It smells so good!” You practically moan. “And it’s so warm. It’s like I’m getting the best hug in the world. A Kaachan hug!” You teased, snickering to yourself. 

Katsuki’s face grew hot, and he pinched your cheek, tugging with his fingers, making you yelp and whine from the minuscule pain. “Who told you to call me that, huh? Can’t you just say thank you like a normal person? I can take my hoodie back and let you walk around with a shitty stain on your dress.”

Your hand gripped his arm, attempting to pry him off. “Okay, okay!” You yell, half laughing, half hissing in pain. “I’m sorry! Thank you!”

Satisfied he let your cheek go, and you soothed the spot by rubbing it in circles with your hand. You pouted while he cleaned the blanket of your mess and threw the trash away while you folded it back up. He decided to walk you to class since he had nothing better to do and he knew you wanted him to (certainly not because he wanted to). When you made it to the entrance of your building you stopped and turned towards him. 

“Thanks for walking me and for the hoodie,” you smiled. “I’ll see you back in the dorms.”

You started to turn around when you felt his hand wrap around your arm, keeping you in place. Confused, you stood still. You might have been imagining things, but from where you stood, it looked as though his cheeks were flushed red. 

“What’s wrong, Katsuki?” You asked, concerned. 

“Don’t I...get a kiss?” He couldn't believe what he was saying. 

“A kiss?” You repeated, also not believing what he was saying.

“As a thank you,” he explained.

Your lips twitched into a teasing smile. “I thought you didn't like it when I did that in public.”

“When has that ever stopped you before!” He countered, his cheeks growing redder. 

You laughed and took a step closer, closing the gap between you. You craned your neck up to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. Unsatisfied, Katsuki sucked his teeth and reached his hand up to your chin, turning your head in a position for him to press his lips against yours, and kissed you. It was unexpected, but after a few seconds, the shock drifted away, and you closed your eyes, returning the kiss. It was longer than the kiss you shared with Shouto earlier that day, but not by much; and once it was over, he licked his lips. 

‘Vanilla...’ He thought as he pulled away. 

His hand fell from your chin and he sighed. “Hurry before you’re late,” was all he said before turning around and walking back towards the dorm, leaving you in a post-kiss daze. 

You made it to your class, albeit, late because your mind kept trying to make sense of the kiss that you’d accidentally passed the door to your classroom...twice. Of course, you had kissed Katsuki before. Kissing him on the lips wasn't necessarily a rare occurrence either. But never had he incited a kiss on his own—and in public? Well, that wasn't even in the realm of possibility before. No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself it wasn't strange, you couldn't help but feel suspicious. 

As you dissociated from your lecture your brain kept replaying the kiss, searching for a reason to why the kiss felt different. No, it didn't feel different. It felt strange. But it only felt strange because something about it felt familiar. It shouldn't have felt familiar. If a guy initiates a kiss with you for the first time it shouldn't feel familiar. Why did it feel familiar? 

And then it hit you. He licked his lips. 

He licked his lips!

Your brain switched to your kiss with Shouto earlier in the day. After you kissed him he had licked his lips too. You thought it was weird then, but didn't think twice about it. Now you were thinking twice.

‘I’m just being crazy,’ you thought. 

In what way could the kisses be related? What? Because they both happened to lick their lips afterwards? So what? That didn’t mean anything. It meant nothing. You were sure of it... 

Almost. 

You shook the thoughts from your head, refocusing your attention back to your professor at the front of the room. After class, you made your way back to the dorms to get started on your studies while Mina and Jiro were out. The sun had long since set, and you were two hours deep in frustration preparing for your Hero Physics midterm when a knock came from the door. 

You welcomed the distraction, considering you were about to re-read the same question for the fifth time with no progress of understanding it anytime soon, and if you read it again without a miraculous conclusion, you were going to bash your brains in with your laptop.

Needless to say, when you opened the door to see Izuku standing in the hall, you welcomed him with open arms. 

“Hey!” You smiled. 

Izuku looked you up and down. You were still wearing Katsuki’s hoodie, but you had switched out your dress for pajama pants and fuzzy socks. It was subtle, practically unnoticeable, but the slightest crease formed in-between his eyebrows when he noticed. 

“Is that Kaachan’s hoodie?” He asked. 

You looked down at your torso, as if you had forgotten you were wearing anything at all. “Oh, yeah,” you said. “I spilled soda all over my dress earlier while I was with him and he let me borrow it. Honestly, I’m thinking about keeping it at this point. I was supposed to return it as soon as I got back but it’s freezing in here because the thermostat is stuck at sixty-nine degrees and this hoodie is so much warmer than any of mine.”

“You should really call maintenance to fix that.” He brushed past you, entering your room and plopping his backpack on the floor by your desk. You closed the door behind him and crossed your arms.

“What's this?” He asked, picking up your notebook. 

“My suicide note.”

Izuku chuckled, looking over your notes and at the assignment on your computer. “I took Hero Physics last semester,” he told you. “I can help you if you want.” 

“If you want to dedicate your time to a hopeless cause, be my guest.”

And he did. He took a seat next to you at your desk and spent the next hour tutoring you on Hero Physics by walking you through questions like ‘Find the velocity of this speed-type hero’ and what-not. Surprisingly, it wasn't long into your session that you began to understand the words on your screen. You didn't suddenly become Einstein or anything, but at some point you started to work your way through them on your own with few mistakes. The assignment you had spent two hours slowly killing yourself over was completed in one with the help of your freckled friend. 

“I think you’re aiming for the wrong profession, Izuku,” you tell him. “Schools need more teachers.”

“Then schools should pay them more.”

You tried to snort back your laughter, ultimately failing, causing  Izuku to laugh along with you. 

“Want a drink?” You asked, standing to your feet. 

“Sure.” He nodded. You left him at your desk and came back with two Arizona teas from your mini fridge to share with him. 

“You never mentioned why you stopped by unannounced,” you said as you took a sip. “Not that you’re ever unwelcome.”

“Oh,” he smiled. “I guess I just wanted to see you.”

You looked down at your hands wrapped around the can, unable to meet his eyes. Izuku always managed to make you blush. You weren't sure if he meant to or not. Either way, he was completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. 

“Well thank you. It’s always nice to see you.”

Similarly, Izuku blushed as well, his cheeks turning pale red. His eyes shifted to the clock on your desk. “I should probably go,” he said, not really wanting to go. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh, right.” You both stood to your feet and Izuku gathered his things. You walked him to the door, leisurely leaning against the doorframe as he exited into the hall. “Think you can keep tutoring me?”

Izuku turned around. 

“I still need to pass finals,” you said. 

He nodded. “Then I'll make sure you pass finals.”

Grinning, you closed the space between you, mindlessly reaching to place a kiss on his cheek when you were reminded of the other kisses you'd shared with Shouto and Katsuki. A thought in the back of your mind spurred from your suspicions—a thought that quickly turned into an idea. At the last second, you acted on your impulse to b-line for his lips, catching you both off guard. You stuck with it, pressing your lips against his harder than you intended. The action stunned him, but it didn't take him longer than a second to embrace it.

It was just a kiss. Not unlike the many kisses you often shared with the others. Not unlike the kisses you've given him before. It was just a simple peck...until it wasn't. 

You pulled away, prepared to give him your thanks for helping you with your studies. But, you never got the chance. Your words were silenced by his lips chasing after yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as your back pressed against the door frame. His hands cupped your cheeks and your lips moved in sync, his tongue daring to swipe across your lips. In the heat of the moment, your mouth nearly opened for him, but he pulled away just as your lips began to part, and you opened your eyes to meet dark green irises peering down at your flushen face. 

Your eyes flickered down to his pink lips, now reddened and somewhat swollen. You watched in disbelief as—just like the others—he, too, licked his lips. 

“Watermelon,” he said lowly. Your chest heaved, your words escaping you. Izuku stepped back, his usual sickeningly sweet smile staring back at you as if nothing happened. 

“We should split some watermelon,” he said. “The next time we study together. That’s my asking rate.”

You nodded hazily. “Okay.”

With that, he said goodbye and left you standing in the doorway to your room dumbfounded. 

.

.

.

Yeah.

Something definitely was up. 

[mioakem]

Ranking all canon gen 1 ships (including nemma and scottney bc of Noah and Courtney)

Gwuncan- ew, i feel like I don’t even have to explain it

Gidgette- honestly I’ve never liked it, they were cute in season one but after that they literally just made out all the time

Scottney- ugh they were fine, like they were kinda cute but also if they wanted to put Courtney with someone after Duncan cheated on her then it should’ve been with Trent bc she’s a petty queen

Gwent- ok they were good in season one but also they were kinda boring? Like idk I was never invested

Ozzy- they had their moments, I’ve grown to like Owen more and more which makes me like ozzy more, idk they’re pretty cute

Coderra- pls pls pls pls pls let me explain for a second 🙏 ok so ik ppl hate them but like….I just have this huge soft spot for crazy girls and idk something abt that one clip at the beginning of roti where she’s wearing his hat and he’s smiling at her is just so adorable and I can’t help but love them

Nemma- putting them as high as I possibly can bc I actually love them together. Idk they just work so well? And it was cute to see noah in love, idk why ppl hate them sm (well I do buttttt) they’re just the best, but sadly I physically can’t put them above the others

Lesharold- ok I’m like…actually a huge Lesharold shipper. They’re just too amazing to resist, like the dynamic? He’s a loser whos head over heals for her and she’s a baddie who he somehow pulled AND they’re in love? Holyyyy shit

Aleheather- words cannot express how much I love Aleheather. They simply are just enemies to lovers, dare I say they are the perfect example of that. Actually scratch that, they’re enemies who love each other, bc even when they started dating the enemy status never left, that’s why they’re this high up.

Duncney- I would like to start this out by saying that this is season 1 duncney. HOLY SHIT THEY ARE JUST THE BEST EVER. I am in love with their whole dynamic. They drive each other crazy, he brings out her wild side while she brings out his soft side. He has the biggest soft spot for her and he pisses her off to no end. Duncney is the most perfect thing on this planet and you cannot take that from my cold dead hands

Lyler- ok even though I’m obv a huge duncney fan I have to admit that lyler is actually my fav ship in the whole damn show. Like idk maybe it’s cause I just love both characters sm but something about them just makes me giggle and kick my feet, like every time I see lyler fan art I get this huge smile on my face bc they’re just so adorable, anyways best td ship, love them sm

[vanishingcherry]

Hey!!

I saw your post about the Instagram au thing.

Could I please have Lando Norris with the face claim @lanipliopa on Instagram (she's so pretty :D)

If your open to specific things, the only things I ask about it is that you pretty please include the photo of lando and luisinha where their at the sand dunes about to kiss??

Also anything to do with yn and Daniel Ricciardo being besties is would absolutely love!!

Thank you so so much :)

hii! she is so pretty omg, here u go <3

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

liked by yourusername, mclaren, carlossainz55 and 789,389 others

landonorris happy new year 🧡

view all 509,985 comments

yourusername ❤️

mclaren heres to '23!

↳ liked by landonorris

landofan4 OH MY GOD THAT PICTURE OF LANDO AND YN

yourfan2 they are both so pretty its unfair

f1 check out lando's highlights on the f1 website!

carlossainz55 so thats why you weren't picking up my call

↳ landonorris no it was because your annoying me

yourusername love you so much, happy new year!

↳ landonorris ❤️

landofan3 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo, yourbff and 50,789 others

yourusername 2022 was one of the most amazing years of my life. i got to travel the world, meet new people, reconnect with old friends and just enjoy. to everyone in my life, thank you, all of you hold a special place in my heart. finally, to lando, i dont have the words to describe how much i love you, just know you hold a bigger place in my heart than everyone else.

view all 1,007 comments

landonorris i love you so much darling, dont know what life you be without you ❤️

landofan1 thats such a cute picture of lando omg!!! happy new year y/n!

landoandynfan HOW ARE BOTH OF THEM SO PRETTY

danielricciardo @.landonorris why didn't you write a nice caption in your new years post

↳ landonorris shut up mate. you didn't even make a post

↳ yourusername answer the question lando.

↳ landonorris im sorry baby, ill do better next year

landonorris my girl is so pretty

yourfan1 LMAO NOT LANDO SPAM COMMENTING TO MAKE UP FOR HIS CAPTION

yourbff why didn't i get a special shoutout? i think i deserve one for putting up with you

↳ yourusername sorry @.yourbff ! i love you so much (sometimes more than lando) and its crazy that you've actually stuck with me through it all. cant wait to spend time with you in 23. i love, love, love you.

↳ landonorris i take offense to that

↳ yourbff good

liked by landonorris, mclaren and 88,943 others

yourusername happy anniversary lovey <3

comments on this post are limited

landonorris you just had to choose the photo where my face looks weird

↳ yourusername ofc baby, love you.

danielricciardo ew why are you matching?

↳ yourusername ew why are you not?

yourbff so cute!

↳ liked by yourusername

liked by yourusername, mclaren, f1 and 2,948,354 others

landonorris to the most beautiful girl in the world, heres to one year! I love you so much and can't wait to spent the rest of the year loving you.

view all 458,945 comments

danielriccardo not you trying to make up for your new years caption

↳ landonorris go away

↳ yourusername hes not wrong

ilovelando AH SHES SO PRETTY

↳ liked by yourusername

yourfan4 lando and yn >>>

yourusername love you!! ❤️😘

landofan2 UGH THEIR SO IN LOVE IT HURTS

mclaren favourite couple 🧡🧡🧡 see you on the grid @.yourusername

↳ yourusername can't wait!

yourusername and landonorris via stories

[livelaughloveloak]

ᩡ A PEARL𓂃🦪

mini series || pt 1 | pt 2

summary: where you move to the metkayina clan with the Sully's excited to finally be free from war and spend more time with Lo'ak but you find him slowly fading away from you.

a/n: Use of she/her pronouns. Reader is Navi. 1.1k words. Not proofread. This chapter was rushed so I'm very sorry if it's no good 🥲

"Lo'ak do you think we'll ever become strangers again" Lo'ak raised his eyebrows and stopped all his movements to look at you with confused eyes.

"What do you mean ma tsawksyul?"

"Like do you ever think we'll both go our separate ways one day and never look back"

The question was haunting your mind for what felt like forever. "Sorry I just felt like I needed to get that off my mind since tomorrow is never promised" You peered down, giving Lo'ak the view of your eyelashes and the war paint he had smeared all over your body including your face.

"Do you think I'll ever give up on you that easily?"

"No." You admitted and looked back up in his honey eyes. "Then there's no getting rid of me" He tilted his head before asking you once again.

" How about you"

"I will always choose you Lo'ak." Lo'ak smiled before jokingly smearing paint on your lips. "Ew gross!" You pushed him back causing a laugh to echo through your tent.

There he was staring at another woman at the same party, on the same night that he was supposed to be only for you. You watched as Tsireya notice that Lo'ak's eyes were glued to her and in an instant she was waving for him to come to her. You looked back and forth in-between them, noticing that Lo'ak was now smiling at her. Your ears went down as your heart started to pound heavily with dread. For the first time in forever you were angry at Lo'ak in fact your blood was boiling at his audacity. Why did he accept you as a date if all he was gonna do is run over to Tsireya at the end.

Did he do it out of pity? Of course at the end you chose to follow your heart instead of your head. "Go talk to her, it looks like she wants to tell you something." You spat with venom then stepped back from Lo'ak's side watching as he looked at you with a puzzled look. "Just go" You pointed your finger towards Tsireya with obvious anger on your face.

Lo'ak opened his arms, going in for a hug after realizing your change in mood. You put your hands on his chest warning him to not come any closer. Lo'ak not wanting to make you more upset just nodded and waved goodbye before walking over to the other Navi.

You spent the party alone although having a date, he was chatting and laughing with another woman. Lo'ak caught your figure and mentally cursed at himself for losing track of time. He meant to spend the night dancing with you. "What is wrong y/n?" A voice came from behind you obviously it was Lo'ak. You winced at the sound of him calling you by your actual name as Lo'ak would always call you by a nickname. Not wanting to talk anymore you turned around and walked away, away from the crowd leaving Lo'ak running after you trying desperately to reach you.

Finally after minutes of walking you stopped in front of the shore, looking down you heard sand crunching which were caused by footsteps coming from behind you. The cold breeze hitting you, making your hair flow and causing goose bumps to appear on your arms. "Hey" Lo'ak stood beside you as you tried your best to avoid eye contact. "What was that about?" He continued to question you but in return he only got the cold shoulder from you. "I mean you obviously scared Tsireya away" You inhaled deeply after hearing him mentioning Tsireya once again.

Is she all he cares about, did you mean nothing to him anymore? Did he completely push aside your feelings? Of course you could never get mad at the girl because she was innocent. But Lo'ak on the other hand made you grit your teeth in anger from his ignorance. Finally after staying quiet you spoke up. "Is that all you care about?" You kept your gaze set on the tides in front of you afraid that you might burst into tears if you looked at Lo'ak's face.

"What?" "I thought you promised that we wouldn't become strangers again" You wiped your eyes, not wanting to break down infront of him. "Hey is that what this is all about? I promise that I will never replace you ma tsawksyul." He walked in front of you, pulling you into a tight embrace before rubbing your back. You smacked his arms away not wanting to hold back and believe in his words filled with lies once again, even if they comforted you, even if they made you lose the doubt you felt, you couldn't just stand back and accept it.

"No, you have already replaced me I mean" You looked away in disbelief for a split second then looked back at Lo'ak. "I was supposed to be your date." You clutched your heart feeling your heartbeat banging against your rib cage. "Y/n i-" You shushed him then backed away. "I'm sorry Lo'ak but this time I choose myself." And with that you ran off into the water, diving in it before swimming away as muffled yells were heard in the background.

"Shit! Y/n come back" Lo'ak ran his fingers through his hair, mad at himself for being so blind. He thought for a moment trying to figure out what to do before he took off in a quick sprint. He was running off to find siblings. By the time he made it to the bonfire everybody had already left to their own shared space. He breathing heavily due to the panick and sheer shock. He ran as fast as his legs could go all the way to his family's marui.

"Help! I need help!" He yelled after bursting into the hut. Neteyam was quick to drop whatever he was doing to listen to his dear brother's request. "Please it is y/n. She is out somewhere in the water alone." The Sully's were quick to react as you basically grew up with all of the siblings as Neytiri and Jake were your second parents. Neteyam walked past Lo'ak going outside the marui motioning for him to do the same. Neteyam signed and grabbed onto Lo'ak's shoulders.

"Be honest with me brother, what did you say?" Lo'ak swallowed hard and with a shaky breath he said. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking but I found this in Marui a couple days ago." Lo'ak shoved in hand in the pouch he always carried on him, fishing out the folded piece of paper he had took from your home. "Look I can't understand what she meant by this" He unfolded the paper and showed his brother.

🏷️: @ihave500hubbiez @avatar4eva @newjeansbonnie @neteyamforlife

if you'd like to be apart of the taglist just comment 🫶

[lowkeyrobin]

Oh hello me again 👀

I had another idea lmao, this one's a little dumber but here me out 🙏

Joshdub x Reader teasing each other over accents/comparing accents (literally any accent I don't mind, I just need Josh content, literally my second favorite of The Boys and second favorite Australian lol)

STOP I LOVE THIS AWERHJRNWNRBSNSN ; thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ; your reqs r literally the best lol ; also I'll have that foolish one you sent me up soon I just need to tweak some stuff

JOSHDUB ; accents

summary ; you and Josh like to bully each other over your accents

warnings ; language, excessive DubDaddy running gag/joke idfk

word count ; 646

masterlist

"Bro, shut the fuck up, no way you're trying to diss me with your biscuits and tea looking self"

"Says you, scorpion fucker!"

"What the hell is happening right now?" Mully questions with a slight laugh, looking over to Juicy, Eddie, Gabby, and Narrator.

Juicy answers his question, "They're fighting over their accents"

The four watch as you and Josh continue roasting and arguing with each other, throwing insults every which way.

You were all staying at Juicy's house for a large sleepover-party, currently located in the living room. Prior to the playful argument, you'd all been watching a dumb action movie, which got paused because you all agreed that it was too boring and wanted to talk instead. The girls, minus Gabby, had left to go pick up some pizza and wings, considering none of you had eaten dinner yet, and it was already seven in the evening.

Gabby laughs, hearing another cruel insult escape your mouth. "When are the girls getting back with the pizza?"

Narrator looks down at his watch, "Hopefully within the next 15 minutes before they strangle each other"

"You're a cock sucker. You literally speak in gibberish"

"Says you! A few sandwiches short of a picnic. What's that even mean?"

"Okay, and I'm supposed to know what chuck a sickie and fire up the barbie mean? Quiet yourself down, Josh"

Juicy snickers, a hand loosely covering his mouth as he looks away momentarily. Eddie laughs, cheering you on in his native language across the room, Gabby under his arm. Mully can't help but laugh with Narrator beside him, both of them unable to hold back their amusement. It wasn't necessarily what you were speaking was funny, it was the tone and why you were fighting that got them.

"This is the stupidest thing we've ever argued over" Josh chuckles, "That includes that time where you tried to gaslight me into thinking you didn't call me DubDaddy"

"Again, that wasn't gaslighting! I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"Why do you say daddy like that?" He laughs, "You accentuate the a like an au sound"

"It's just how I speak! Say tuna"

"Tuna" He speaks, pronouncing it like ch-una.

"See?!" You exclaim, "You're the one talking weird"

"You say tuna like t-ew-nah!" He counterclaims

"Yeah, okay" You playfully roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. You look over at Juicy, then Eddie and Gabby, then Mully and Narrator. "I don't say it like that, right?"

They're silent, failing to hide the smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"To be fair!-" Juicy quickly speaks, "You both sound dumb. Mully does too."

"Ha!" You laugh, looking at Josh with a smug smile.

"What the hell?" Mully questions, looking to Juicy, "When was I involved in them?"

Juicy shrugs, "Since you decided to be Australian, brother"

"Dawg, you can't choose to be a certain nationality," Eddie laughs, using his free hand to rub the T-section between his eyes and over his nose.

"Are we not going to talk about the DubDaddy thing?" Mully asks, refocusing the conversation. "I don't remember this happening"

"Shut the fuck up" You quickly reply, moving your legs around to sit criss-cross on the couch.

"No, no, no. Tell us about that" Juicy giggles.

Josh quickly explains before you can tell your side of the story. "We were on VR Minecraft, after that 24 hour challenge-"

"I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"-And we were trying to at least get to the Nether, right? They fell into a pit of lava, logged out while screaming DubDaddy into their mic, wanting me to help them or get water to save them from the lava pit they were in" Josh chuckles, seeing your annoyed expression.

"I did not call him that, I swear on my life"

"I don't think anyone's believing you, Y/n"

[starogeorgina]

Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/ OC

Warnings: Swearing, character death

1.07

You were surprised to find Alicent waiting for you just outside the dragon pit when you returned to the keep. She has a furious expression on her face. You were glad Harwin insisted on travelling back to the keep by boat instead of dragon back. “Queen Alicent,” you curtsied. You didn’t particularly like her, but you always gave her respect as Queen. “What is wrong?”

“What is wrong? You’ve been gone for months! The king has been beside himself with worry since you returned to Dragonstone.”

“Worrying my father is the last thing I wish to do, but It didn’t seem right to leave Dragonstone so soon after what happened, your Grace. Good men died while protecting our dragons; the least I could do is stand by them.”

Your father's council had declared Arthur Weststar a lone madman; neither you nor Daemon believed this, but with Otto whispering in the king's ear, it was hard to convince him otherwise. Since then, Otto had been fired from the hand of the king, and Lord Lyonel Strong had replaced him. You had remained on Dragonstone, only arriving back on the morning the celebrations for Rhaenyra’s wedding began.

Alicent’s eyes start to become glossy. “I understand wanting to remain loyal to those who protect you.”

You felt bad for her; Alicent was just a young girl, just as you were, forced her into marrying someone before she was ready. You sympathised with how lonely it can feel, and in a way, she’s now lost her father. You clasp your hand over hers and say, “I’m loyal to House Targaryen, and that includes you and my siblings.”

She gulps down and quietly says, “Thank you, princess; your kind words mean a great deal to me. But I must tell you there have been troubling tales surrounding why you returned to Dragonstone.”

Your face heats up. “Forgive me your grace, but I’m unaware of what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently you have been fucking Daemon.”

Disgust is the only word you can think of to describe how you feel after hearing those words. Ew. You loved your uncle very much, but not once had the thought of even kissing him crossed your mind. “I can assure you that is nothing more than a venomous lie. I admire and respect my uncle, but there is nothing further from the truth.”

“I believe you,” she says, clearing her throat. “Have you spoken much to Rhaenyra recently?”

“We have been exchanging ravens, mainly talking about our dragons or her wedding. I do believe Laenor Velaryon is an excellent match.”

Alicent remains quiet for a moment, and when she finally speaks, she asks, “When was the last time you spoke to Daemon?”

“He left Dragonstrone a couple of weeks ago.”

“Did he tell you where he was going?” Alicent’s knuckles were turning white from gripping the fabric on her sleeves so tightly.

“No,” you confirm. “My uncle just told me he was leaving; that is all.”

“Very well, I think it’s best we start to prepare for the celebrations.”

You bow your head. Alicent turns on her heels and leaves, with two knights close behind her. Something about the conversation that just transpired didn’t sit right; although she was asking about you and Daemon, you had a feeling it was more about your sister.

—

“Sister!” Rhaenyra says excitedly as you enter her quarters.

Skilled handmaidens delicately place small sparkling rubies in her hair, which was braided in an elaborate up-do. It blended beautifully with her white gown with gold embellishments. If this was her outfit for the welcome feast, you could only imagine how magical she’ll look on her actual wedding day.

“You look beautiful.”

Her face lights up. “Thank you. I know you have a selection of gowns, but I had the seamstress make one for you especially.”

One of her handmaidens brings forward a black gown made of silk with a vibrant red cloak that has dragons sown into it. The gown has a v-neck with long sleeves that have gold embroidery at the cuffs.

You reach out and your fingers glide along the smooth fabric, tears springing to your eyes when you let go. “It’s stunning, thank you.”

Seeing your eyes start to well up, your sister orders everyone else to leave the room. “Vaella, what is wrong?”

“I just wish our mother was here; she’d be so proud of you.”

“Don’t,” Rhaenyra begins to fan at her face, “you’ll make me cry, and this is supposed to be a happy day. So let’s change the subject while you get dressed.”

“I’ll ask the handmaidens to come back.”

“I will help you get dressed so that it’s just us two, and we can catch up.”

By the time your gown was on and fitted properly, Rhaenyra had filled you in on Daemon leaving her at a brothel, her sleeping with Ser Criston Cole, and the arrangement made between her and Ser Laenor. Truth be told, you were jealous that she was married to someone so understanding; even if she and Laenor didn’t love each other in a romantic sense, you had a strong feeling they would still have an incredible friendship.

“What about you, sister? Was there any other reason why you remained in Dragonstone for six weeks, aside from avoiding Thomas, of course?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. You weren’t sure how Rhaenyra would take your confession; she might think you were being foolish. “I stayed because I wanted to be happy; of course I missed you and my father, but being on the island I felt at peace, and I was even happier because I had Harwin by my side.”

She raises her brows. “Your sworn protector, Ser Harwin Strong?”

You nod.

“I guess we both have a thing for fine knights.”

You look up at your sister and smile as she stands behind you and begins brushing your hair. “I love him, Rhaenyra, in a way that I’ve never loved anyone before.”

“Does he feel the same way?”

“I think so; we haven’t said the actual words to each other because once we do, everything changes.”

She kisses the crown of your head and says, “Then I believe you made the right choice by staying in Dragonstone.”

—

It amazed you how many houses had turned up just for the feast before the official wedding celebrations began. You are seated between Lord Lyonel Strong and your uncle Daemon, who had turned up fashionably late. You were desperate to know what plans he had set in motion for Ely's house, but now wasn’t the time to ask.

Anger simmered beneath the surface of your skin. Queen Alicent had made a mockery of your house by arriving late and wearing a gown the same shade of green as the Hightowers beacon that glows when Oldtown calls its banners to war. It was an insult to the Targaryen name.

From your chair, you look over at Ser Harwin. It was hard for you to stay away from him, but it was best not to be seen as inseparable while at court. But as the night progresses, you can't take your eyes off him. He may be sitting beside his brother not far from you, but you can't shake the gnawing in your gut that if you look away for one second, he'll evaporate into thin air.

You had a sense something bad was going to happen for a while, but your dreams were vague and hard to piece together.

Beside you, Daemon arches his back, and his spine cracks. “Care to dance, niece?”

You accept his hand and follow his lead to the dance floor. You notice his gaze is on Lady Laena as he twirls you around. “She’s pretty.”

“So is her brother.”

The next song that plays is one that requires you to change partners. You dance with a few different lords, and just as the song ends, Harwin takes your hand in his. He holds onto it tightly while placing his other hand on your lower back as slower-paced music begins to fill the room.

“I trust your journey back was well.”

You fall into his voice as he tells you of his travels back to the keep. Harwin once told you he was terrified of drowning, which is why he usually avoided open water unless absolutely necessary. His laugh pulls you from your fixated trance. “It seems fairly safe compared to travelling on dragon back.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Varos.”

He pulls you in closer and quietly says, “No, but my feelings for his rider do.”

Deep down, you knew this thing between you would never last when you returned to the keep, not unless something changed. You didn't want to confess your true feelings to him just yet; you wanted to at least wait until the wedding celebrations were over before you could figure out how to make it work.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a hand come down on your shoulder. “Might I cut in?”

You grimace upon seeing Thomas standing beside you. You had managed to avoid him so far. You fight the urge to smirk, thinking how pissed he must be that Rhaenyra requested he not dine at the top table with the rest of your family.

Not being able to refuse him, Harwin nods and says, “Lord Thomas, princess.”

You feel as if bugs are crawling beneath your skin when you take Thomas’s hand in yours to dance. His tone is biting as he says, “I know what he means to you, Vaella, but you are my wife, not his.”

“Ah yes, your wife, who will one day be a pawn in your game and produce a male heir just for you to try and usurp her sister with.”

Thomas seems unfazed that you knew about his plan. He says nothing and tilts his head back to where Ser Joffrey Lonmouth and Ser Criston Cole are talking. “I’ve just had a conversation with Joffrey; it appears he had a lot of information about your sister and her sworn protector.” Thomas grips your face tightly; he forces a smile so onlookers would think it was just a tender moment between man and wife. His voice is dark and threatening. “I guess being a whore runs in the family.”

“Better to be a whore than a Lannister.”

He smirks, “It’s such a shame what happened to Ser Harwin; not to worry though, I’ll do better next time.”

“Next time?”

“Next time, I’ll hire someone better than a fucking Weststar to carry out a simple task.”

You spit in his face, “Traitors cunt.”

Before Thomas can reply, a sharp scream pierces the room, and all hell breaks loose. He lets go of you to see what is going on; you see a flash of short silver hair. At the same time, a knight of the king's guard grabs hold of you and escorts you to the table where your father is standing up, watching as chaos erupts in the centre of the great hall as the lord and ladies, who were dancing moments prior, push and shove each other, many of them falling to the ground.

Your eyes scan the hall, looking for any sign of Rhaenyra. She had disappeared into the crowd of frightened people. “Where’s my sister?” You ask one of the knights, “Rhaenyra! Rhaenyra!”

A horrified shriek fills the room, but it’s from the opposite direction of where the main gathering is. Your father gripped your shoulder tightly; he was afraid. He looks to the knights standing behind the table and says, “Go find my daughter!”

“There! The princess is over there!” Alicent says, pointing at Rhaenyra, that she was backing away from something. When she lets out a loud scream, you push your way through the crowd to get to her, ignoring the calls for you to come back.

Just as you’re about to reach her, an arm reaches around your waist, holding you back. Harwin pulls you back. “Trust me, princess, you don’t want to see what’s down there.”

“What’s happened?”

“Ser Joffrey Lonmouth is dead,” he says, clearing his throat. “So is Thomas Lannister; he’s been killed.”

“Killed? How?”

“He was stabbed multiple times.”

You step back from Harwin to look at Rhaenyra and see your uncle comforting her. You and Daemon lock eyes, and the small nod he gives you is confirmation that he’s the one who killed Thomas.

A sickening knot twisted in your gut.

You turn to the side and vomit after experiencing a sudden pain in your stomach and wave of nausea. You hated Thomas, but the reality of what you had set in motion sank in. Rhaenyra rushes to your side, rubbing your back with one hand and holding your hair back with another. When you look up, Daemon is gone.

It was just another secret for you to keep.

—

The chill of the night's air bites at your exposed hands as you sit beneath the godswood, looking up at the sky and tracing the stars with your eyes. After the chaos during the feast, your father thought it was best for Rhaenyra and Laenor to marry as soon as possible, which they did in a small ceremony with just family present.

“Princess, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was worried when you hadn’t returned to your chamber.” Harwin says as he marches towards you that when you don’t reply, he kneels at your level, reaching for your hand. “Vaella, at some point we need to talk about what has been going on. I know a lot has happened tonight, but I want you to know that I love you, and I’ll remain by your side no matter what happens next.”

You sigh, “I love you too.”

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye?”

“I need to see a maester.” Looking back, you should have realised that things had changed much sooner than now. You lower your head to look at Harwin as tears roll down your cheeks. “I think I’m pregnant.”

[carlsainz]

𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 – 𝑞. 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑒𝑠

summary: you desperately need a wedding date.

pairing: quinn hughes x reader

note: yup it’s finally here. don’t know when i’ll be posting the second chapter though, but stay tuned!!

warnings: none

word count: 1,5k

lowercase intended.

Act I – The lie

“yeah mom, i’m going to becky’s wedding with a plus one,” you repeated for the thousandth time.

“but who’s the mysterious man?”

“you’ll see him on friday, i promise.”

“it’s really sad you and luke broke up, i wanted to see him so bad,” your mom reminded you of your failed relationship.

“can we please not talk about him?”

“sorry, darling.”

“anyway, i have to go, petey and i were going on a walk with milo.”

“tell him i said hi,” your mom said. “bye darling, have fun!”

“bye mom, love you,” you replied and hung up.

turning to elias, you started laughing like a crazy woman. “elias what the hell was i thinking saying i have a new boyfriend?”

“you were just desperate,” petey shrugged.

“yeah but now i’m supposed to take someone to cali in three days and i have no one.”

“i already said you could take me,” he shrugged.

“ew no, you’re like my brother, i couldn’t pretend you’re my boyfriend. besides, mom knows i wouldn’t date you.”

he stood silent for a few minutes while you thought.

“i have an idea,” elias finally broke the silence with something useful. “you remember quinn?”

“of course i remember him, i’ve spent a whole night making out with him.”

“gross but you could ask him to go with you,” he suggested. “the guy seems whipped.”

“don’t be so dramatic.”

“no i’m being serious, he gets all flushed just at the mentioning of your name.”

“shut up,” you laughed and rushed him, grabbing your dog’s leash.

alone at night, you thought about your situation. you needed someone to take to california with you as soon as possible and, besides petey’s suggestion, there was no one else you could ask. so you texted the last person possible, quinn hughes. the guy you made out while you were both at a team party and, if you were being honest, it was more than good.

hey, you up?

yeah, what happened? was his quick response.

can i ask you a question?

sure

would you go as my plus one to a wedding in california during all star break?

you sent the text and immediately shut your phone down, dreading his response. after a few minutes, there was still nothing from quinn, until your phone started buzzing and you saw his name and a cute picture on the screen. breathing in, you picked up.

“hm hi quinn.”

“hey,” he said and you could sense his nervousness. “would you care to explain the situation?”

sighing, you adjusted yourself on the cushion and started. “okay, a few months ago i was dating a guy named luke, my family loved him and bla bla bla but he cheated on me with my best friend, so of course we broke up. the thing is, my cousin is getting married and i don’t want my family to think i’m a failure, you know?”

“i’m very sorry, he didn’t deserve you,” quinn responded. “but why would your family think you’re a failure?”

“because they’re very traditional and of course for them a woman’s success is directly tied with a good relationship and kids and everything,” you said. “besides, i don’t want people asking me every five minutes why little lukey is not there and what happened.”

“get it,” was all that he said for a while. you two kept just hearing each other’s breathing through the phone while quinn thought.

“so,” he broke the silence. “i would have to pretend i’m your boyfriend?”

“pretty much.”

“all during this all star break?”

“yup.”

he spent a couple minutes in silence. “okay, i’m going with you.”

“really?” you said very loud. “sorry buddy.”

“yeah really, i want to help you,” he said. of course he wanted to help you, but also take the chance of his life with the girl that never left his thoughts since the first time you kissed.

“quinny i owe you my life, i really do,” you happily exclaimed. “i’m going to send you all the information you need, including a guide of my family so you don’t get lost.”

“i’d appreciate that,” he laughed. “well, see you… when?”

“thursday’s afternoon! see you at the airport, quinny, have a good night and thanks for saving my life.”

“it’ll be a pleasure,” he said and, after your goodbyes, he hung up.

after that, you and quinn started texting nonstop whenever you could catch a break from your daily routine and, if you were being honest, you were already having fun. he was a quick learner and you called him in your free times to talk more about your family and things he should know.

it was all a secret but it didn’t stop petey to tease quinn every remaining day asking about you and your family, while quinn just sighed frustrated and felt the heat on his face.

thursday idn’t take long to arrive and you were surprised by quinn at your door when you were getting ready. you honestly didn’t expect that when he asked for your address but it was very cute of him. not sure about the greetings, you just awkwardly hug and laughed and you invited him in.

“make yourself at home, i’m just finishing my makeup,” you told him. “you can turn the tv on and watch something or you can come with me to my room.”

he made a funny face and you noticed the double sense of the phrase.

“oh my god no, not in that way, i uh i just mean,” you stopped and started laughing with him.

“don’t worry, i got it,” he said. “we can study more about your family.”

“perfect! okay so yeah, you can come with me and sorry.”

he only giggled and accompanied you to your room and, while you finished your makeup, he talked about your family so you could judge his knowledge.

the way to the airport was good and it didn’t take long for you to arrive there. the waiting for the flight was bigger but you didn’t even noticed because the company was too good. he kept telling jokes and asking about your relatives and your life and you also got to know him more too and it was very good. he was so different from what other people thought it was funny.

at the flight, you’ve slept during most of it, while quinn read a book about something you couldn’t see. also, he was sweet and let you put your head on his shoulder to sleep better.

already in los angeles, you started feeling very nervous. noticing that, quinn held your hand, bent down and whispered “it’s gonna be okay, we got this.” while squeezing the back of your hand. you sighed, nodded and kept walking and it didn’t take long for you to see your mom and aunt already waiting for you.

their eyes shone seeing quinn and you wanted to sadly laugh because they were more excited to see a guy they’ve never heard of before than you, their relative and daughter.

when you were close enough, your mom clasped her hands together and said “so this is the mysterious boyfriend?”

quinn looked at you and smiled, “yes ma’am.”

“oh please, call me rosie! how’s your name again?”

“quinn, quinn hughes,” he shook her hand with his free one while both your mom and aunt looked at him like he was one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. your aunt barbie was the next and, when quinn called her by name, she almost melted.

you forced a smile before saying “hey, i’m here too, you know”

“hi, my love,” your mom said less enthusiastically and hugged you, your aunt doing the same after her.

after that, you went directly to the car to go to the hotel where everyone was staying and, while quinn kept being the center of attentions, you stayed silent, just thinking.

you knew your mom loved you deeply, but sometimes you couldn’t help but think she liked the idea of you getting married and starting a family more than she liked you and that makes you sad. however, you kept loving her with all your being.

seeing you vaguely staring down, quinn shook your hand. “you ok, babe?”

“yeah, don’t worry,” you answered.

the interaction was quick and your voices were low but of course your mom and aunt heard everything and were smiling from ear to ear.

later, after your things were already in your shared bedroom, it was already time for dinner, when quinn would meet the rest of your family and of course you were scared.

“quinn,” you got his attention. “what if they don’t believe we’re dating for real?”

“they will, don’t worry,” he smiled.

“but they’re gonna ask everything and-“

“don’t worry,” he interrupted you and said again. “i’ve grown up with two brothers that got in trouble all the time, i know how to make people believe me.”

“really?”

he got up and stood in front of you. “really,” he said. “i would never make you look like a fool in front of your family.”

“thanks, quinn, you're the best.”

he smiled down at you and before he could say anything, you heard a knock on your door. “time for dinner, guys,” your cousin said.

[syngasm]

“OPERATION : GET LORD EXPLOSION MURDER LAID”

pairing : denki kaminari, katsuki bakugo

includes : smut, cursing, anal penetration, words of affirmation & affection, coming out, sub!bakugo, bakugo secretly being a sap, virgin!bakugo, kinda stupid denki

This is the shit that makes him angry.

He’s normally angry, more so irritated, it’s Bakugo’s brand. But this made him really angry. His friends sat in a circle, sharing their sex stories while his eye twitched as he slightly hoped they never noticed him. But he’s Bakugo, his presence comes with a fire that cannot be ignored, sadly.

“What about you, Bakugo!” Kirishima patted him on the back with his shark smile, and suddenly all of his friends were looking at him. He decided to admit it, but silently.

“I’m a virgin.” It comes out in a whisper, the quietest Bakugo has been since being conceived.

“Huh?” Sero leans in, so does everyone. “I’m a virgin! Okay? Shut up, don’t even start.” Bakugo turns away from them immediately, not even wanting to see their stupid faces. They’re stupid, he doesn’t need friends anyway.

“Is it because you're so uptight? It totally blows your sexy vibe.” Kirishima concludes, not a hint of amusement in his voice. “Shut up Shitty Hair! I don’t- I don’t need to have sex, it’s stupid anyway! Fuck you, and fuck girls, and guys or whatever!” Within his storm, he left in a cloud of smoke, angry.

“Did he say ‘and guys’?” Sero coughs, waving the smoke away. “You just can’t hear at all, huh?” Mina rolls her eyes. “We should get Bakugo laid.” She suggests, standing tall.

“Who’s gonna wanna fuck him? He’s so..” Kirishima shakes in disgust and then laughs.

They go through with it anyway. They set him up with girls who seem like they’d be his type, and send them his way.

No one really works with Bakugo.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

“I’ll beat you, I always stay on top!”

“You are just so dumb looking.”

“You’re annoying, shut up.”

“Ew!”

“Ugh!”

“Shut up, extra!”

Kirishima watches as he fails over and over again with girls and begins to give up. He lays on their lunch table, which makes Iida reprimand him for minutes. After a while, Iida gives up, and the rest of Bakugo’s group, excluding him, sit down.

“He’s not..he’s not a big fan of girls is he.” Sero groans.

“We tried everything, we tried big tits, small tits, big girls, small girls, smart girls, dumb girls, powerful girls, weak girls, we even asked lesbian girls to try!” Denki frowns as he plops down. “The lesbians got the closest, which is honestly interesting.”

“Maybe we’re shooting for the wrong crowd.” Mina says, looking at Bakugo in line, getting more agitated with each second that a class 1-B girl talks.

Eventually he grabs her face and pushes her out his way. He’s an asshole, but he perks up and sits with his friends.

“Hey Baku-Man.” Denki tries. Bakugo glares with disgust, squinting. “So, talk to anyone interesting?”

“There’s someone.” He says, looking at his food. “And it’s me, I’m the interesting person, the most interesting actually. Get off the table, Shitty hair.”

Kirishima rolls off onto the opposite bench, groaning.

Lunch goes by awkwardly, and as soon as Bakugo leaves, they all exhale. “We can try guys, we have to try something. Maybe after he gets laid, he’ll stop being an ass.” Kirishima hmphs, and try what they will do.

Spoiler, Bakugo is not a hit with the guys either.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“You’re too close, back up before I hurt you.”

“Is this a ploy?”

“Why do you..look like that?”

“Shut up, you’re so fucking stupid.”

“Ew!”

“Ugh!”

“Shut up, extra!”

Kirishima groans again, and lays on the table. “Maybe instead of strangers, we need close friends! Kirishima, flirt with Bakugo!” Sero suggests, Kirishima blinks at him. “I’d be burnt to a crisp immediately.”

“I can try.” Denki suggests, smiling innocently. “Be our guest.” Sero, Kirishima and Mina say at once.

“Hey.” Bakugo sits down, without his lunch, just a bento box that his mother packed.

“Hey Bakugo!” Denki slides in closer to him. “Whatcha got there, Lord Explosion Murder?”

Bakugo goes blank for a minute, Lord Explosion Murder? He looks at Denki for half a second, and then his somewhat shaky hand moves to his box.

“It’s a bento box, clearly.” He opens it, and his friends all lean in to sniff it and sigh. “You sharing?” Kirishima can’t help but ask.

“Fuck no.” He glares at them, and watches them deflate. “Fuck you.” He passes the box down the table. “Thank you, Bakugo!” They all say as they grab one thing from it. It’s almost completely empty, and Denki finishes his portion first.

He looks at Bakugo with the best puppy dog eyes that he can muster. “Please?”

Bakugo is slightly blushing now, he covers his face as he gives it to Denki, who shines with appreciation.

“Wait, stay right here.” Denki gets up and goes across the lunchroom to Midoriya and his friends, to ask Iida for something.

“So what’s the deal, why do you all look so dumb lately?” They all look at him with a somewhat frightened expression.

“I can’t lie, I’m sorry.” Sero let out a breath, and then began to spill. “You told us that you’re a virgin so we wanted to get you laid so we sent you girls but because you’re an asshole, you didn’t do any of them, and then we sent you guys and for the same reason, you’re still a virgin-“

Kirishima tackles Sero to the ground to stop him from talking. “Haha! He’s a funny guy, what a silly man. Uh, we aren’t acting weird, you are!” Mina takes Bakugo’s attention from them. “I don’t want to lose my virginity.” He says, stoically.

“Oh look, Kaminari’s back!” Mina says nervously. “Here, Bakugo.”

It’s a bunch of items from the vending machine, all items that Bakugo orders frequently, and Denki sports a dumb smile. “I didn’t want you to not eat, it’s better than nothing. Iida gave me the money, I’m broke, he told me to say that..well, actually Midoriya told me to, but still.”

“You’re a weirdo.” Denki freezes, and Bakugo leaves after this display.

What Sero spilled stayed in his head, is it that bad he hadn’t lost his virginity?

As dumb as it sounded to him, he wanted it to be special. He made a playlist of songs he’d wanna hear, and what he’d want for aftercare is on a note in his phone.

It’s dumb to him, he doesn’t like how he cares. He tried to not care, even got to the point of bringing her home, but kissing her didn’t feel good. He felt like there was a whole world between them, their hands didn’t interlock in harmony, they didn’t compliment each other, they were just strangers.

“Bakugo!” Denki stops him, the snacks in a trail, as he frees a hand to grab Bakugo’s.

“Kaminari.” He says, not turning back, he was angry, like usual. “I think you actually don’t want to be a virgin, you’re just scared.”

You’re just scared.

“I’m not scared. There’s nothing to be scared of.” Bakugo shook him off with a blast, and left Denki’s arm stinging, but he didn’t leave it alone. “Then- Why not?”

“Leave it alone, Kaminari.” He continued walking, with Denki following close second. He continues to ask, and badger Bakugo with questions, until Bakugo stops, they’re in the stairwell, during gym.

“I don’t owe you anything, and if I find out you told anyone I said this, I’ll rip you to shreds.” Bakugo takes Denki’s collar in his hand, and slams him into the closest wall.

“I can’t just lose my virginity to anyone.” Denki blinks, not understanding it. Bakugo rolls his eyes, the boy is just so stupid. “I want..I want to lose my virginity to someone who’s important to me. Like a partner, or best friend or whatever.”

He expects Denki’s face to be amused, he expects him to laugh, because if the roles were reversed, he’d laugh.

Denki just smiles. “We’re best friends, right?” He takes one of Bakugo’s hands in his own.

“What are you implying, extra?” It’s his defense mechanism, insults and assault, he’s never been a ‘flight’ person, it was always ‘fight’.

Lord Explosion Murder wouldn't run.

“We can- Do you want to lose your virginity to me?” Denki is glowing, he looks genuine. Bakugo blinks at him, the other making him a little weak.

Denki was perfect, he had a body that attracted Bakugo, he was slim but muscled, due to training. He stood there, his warm hand engulfing Bakugo’s somewhat bigger one, with a non-judging smile. He liked that about Kaminari, he could count on him to not understand the circumstance, and even if he did understand, he could still count on him to be sympathetic.

Sympathetic?

Bakugo takes his hand out of his grasp and uses his forearm to push Denki against the wall, harder than last time, and pin him. “I don’t need your damn sympathy.”

“I’m not sympathizing!” Denki says as he attempts to pull Bakugo’s hand from his neck and the other from his chest, from fear of both passing out and getting a boner.

Seeing the other squirm made Bakugo believe him, so he put both his arms down. “I wouldn’t mind.” He mumbles. Denki cocks his head to the side and gets somewhat close, attempting to hear him better. “Whaddya say?”

“I said I wouldn��t fucking mind.”

…

“Wouldn’t mind what?”

Bakugo has to hold his urges back from throwing Denki out the nearest window, is he really gonna make him say it?

“You know.”

“I don’t.” His expression is genuinely clueless, Bakugo turns his head, not showing his vulnerability. “Let’s fuck.”

It’s all he can think to say, Denki gets the hint and he clasps his hands together, not quick to clap but it’s somewhat audible.

“Okay! When, do you want to do it right now or..?”

Bakugo’s face heats up, they're outside of the gymnasium during school hours, and he doesn’t want to get caught fucking Denki Kaminari.

“No! Are you stupid?” Denki slightly nods. At least he didn’t lie.

“We’ll go to your dorm after school.” Bakugo tells him. “So, don’t leave, I’ll be at the entrance.” He folds his arms and walks away. “Not gonna give me a kiss goodbye?” Denki jokes, and smiles to himself.

He doesn’t expect Bakugo to turn around and kiss him though. Bakugo’s lips are soft, and he tastes like something burnt, but it’s not too bad. Denki holds him by the waist and that’s when Bakugo pulls away.

“If I hear a word of this.” Bakugo’s hand ignited, and Denki sweated nervously. He was so gonna tell Kirishima.

With that, they part ways, Bakugo skipping gym and Denki going to it.

“I’m in.” He says to Kirishima, who’s drinking his water. “What?” Kirishima stands up from the ground he sat, with the water in his hand and dribbling down his chin.

“Bakugo let me in. We’re supposed to do it after school today. So, I need the dorm to myself.” Kirishima shakes Denki’s hand excitedly, and then realizes that it’s not very appropriate.

“I can find something to do, Mina and Tsu have been trying to do my hair for ages, I’ll just hang out with them, text me when it’s over.” Denki nods.

“So..Like what? Are you gonna..” His mental assumption sounds dumb. “How does gay sex work?” He whispers it, like a secret. Denki laughs.

“I dunno really, I’ve only ever seen it on porn. One guy puts his thing in the other guy and then boom, pregnant.”

“Oh, I didn’t know men can get pregnant.” Kirishima believes him, sadly, nodding his head into the distance. “You fucking idiots.” Jiro says, she’s been standing behind Kirishima this entire time. “Oh shit-“

“How much did you hear?”

“Just from Kirishima telling you Mina wants to do his hair, anyways, why are you talking about sex in the gym.” Denki gulps hard, he wasn’t even supposed to tell Kirishima.

“We want to know how it works, we’ve got big plans.” Kirishima slings his arm around Denki who smiles fakely. Jiro can’t help but assume they’re talking about with each other.

“It’s just anal. You put your thing inside his butt and fuck it, duh. And no, boys cannot get pregnant.” She rolls her eyes before hitting Denki with a dodgeball.

“Right! I knew that.”

They don’t talk about it aloud after that, just in messages.

Before Denki knows it, he’s at the store buying condoms and candles, and for some reason rose petals and chocolate. Bakugo does not give the wined and dined type, but he said it’s important to him.

He runs, skipping their last period class with a teacher who’s name he can never remember, running to his dorm room.

He scatters the rose petals and lights the candles on the counter and beside. He wasn’t sure where Bakugo wanted to do it, but there were enough petals and candles to be anywhere in the house. He ran a warm bath, just incase Bakugo needed to wash beforehand or after.

All of this was on a website, and from Jiro advice.

He tries to calmly walk to the entrance to pick up Bakugo but trips on the first step and basically rolls down the stairs.

Denki jumps up and dusts himself off, seeing Bakugo in the distance, chewing on a pen.

Who’s topping.

It appeared in his mind, who’s on top? He kept thinking about it, which is why he’s chewing on the pen. He’d be damned if Kaminari got to put his dick in him.

Bakugo looked up once he was close enough. “Hey, Bakugo. Or Lord Explosion Murder, if that’s better.”

He smirks at that, and follows as Denki leads him to the dormitory.

He opens the door to the smell of vanilla, and sees the candles and rose petals. “You fucking weirdo.” He whispers to himself. “Where do you want to do it?”

Bakugo looks around the dorm, Kirishima’s bedroom door is covered by a sheet, Denki’s door is open. The couch has a few spill stains, the bathroom door is open.

“Let’s go to your room.” Denki takes his hand and pulls him ahead. “I changed my sheets, pillowcases, vacuumed, and even wiped off my surfaces.” Bakugo appreciates the gesture, he tries not to smile.

There are condoms on his bedside table, xls. There’s flavored ones, and glow in the dark ones. It’s so Denki of him.

“So, how do you wanna start, just go straight to the sex stuff or foreplay?” It’s a word he’s never said out loud, but he doesn’t want to do the wrong thing and have Bakugo blow him up, literally.

“I want-..” He’s not completely sure, but Denki looks good sitting in front of him on the bed. “I want it to seem natural, just do what you’d do to a girl.” He mumbles the last few words, blushing profusely.

“Oh, okay.” Denki takes that a little too seriously. He pulls Bakugo in by his waist, and lifts his uniform shirt. He kisses his stomach, little light kisses. Bakugo places his hands in Denki’s hair. “Let’s get that shirt off you.” He stands up and lifts the shirt over his head, then does his own.

“Damn, Bakugo.” He smiles and traces the others' pecs. Bakugo slaps his hand, and stifles a chuckle. “Shut up.” The two boys stand close enough to breathe each other’s exhale in. And they do.

“I wanna kiss you.” Denki whispers, before tilting Bakugo’s head up. He can’t fully give himself to Denki, he wants to keep the upper hand.

He leans in and connects their lips. Denki reaches in his back pocket and sprinkles petals over them, and giggles. “Just a little something.”

“Just kiss me, bastard.”

Denki obliges, because he’s such a good listener, Bakugo believes.

Denki snakes his hand into the back of Bakugo’s uniform pants, and the other hand on his waist. He squeezes his butt, which causes Bakugo to moan quietly into his mouth.

“I love that sound.” Denki claims, and then unbuttons Bakugo’s pants, and pulls away so Bakugo can take them off completely. Denki sat on the bed in front of Bakugo, looking at his naked form in awe. “What’re you staring at?”

“You’re so pretty.” Bakugo’s cock throbs with the compliment, and Denki doesn’t miss it. “Oh?”

“Don’t get any ideas, idiot.” He grumbles, but gasps under his breath when Denki takes his length in his hand. “Mm, but I think you do want me to get ideas. You want me to touch you, to taste you. You’re so cute, especially when you’re defensive.”

Bakugo’s cock dribbles with precum, he can’t help it. He’s a sucker for praises. He doesn’t even fight it, he just runs his hands through Denki’s hair.

“What a good boy, Bakugo.” He hears the other whimper, as he strokes him against Denki’s face. He puts his mouth on the tip and hollows out his cheeks. Bakugo’s legs shake at this, and Denki smiles to himself, he’s gonna tease Bakugo about this for so long.

He pushes his mouth into his length until Denki is nose to skin. Well, more so bush, Bakugo doesn’t see the point in shaving completely, he just trims when it seems like too much.

“Fuck.” Bakugo groans, his head flies back as Denki sucks him off, he tastes like coconut, which is not extremely pleasant but soon he begins to taste salty and Denki prefers that over the coconut.

“I’m gonna cum.” He whines, his hands stuck in Denki’s hair, both because he has it in tight fists, and Denki doesn’t comb it often.

Denki doesn’t get to say anything, once he pulls off, his face is painted in hot, white lines.

Once he’s sure, Denki brings a cloth that he made sure to keep in his drawer to his face, and clears his eyes. Bakugo laughs, and smears his still erect cock in the cum on his face.

“You came so fast.” Denki mumbles around the cum that he’s wiped off his mouth with his tongue, and swallows.

“Why am I the only one naked?” Bakugo asks aloud, seeing the tent in Denki’s pants. “Oh, because..I wanted to please you first.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes, and strips Denki of his pants as he wipes his face more. “So, wanna fuck?” Denki smiles. “Is that not what we’re doing?”

“Right.” Denki grabs Bakugo’s waist and flips him under him, Bakugo hits the bed with a groan, but it’s stifled because Denki kissed him immediately. The boy on top’s fingers prod at Bakugo’s entrance.

“I’m not bottoming!” He says as he pulls away. “What? I’m not either.” Denki leans back.

They sit in silence for a second, and then Bakugo puts his hand up. “Rock, Paper, Scissors. Best of three.”

Denki agrees, and they do play. Bakugo loses six times, and insists on yet another redo. “I won, you’re bottom.” Denki gets irritated with the constant fighting, Bakugo continues to squabble and scream obscenities.

Denki quickly changed position while Bakugo complained, he took Bakugo by the neck and pressed him into the bed. “You’re under me, and you’re gonna stop complaining, because you’ll like it.”

Bakugo closes his mouth, he doesn’t bother to fight after that, especially seeing how dominant Denki can get.

“Good boy, you’re too pretty to wanna fight all the time.” Bakugo turns his face, his arms still folded like a kid. Denki moved his hands back toward Bakugo’s hole. “This’ll feel weird.”

He starts with his middle finger. Bakugo groans, it’s a weird feeling, and with the addition of a second digit, his back arches off the bed, it somewhat burns. Denki grabs his cock and pumps it, hoping to ease the pain.

It leaves Bakugo in this strange state between pleasure and pain, and before he knows it, it all begins to feel good. Bakugo moans out Denki’s name, his legs shaking around his hips.

“You ready?” He stops curling his fingers to ask, and Bakugo attempts to catch his breath, he nods.

He was not ready.

Denki had little to no experience with the same sex, only going as far as mutual masturbation, and watching gay porn. He lined it up and just shoved it in.

When Denki lost his virginity, it was to a second year, just a month or two ago. Due to the elasticity of female anatomy, especially when turned on, he did just shove it in, and both parties were fine.

Bakugo was not fine.

His back arched off the bed as he let out a shrill scream. It felt like there was a fire in his ass.

Denki jumped back but didn’t pull out, genuinely confused. They shoved it in on the video, why was Bakugo reacting so much?

“Do you want to stop?! I-I’m sorry!” He was honestly scared a bit of Bakugo, and once the boy is in pain, he just gets worse.

He doesn’t respond, just breathes hard and groans. It takes a few silent minutes, and for Bakugo to break into a cold sweat, for him to adjust.

“You fucker.” He whispered out, mentally spent. Denki leaned in and kissed his neck and lips. He captured his nipple in a pinch and just rubbed gently, he studied the video.

“Kam..” He couldn’t even finish the name. “Fuck me already.” He wheezed, covering his eyes with his forearm.

“If you insist, I'm gonna start slow.” He started with slow, deep strokes. Each punched a low whine from Bakugo’s lips, Denki drank them up, kissing the boy.

“Faster.” It’s all the encouragement Denki needed, he leaned back and sped up, holding Bakugo by his waist and pulling him down onto his length. Bakugo began moaning loudly at this, they sounded like cries, and Denki enjoyed watching his cock bob with each thrust.

Precum spurted onto Bakugo’s stomach, showing that he was enjoying it. It helped to know that he wasn’t hurting him.

He let out a continuous string of “fuck”s matching the thrusts, and reached for Denki’s hands. He pulled them off his waist, one onto his dick and he held the other.

Denki kissed Bakugo’s hand, and began to stroke his dick, it was still wet with both recent precum and from nutting on Denki’s face. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good to me, Fuck, I love you.”

It slips out before Bakugo can even think about it, he still didn’t realize he said it until Denki halted. “You love me?”

Bakugo looks at him through half lidded eyes. He didn’t want to admit to having something of a crush on Denki, but he doubted the other would continue if he lied.

“I do..Like you.”

Denki’s eyes sparkled, he moved his hands to both sides of Bakugo’s head, and began to ram his length into his hole, smiling and groaning himself.

Bakugo’s body began to wrap around Denki, crying out in pleasure. His legs locked him in, and his arms pulled him into a hug.

“I like you too, Bakugo!” Denki grunts out, then kisses his neck.

“Let’s change position.” Denki whispers, he stands up completely and takes Bakugo against the wall. “Shit, you’re so pretty.” The candlelight illuminated Bakugo’s features, it only turned Denki on more.

The walls weren’t the most comfortable, but Bakugo couldn’t even stop to complain, Denki’s thrusts were fast and deep, punching the air out of his lungs.

“My legs hurt.” Denki giggles, he drops Bakugo on the bed, and then gets back into his hole, he moans out at the tightness. “You feel so good.”

Bakugo grins, purring almost. He can feel himself nearing the brink, and before he can even warn Denki, he’s shooting onto his chest.

Denki isn’t phased, especially considering he’s about to paint Bakugo’s insides white.

Bakugo whines once he’s oversensitive and Denki keeps thrusting. Denki takes Bakugo’s hand and holds it. He goes out almost completely, and then back in. He shakes with that final thrust, and Bakugo moans extremely loud at that. “Did you just fucking cum in me?!”

Denki just smiles.

——

Turns out, the bath was a good idea. Denki steps in with Bakugo lead, and sits beside him. “So, you liiike me~?”

“I’m not doing this.” Bakugo turns his back, Denki audibly pouts, and Bakugo turns back. “Yes, I like you.”

“I like you too, Lord Explosion Murder.” Denki leans in and kisses Bakugo’s cheek. “So, what now?”

“What do you mean?” Bakugo looks him in the eyes, he looks at peace. “What are we?”

“We’re people..” Bakugo clearly doesn’t get the hint, Denki slides into his embrace. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” Bakugo interlocks their hands at the question, looking anywhere but at Denki.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

——

“So.” Kirishima slides onto the bench next to the new couple. “How was your night?”

Bakugo thinks back to the night, after the bath, they had another round on the couch, and then one in Kirishima’s room, which was much messier than Denki’s newly cleaned one, but they did it on his sheets nonetheless.

They fell asleep in Denki’s room, fucked out.

“Good, how was yours?” Denki smiles sheepishly. “Pretty good, I got my hair curled, and then washed.” Kirishima grins. “Hey guys.” Sero sits next to Bakugo, who’s playing footsies with Denki across the table.

“Hanta.” Bakugo’s eyes pierce though him. “Denki, you were supposed to fuck the attitude out of him.” Kirishima whispered to him, Denki didn’t even hear him, he was too busy giggling while playing footsies.

“Oh no, they’re in love.”

———— FIN

AAAAA my first published oneshot, AND my shortest time taken (three days, chill)

i’m not sure abt their ages in this one, but they’re in some sort of school, whether college or highschool i dunno. i love denki sm, and i don’t usually write bakugo so he might be ooc..

[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 11

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 7,178

Author's Note: I'm really having doubts about this chapter but I hope you guys like it! Since one of my favorite RomComs (How to lose a guy in 10 days) is trending on tiktok, I thought I would include a small part! Also, shout out to @iheqrtaustin for the idea of Elvis getting handsy when he finds out someone has a crush on Jess.

Masterlist

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 11

Elvis and the guys were in the Jungle room recording some new music. Graceland was full house today with all the mafia members, their wives and their kids so it was kind of hectic but fun. I loved being around kids, not so much in regards to teenagers but none of the mafia members had kids older than 10/11. Everyone was running around having fun, I walked down to the Jungle room to see if Elvis needed anything.

I opened the door quietly, making sure they weren’t in the middle of recording a song. They were all talking and chatting with one another.

“Hey guys.” I smiled.

“Hi Jess!” They all said in unison which made me chuckle. 

“Do you guys need anything?” 

“Water please doll.” Elvis said, the rest of the guys nodding along.

“Popcorn.” Charlie said. 

I chuckled “You got it Charlie.”

I looked back at Elvis to see him frowning looking between Charlie and me. I furrowed my brows but chose to ignore it.

“I’ll be back.” I said and walked out. 

“Uh uh.” I heard Elvis say as I walked down with popcorn and bottles of water for the Mafia members “She’s off limits.” 

I stopped and furrowed my brows. I know it was wrong to listen in on conversations but I couldn’t help but be nosy.

“But-“ Charlie sighed “She’s gorgeous and kind and funny! Plus she has a really nice butt.” 

“Charlie. Don’t.” Jerry warned. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Elvis growled.

“What? It’s true.” Charlie chuckled awkwardly “Look E.P I just wanted your permission to ask her out on a date. That’s it.” 

“Don’t you dare talk about her in that way.” Elvis growled “Have some respect.”

“We always talk about girls that way.” Charlie replied. 

“Listen. She’s my assistant and she’s. Off. Limits. I don’t want anyone getting involved with her.” Elvis replied.

Oh shit, they’re talking about me. Charlie thinks my butt is nice?? Ew.

“It’s just a date. Why is she off limits?” Charlie replied quietly. 

“I think she’s seeing someone actually.” Jerry said.

I am? What does Jerry know that I don’t?

“What?” Charlie and Elvis asked in unison.

“Who?” Elvis continued. 

“I don’t know.” Jerry cleared his throat “Grace mentioned some guy called Matt.” 

Elvis scoffed “Please. She’s been on one date with the guy and said nothing came of it.” 

We also almost kissed at Elvis’ party but I haven’t talked to him in a while. Janice has been hounding me on calling him and going out on a date with him. 

I knocked on the door, deciding enough was enough. Why the hell were they discussing my dating life and I hated being the topic of conversation in their locker room talk. I was just glad Elvis and Jerry put a stop to it instead of letting Charlie go on. I liked Charlie, he was sweet and funny but I’m not attracted to him in any way, shape or form. 

“Okay.” I forced a smile, pretending like I didn’t just hear any of that “Water for everyone and popcorn for Charlie.” I said, placing the tray filled with water bottle and a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. I didn’t look at Charlie, I didn’t want him to think I was flirting with him or doing something to encourage his thoughts especially after getting drunk together and dancing with him. 

“Let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be upstairs.” I said, looking at Elvis who nodded in response. The mafia threw around a murmur of thank yous as they reached for the water. 

I walked up the stairs seeing the kids running around and shouting as they played tag. They were being a bit loud and Elvis was trying to record. 

“Hey kids!” I shouted getting their attention “How about we go outside, enjoy the sun and play tag.” 

“Yeah!” They all cheered and ran outside.

“Jess, you don't have to do that.” One of the wives laughed. 

“It’s okay, I love kids. Plus I think Elvis might march up here at any minute saying that he can’t record.” 

I headed outside to see the kids waiting patiently for me to come out. 

“Okay, I’ll count to ten. Everybody hide!” I said and turned to give them my back while I counted. 

I ran after the kids while they shrieked loudly and ran away from me. I laughed as I ran after Sofia and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, picking her up “Tag, you’re it!” I said while she giggled. I placed her back on the grass and ran away from her.  

We had been playing for a while when the kids decided they wanted to tackle me instead of playing tag. 

“Get Jess!” Ethan, one of the kids yelled which made all of them run after me while I sprinted across the yard. 

I could see the group of adults standing on the foyer, Elvis being one of them, standing with his arms crossed of his chest and a huge grin on his face. 

“Save me!” I laughed, still running away from the huge group of kids. 

“Get her kids!” Elvis yelled. 

“Traitor!” I yelled back and then shrieked when Elvis jumped down the steps that lead to the house and started running after me along with the kids. 

I sped up but Elvis was faster and was able to wrap his arms around my waist and tackled me softly to the ground, making sure he landed on the bottom while I landed on top of him with my back against his chest. We were both laughing as the kids threw themselves on top of us. 

“Ouch!” I laughed when one of the kids’ elbows dug into my ribs.

“Okay! Okay! Kids off!” Joe yelled, clapping his hands “Come on!” 

The kids groaned and got off. I rolled off of Elvis and got up, dusting off my jeans. I reached my hand out to Elvis, he grabbed my hand and pushed himself off the ground. 

“Jess, will you still play with us?” Ethan asked. 

“Yeah come on, one more round and then that’s it.” I replied “Go take a break, drink some juice and we’ll play the next round.” 

“You’re really good with kids.” Elvis said, smiling softly. 

“It’s the big sister in me.” I chuckled, shrugging.

“Aren’t you supposed to be recording?” I asked, walking towards the house with Elvis walking next to me. 

“I was but then the kids and your screams kept interrupting us.” Elvis replied, giving me a pointed look.

“Oops.” I laughed “I took them outside so that you can record, it seems like I was no help.” 

“It’s okay.” He laughed. 

“Let’s go!” The kids yelled, running out of the house.

“Play with us.” I said, grabbing his arm when he started going up the steps.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Pleaaase.” I pouted, squeezing his forearm. He frowned looking at me for a second then he rolled his eyes. 

“Fine.” He huffed. 

I grinned, power of manipulation. Seems like the King can’t handle when someone pouts. 

We started with Elvis being it, he ran towards me making me sprint the other way “Sofia! Save me!”

“No!” Sofia giggled. 

I gasped “Sofia! You’re supposed to be my friend!” 

“No one is going to save you Jess!” Elvis chuckled, still running after me and completely ignore the kids he ran past. 

“You’re it!” Elvis yelled when he tapped my shoulder and ran away from me. I huffed and turned to run after him. 

“I’m done! I don’t want to play anymore!” He yelled, running away from me. 

I laughed at him “That’s not fair!” 

Elvis grabbed Ethan and placed him in front of him “One more step Jessica and off goes the boy.” He threatened. 

“Please Jess tag me! You guys are no fun! You’re just playing with each other.” Ethan grumbled, trying to shrug Elvis’ hands off of his shoulders. 

“I don't want to play! Tag Ethan!” Elvis said. I grinned and side stepped Ethan, making Elvis take off. 

“You’re so fast! You and your incredibly long legs!” I yelled after Elvis. Elvis laughed and headed towards the pool, putting the pool between us. 

“No where to go!” I said. 

“Actually, there is somewhere to go.” He smirked. I furrowed my brows when all of a sudden he came running towards me. I gasped when he hugged me to him and threw both of us into the pool. 

“Oh you son of a bitch.” I gasped, laughing when I shot out of the water. Elvis laughed and slicked his now wet hair back and away from his forehead. I laughed, placing my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down into the water. I held his head down for a second when he started tickling my sides under water, I shrieked and dropped my hands off of his shoulders. 

“Were you trying to drown your boss?” Elvis asked with a huge grin on his face.

“Yes! And I would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for my ticklish body.” 

Elvis laughed and reached over to swipe some of my wet hair back and away from my face. I smiled softly, feeling my cheeks heat up at the close proximity. Elvis and I were a few inches away from one another. His grin faltered and he sighed, his eyes drifting down to my lips. He kept his hand on my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly back and forth. I licked my lips, looking at his lips. 

“Are we going to continue the game or are you guys going to start making out?” Ethan asked, with his hands on his waist. Elvis allowed his hand to fall off of my cheek. 

“Ethan!” I gasped, splashing water at him. 

Ethan laughed and ran away. Elvis sighed and started going up the steps to get out of the pool.

“We need to start getting ready for the BBQ tonight.” Elvis said, not looking back at me as he walked into the house dripping wet. My heart was still racing as I followed Elvis out of the pool and into the house. 

I showered and got dressed in a dress for the BBQ, the house was in full swing. The guys and Elvis were preparing the meat, the wives were setting up the tables, Martha and I prepared the mashed potatoes and salads while the kids continued running around playing various games. 

Elvis kind of avoided me the entire time we were setting up, I also kind of did the same since I really wanted to kiss him. 

Did he feel the intense feeling I felt while we were in the pool? Sometimes I just have this overwhelming need to be close to him. Was it because he was kind of a forbidden fruit or am I actually developing feelings for this man? We are definitely a great team, my job doesn’t feel like a job most of the time. Slowly over the course of the two years I have worked for him we had gotten closer and closer. Even the simple act of him defending me makes my heart swell. I know he will always protect me and I will always protect him even if it is from his own father. 

The men started distributing the steaks, I usually made my own at the end because I loved mine medium rare so I was waiting for everyone to get their meat and head to the sides buffet. I walked out of the kitchen and into the yard with a bunch of drinks for everyone. As I placed the drinks on the table, Elvis walked to me with two plates of steak in his hands.

“Here.” He said, handing me one of the plates “I made yours medium rare.” He fake gaged, he loved his well done. I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him. 

“You made mine?” I asked, taking the plate from his hand. 

“Yes.”

“Thank you Elvis.” I smiled, be still my heart. 

“Your welcome darlin’” He smiled softly. 

Everyone took a seat at the multiple tables that were placed on the yard but I couldn’t find an empty chair for myself. I took my plate with me, heading towards the house to grab a chair from the kitchen. I passed the table where Elvis, Charlie, Red and Joe sat at.

“Where you goin’ doll?” Elvis asked. I stopped by their table.

“I need to see if there are any extra chairs inside, there’s no place for me to sit.” I replied. Elvis smirked then turned his head and smirked at Charlie who furrowed his brows in confusion. 

“Nonsense. There’s plenty for room right here.” Elvis replied gesturing to his lap. 

“Funny.” 

What was he trying to do? Make Charlie jealous?

“I ain’t makin’ a joke doll.” He replied, still smirking. He rolled his eyes then wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down to his lap.

“Elvis.” I said through gritted teeth. Elvis chuckled, placing his hand on my bare thigh and moved my legs so that they were between his legs, I was now siting sideways on his lap. I held my breath at the slight touch. The mafia chuckled while Charlie gulped and stared intently down at his plate. 

I sighed and placed my plate next to his. 

I was frozen in place, Elvis’ arms still around me. The arm that was around me held the knife while the other held the fork. He cut into his steak and took a bite. 

“Aren’t you going to eat, Jess?” Joe asked, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at how uncomfortable I looked siting on my boss’ lap.

“I’m good.” I smiled timidly at Joe, he chuckled and shook his head. 

Elvis on the other hand paid no attention and reached for my plate, cutting into my steak. 

“Here.” He said raising his fork to my mouth. I moved my head back and turned to look at him, my mouth gaping open.

“Just eat darlin’.” He chuckled. 

“No.” I grumbled, pushing his hand away. I placed my feet on the ground, moving to get off his lap. Elvis dropped the knife and placed his hand on my waist, pushing me back to sit on his lap.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” He whispered in my ear “Now eat.” He growled lowly. 

I sighed and ate the piece of meat that was on the fork he held.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered in my ear and looked towards the mafia to see them all looking at their plates as they ate, he quickly planted a small kiss on my neck. I choked on the steak as his lips made contact with my neck.

“Wow.” Elvis chuckled and patted my back softly “You alright?”

“Yes.” I replied and reached to take a sip of water “You are so dead.” I whispered into my cup before taking a sip. 

Elvis threw his head back and laughed “I didn’t do anything!”

“You wish she was siting in your lap, huh Charlie?” Elvis asked with a huge smirk on his face. 

“Elvis.” I hissed. Charlie choked on his steak while Joe and Red laughed at him. 

“Don’t listen to him Charlie. Ignore him.” I said. 

“Jess.” Grace said walking up to our table “You can use my chair, I’m done eating.” She said pointing at her chair which was two tables away from us.

“Thanks Grace.” I replied, she gave me a look that said “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Thanks Grace but she’s fine here, ain’t that right Jessica?” Elvis asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

“No, you’re very wrong actually.” I replied, grabbing his hand that has now started to softly caress my bare thigh and pushed it off. He pouted when I stood up, I reached over and pinched his arm. 

“Ouch! What was that for!” He laughed, rubbing his arm. 

“For being annoying.” I replied, picking up my plate. The other mafia members laugh at Elvis while he rubs his arm to ease the pain. 

That son of a bitch. Embarrassing Charlie and I like that. He deserved a punch to his shoulder instead. 

We had music playing the entire time but after dinner the TCB band got on the make shift stage in the yard and started goofing around using their instruments. People were getting up on the stage and singing, the BBQ kind of turned into a karaoke party and it was hilarious. 

“What the heck was that earlier!” Grace asked standing next to me as we watched one of the mafia wives sing. 

“I don’t know! Ugh! I wanna punch him!” I grumbled.

Grace laughed and shook her head “Jerry told me that Charlie has a crush on you.” She wiggled her brows.

“I know! I overheard him saying he wanted to ask me out on a date! Grace, he’s not my type at all!” 

“Yeah, I know your type.” Grace replied and pointed at Elvis with her eyes. 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes but didn’t deny it. 

“And you know what I think he was trying to do? I think he was showing Charlie that you were his.”

“His?! No. I think he was trying to show that he’s the alpha male, that asshole.” I huffed. 

“You need to open your eyes Jess.” Grace said “Jerry and I see the way you two look at each other.” She said sincerely. I gulped nervously, avoiding her eyes. 

“I wanna sing.” I said, staring at the stage “Come up with me.” I said pulling on her hand.

“No way.” Grace shook her head.

“Please! I can’t get up there on my own.” I pouted. 

“Fine, but which song?” Grace asked. I smirked, I knew the exact song to dedicate it to Elvis. 

“Oh no.” Grace laughed, reading my mind. 

Let’s be clear, I don’t have the best singing voice and if you would’ve told me a year ago I would be singing in front of Elvis Presley I would’ve laughed in your face but after spending so much time with him I no longer feel shy to sing in front of him. Plus, he’s heard me scream along to music in the car. 

“You’re so vain by Carly Simon.” I whispered to the band. They smiled and nodded, knowing the song because it came out recently and its been a big hit. 

I looked at Elvis and smirked while he smiled back at me. 

“For you.” I mouthed to him and winked. He furrowed his brows and sat up in his seat, straightening his back.

Grace started singing the beginning of the song while I waited for my turn to start singing the song.

“And all the girls dreamed they’d be Elvis’ partner! They’d be Elvis’ partner, and!” I sang loudly into the mic “You’re so vain!” I grinned and pointed at Elvis “You probably think this song is about you, you’re so vain! I bet you think this song is about you, don’t you, don’t you!”

Elvis rolled his eyes, biting his smile back. Grace and I continued singing and dancing, the other wives singing loudly along with us. I obviously don’t think he’s vain but he really annoyed me plus the song was stuck in my head ever since it came out. 

Grace and I laughed and hugged each other as the song came to an end. 

After a few more people went up, Elvis came to stand next to me.

“Nice song.”

“Thanks, I hope you liked the dedication.” I smirked. 

“Oh I loved it.” He replied sarcastically “I especially loved the lyric change to my name.” 

“I think that line was the only line that’s true about you in the song.” I chuckled.

“So you don’t think I’m vain?” 

I gaped and turned to look at him “You didn’t think I was serious right?”

He chuckled and shook his head “No, I didn't think you were serious. Did I think you were getting up on that stage and proclaiming your endless love to me through a song? Maybe.” He joked. 

“I was thinking of singing I love you, baby to Charlie.” I joked. 

Elvis gave me a poker face “Not funny.” He grumbled. 

“Who’s next?” John asked into the mic.

“Elvis!” I yelled, grabbing Elvis’ hand and raising up in the air.

Elvis shook his head, no.

“Elvis! Elvis!” Everyone started to chant. 

Elvis sighed and pulled his hand out of my grasp “This is the second time I do something for you today.” He said, poking my nose while I grinned at him in victory. 

“How will I ever repay you?” I asked sarcastically.

He grinned and leaned in, as if about to hug me but instead whispered in my ear “You. In my room, once everyone is gone.” 

I took a deep breath, feeling like my entire body was on fire. 

He grinned moving back to see my face. I clenched my jaw which made him chuckle “You’re so cute.” 

“Go.” I grumbled, pushing him back by pushing his chest.  

He laughed and headed towards the stage. 

“Okay! Any requests?” Elvis asked, swinging a guitar over his shoulder. 

“Lawdy Miss Clawdy!” I yelled, cupping my hands around my mouth. 

“Anything for you.” He winked, speaking into the mic.

Why is he being overly flirtatious? 

Grace turned from where she stood next to Jerry to give me a look. I rolled my eyes at her. 

Her words rang through my head for a second before I shook them off “I think he was showing Charlie that you were his.”

He started singing, fully keeping eye contact with me as he sang the lyrics.

“Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy miss clawdy. Girl, you sure look good to me. But please don’t excite me baby, I know it can’t be me.” He grinned. 

“Lord, I swear, girl, what you’ve been doin’ to me. I’m gonna tell everybody that I’m down in misery.” He wiggled his brows which made me chuckle.

“So bye, bye, bye baby!” I yelled, singing along making him chuckle mid song “Girl, I won’t be coming no more! Goodbye, little darling, down the road I’ll go!”

“That’s it! Thank you!” Elvis said, removing the strap off the guitar and handed the guitar over to John. 

I was finally able to catch up with Janice after being on tour but she kept on hounding me on calling Matt up. She says it would be cute for us to both be in a relationship at the same times since her and Chris made things official over the four months that I was gone. I liked Matt, I don’t know him well enough and honestly he’s been out of my mind since Elvis and I slept together but I decided why not give it a shot. I called him up and asked him out on a date during the weekend because it was my day off. For some reason I felt slightly guilty going out with him when I know I shouldn’t be. Elvis clearly moved on the day it happened and slept with so many girls after me so I shouldn’t be feeling the way I was. I ignored it and got ready instead. It was 6PM and I was almost done getting ready when someone knocked on my bedroom door. Opening the door I was met with Grace.

“Hey! What are you doin’ here?” I grinned.

“Jerry needed to drop some things and I thought I would come and see what plans you have for the weekend. Based on the way you look, you’re going out!” She wiggled her brows “Please tell me its a guy.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face “It is.” 

“That Matt guy you told me about?” 

“Yup.” 

“Does Elvis know?” She raised her brow.

I frowned “Why should Elvis know?”

“No reason. Just asking.” She shrugged “So what are you guys doing?”

“Early dinner at that Italian place then maybe a walk in the park.” 

Grace smiled softly “Have fun Jess.”

Matt and I were having a great time at dinner. We talked a lot and were having a lot of fun. We started walking along the side walk a few blocks from the restaurant. Matt slowly reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers together. I looked up at him and smiled while he blushed and smiled back. 

“I hope you liked our date.” He said.

“I really enjoyed it, Matt.” I smiled. 

“I honestly keep getting the vibe that you might not want this. So I was shocked when you called me yesterday.” He said, still holding my hand as we walked. 

“You know I was gone for like four months and honestly I don’t think a relationship would work if I’m away a lot.” 

“You want this to be a relationship?” He asked, biting his lip.

“We’ll see.” I chuckled. 

“So we’ll go on more dates?” He asked, his eyes lighting up with hope. 

“Yeah, why not?” 

Matt stopped walking and pulled me back to stand in front of him, he grabbed my other hand and smiled down at me “We never got to kiss at that party.”

“Yeah.” I breathed. It was weird that I didn’t get this intense feeling to kiss him. This pull that I always felt when I was with Elvis, it was like he had this gravitational pull to him and I couldn’t help but want to lean in to feel his lips on mine. 

He leaned in cautiously, his eyes glancing back and forth between my eyes and lips, gauging my reaction. I closed my eyes and leaned forward. His lips gently met mine, he smiled against my lips. It was sweet but it didn’t make my heart beat out of my chest, it didn’t make me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I pulled back and smiled reassuringly, I didn’t want him to think I didn’t like the kiss. 

“Let’s go get some ice cream?” I asked. 

“Sure.” He grinned and nodded. 

We continued walking hand in hand when all of a sudden a loud honk from a car burst out next to us. I jumped, because the car appeared out of no where and the street that we were walking on was practically empty. I turned as the car pulled up next to us with the windows rolled down.

“Get in the car.” Elvis growled from the driver’s seat. 

What in the hell?

“Elvis?” What was he doing here.

“Get. In. The. Car. Jess.” Elvis said not looking at me but instead looking straight ahead. 

“Hey man, we’re kind of in the middle of something right now.” Matt said, squeezing my hand. 

“Hey man” Elvis mocked Matt’s tone, turning to look at us. “I wasn’t talking to you.” Elvis’ jaw clenched when his eyes drifted to our joined hands. I gulped and pulled my hand out of Matt’s grip, choosing not to fight Elvis because I had never seen him this angry even in the darkness of the night I could tell he was mad about something.

“It’s okay Matt. I’ll-I’ll call you later, okay?” I practically whispered to him. 

“Jess.” Matt shook his head “We’re on a date, it’s you day off. You have no obligation to him.” 

“It’s fine. Raincheck, okay?” I gave him a forced smile. 

Matt sighed and nodded. I reached over and grabbed the handle of Elvis’ Cadillac, opening the door and getting in. The moment I slammed the door shut, Elvis sped off. 

He was gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were turning white. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, looking straight at the road.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” I asked, really confused. 

How did he even know where I was? 

He breathed heavily and ignored me. The restaurant we ate at wasn’t far from Graceland so we got home fast. Elvis got out of the car and slammed the door harshly causing the whole car to shake. He grumbled something under his breath, clenching and unclenching his fist, storming into the house. I remained seated in the car, shocked and confused. I got out of the car and walked up the steps that lead to the house. Grace and Jerry walked out just as I was about to open the door. 

“I’m really sorry Jess.” Grace winced. 

“Why?” I furrowed my brows, confused as to why she’s apologizing. 

“He asked me where you went and I thought just to provoke him, I told him you went on a date with Matt. I didn’t think he’d drive over to you and pick you up.” 

“How would that provoke him?” I asked.

“Jess.” Jerry started.

“Jess, did something happen between you two? He seemed really hurt when I told him.” Grace interrupted. 

I chose to ignore her question. “I don't get why he’s mad. He’s mad that I went out on a date? He has no right to be, he has slept with dozens of girls.” I said, starting to get mad. Especially after knowingly making me walk in on him fucking a girl and then making me get him another girl to fuck. Was he doing that on purpose? To get me jealous. 

“I think you two need to talk.” Jerry replied.

The problem was right now I did not want to talk, I wanted to fight. 

Jerry and Grace left, I stormed into the house. 

“Why are you mad?” I asked when I saw Elvis stomping up the stairs, heading to his room.

“I’m not.” He growled. 

“Oh really?” I hissed. 

“Don’t start Jess.” He replied, continuing up the steps.

“You started it.”

“I did not.” He turned around “I needed you here and you weren’t there. You didn’t even tell me you’re going out.”

“Oh, you happen to need me on my day off? I don’t have to tell you anything. It’s My. Day. Off.” I growled. 

“When you’re going out fucking around with random guys-“ He growled but I interrupted him.

“Oh! So its okay for you to fuck other girls but I can’t fuck other guys?” I clenched my jaw, I hated how he made me feel like the dirtiest person. Hypocrite. 

“You fucked him?!” He yelled, storming down the stairs and coming to stand an inch away from my face, breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring. His eyes engulfed in rage, his bright blue eyes now dark as night. 

“Yes! And it was amazing.” I said, wanting to push his buttons. What was he going to do?

“I-I-I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He hissed, moving back and going to the table to grab his keys. He stomped to the front door, car keys in hand.

Oh crap, he’s serious. 

“Elvis! I didn’t!” I yelled jogging after him as he headed out, I grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back “I didn’t sleep with him.” I said, gently.

He stared into my eyes, looking back and forth, seeing if I was lying or not. 

“Did you kiss him?” He whispered. I stayed quiet, dropping my hand from his arm. He clenched his jaw, grinding down on his molars, moving closer making me step back until the front door hit my back.

“Did. You. Kiss. Him?” 

I gulped “Yes.” I whispered. 

“That son of a bitch.” 

“You have no right to be mad.” I whispered. 

He grabbed my face with one hand and swiped his thumb harshly over my lips as if to wipe something off. 

“You deserve some serious spanking.” He muttered over his breath, still holding my face.

My chest heaved, starting into his eyes. Heat pooling down at the thought of being thrown over his knee. 

“Fuck this.” He grumbled, smashing his lips to mine. Oh fuck I missed those lips. I moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him closer. His hand slipped from my face instead grabbing onto my hips, pulling me closer to him. My pelvis pushing into his, I could feel his semi hard on poking my hip. He reached back and opened the front door, pushing me into the house while still kissing me. 

“Elvis.” I sighed against his lips. 

“Hmm?” He asked, kissing my lips. 

“Elvis.” I said, pulling my face back. Both of us panting heavily, my hands still on his chest and his hands still wrapped around my waist. 

“Don’t Jess.” Elvis sighed, shaking his head. 

“We can’t.” I whispered “You know we can’t.” 

“Tell me this kiss was better. You know it was.” He said, leaning his forehead on mine.

It was. Of course it was. He didn't even have to ask.

“Elvis, the kiss with Matt was barely a peck.” I whispered, moving my hands up to cup his cheeks. He sighed, keeping his forehead on mine and closed his eyes as I caressed his cheeks. 

I didn’t want to admit that it was way better and I felt nothing when I kissed Matt but maybe it’s because I developed an emotional connection with Elvis that made the kiss way better. I’m trying to gaslight myself at this point to believe I would feel something for Matt. I wanted to, he was sweet and kind and funny and… safe. 

Elvis then leaned in a planted a chaste kiss on my lips “Let’s not do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” He whispered then pulled away and walked up the stairs without turning back. He slammed his bedroom door with force. He emphasized you. I didn’t really regret it, it was amazing but I think it placed this weird tension between us. I felt guilty for a second but the anger came back because he’s such a hypocrite. How dare he be mad at me for going on a date?! Just because we slept together he now thinks I owe him an explantation when I did nothing wrong. It wasn’t like I brought Matt over and paraded him around like he did with girls. He had no regard to my feelings so why should I regard his?

Thank god no one was home except Grandma Dodger who was probably asleep since it was 10PM, hopefully she didn’t hear our yelling because we were being so loud. I took a deep breath and stomped down to my room. I slammed my bedroom door shut and got ready for bed. Sleep felt like a lost cause because I kept tossing and turning especially since I wasn’t used to sleeping this early, I usually slept at midnight. My mind was racing. The Matt kiss, then Elvis appearing out of nowhere, the Elvis kiss. I kissed two guys in one night, who am I? I groaned, this day was so good then Elvis had to ruin it. I actually enjoyed the date, it was fun. Screw him, why am I up thinking about him anyway?! I squeezed my eyes shut and did some breathing exercises that I heard helped make your body relax and make you fall asleep. 

I don’t know how long I fell asleep for but I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. I opened my eyes and turned to the clock that was placed on my bedside table, it was 5AM. What the heck? Who’s up at 5AM?

I yawned, running my fingers through my hair to tame my bedhead down. I opened the door to see Elvis dressed in a thick jacket and jeans with a cowboy hat on his head. 

“Good morning.” He smiled. 

“Morning?” I said, it came out as a question because what is he doing here at 5 in the morning?

“Get dressed and wear a jacket, its cold outside.” He said and started to walk away.

“What, why?” I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Just do it Jess and wear your cowboy hat and boots!” He called walking away, not turning around. 

What the heck? I shrugged but still got ready. It wasn’t that cold yet during this time of year but it was getting colder at night and early morning. So I wore a dress with some shorts underneath and a jean jacket with wool on the inside and my cowboy hat. I walked out of the house, the sun had just started to rise and it was kind of cold. I spotted Elvis feeding his horse Rising Sun. 

“What’s going on?” I called, leaning on the wooden fence. 

Elvis turned and grinned taking in my cowboy hat “Do you want to learn how to ride a horse?” 

I grinned “You’re going to teach me how to ride?”

He shrugged and nodded. I could tell from the look on his face that this was his apology for last night. Plus it made my heart pound in my chest because he remembered when I said I wanted to learn how to ride. 

“Elvis, you don’t have to.” I sighed. 

“I want to. Now come here.” He said. I walked over to the little wooden door and walked towards him and Rising sun.

“You’ve ever ridden a horse before?” He asked as I reached over to pet Rising Sun and shook my head no “Okay, I’ll help you up.”

I placed my foot on the saddle and tried jumping on but I couldn’t so instead Elvis wrapped his hands around my waist and hoisted me up on the horse. 

“You okay?” He laughed when he saw the grin on my face. 

“I’m more than okay.” I replied, looking down at him. 

“I’m glad. Let me lead you around and get you and Rising sun comfortable.” He said, pulling on his reins and leading the way. 

“This is the best day ever.” I said which made Elvis chuckle. 

“We’ve barely started. One step to getting your cowgirl fantasy.” He said. I laughed because he actually remembered everything I said that day. 

After a little bit of Elvis walking us around, he gave Rising Sun a snack for being a good boy. 

“Do you want to go get coffee and then we can get started on your official first lesson.” Elvis said. 

We walked together to the kitchen and drank our coffee then headed back to the stables. 

When we walked out we spotted Grace and Jerry getting out of their cars.

“Hey! Good morning! You guys are up early!” Grace said, looking between us. Probably thinking back to last night and if we were okay. I smiled reassuringly at her. 

“Yeah, I’m getting a horse riding lesson from this one.” I grinned at Elvis who smiled softly back at me “What are you guys doing here?” I asked. 

“Oh I needed to pick up some paperwork but we’re on our way to go visit my parents and its a few hours away.” Jerry replied. 

“It’s on my desk upstairs.” Elvis pointed back to the house. Jerry nodded and headed towards the house while Grace, Elvis and me walked to the horses. 

Elvis helped me up again on the horse while Grace leaned against the fence, watching us.

“Okay, pull on the reins and get him to walk.” Elvis said standing next to the horse. 

I pulled on the reins but he stayed still “He’s not moving.”

“Give him a little kick.” Elvis replied.

I gasped “I’m not going to kick him!” 

Elvis threw his head back and laughed “Just a small one, it doesn’t hurt them, don’t worry.”

I looked at him with uncertainty and shook my head no. 

“Honey, just a small kick.” 

“Jess! Turn!” Grace called out. I looked at her and smiled when I noticed her pointing her film camera at me “I got a new camera and you look really cute, I had to take a picture.”

I chuckled. 

“Okay, let me show you. Move up a bit.” Elvis said. I scooted forward on the saddle as Elvis hoisted himself up and swung his legs around the horse. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back into him a bit. His thighs wrapped around mine. “Okay, watch my foot.” He said and gently kicked Rising Sun causing him to trot forward. I jerked back into Elvis’ chest at the sudden movement. 

“Come here! Let me get a picture of you two.” Grace said calling us over. Elvis led Rising Sun to where Grace stood. We both smiled at Grace as she took the picture “Okay, now without the cowboy hats.”

I removed my hat and placed it on my lap, soothing my hair down while Elvis did the same. He then leaned his head forward and placed his chin on my shoulder, wrapping an arm around my waist, both of us grinning at Grace. 

“Aww, so cute.” Grace said. 

Elvis kissed my cheek and leaned back, pulling on the reins to walk Rising Sun away. I bit my lip, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. 

Jerry and Grace waved goodbye, getting in their car and leaving. 

“Okay, you ready to do this on your own?” Elvis asked. I wanted to say no just to keep his arms wrapped around me but I nodded so he gently jumped down to the ground. 

“Actually I think it would be better if you wore a helmet, you’re not very confident and it sometimes scares the horse.” He said and stretched his hand to me, to help me off the horse. We walked to the stables, I hung my cowboy hat on one of the hooks. Elvis grabbed a horse riding helmet off the hook and placed it on my head, clipping it in place. 

“You ready?” He smiled at me, placing his hand on top of the helmet that was on my head and shook it. 

“Yes! Let’s go!” I said and pulled him with me. 

I got on the horse again and gently kicked him to move.

“Great! You’re doing so good!” Elvis said as I started walking Rising Sun around. 

I walked Rising sun around for a little while then I wanted him to trot. 

“Not yet.” Elvis said.

“Please.” I pouted. 

“Doll, you need to be really confident and know how to hold on.” Elvis shook his head “No.”

“Pleeaase.” I begged. He sighed and looked up at the sky “Just a little bit.”

“Fine, but hold on tight. Kick him a bit stronger. But please hold on tight.” Elvis said and leaned his back on the fence, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I kicked him stronger than the last time. 

“Wow!” I yelped and tightening my hold on him but it worked. 

“Good job!” Elvis grinned. 

I turned my head and smiled at him, loosening my hold on the reins when Rising Sun reared back and stood up on its hind legs. I gasped, my body jerking back. Everything felt like it was happening in slow-motion but it all happened in a second. I slipped off the horse and landed on the ground, my head slamming harshly on the sand. Darkness engulfed me, hearing Elvis call out to me from a distance. 

Taglist: @urrfavvana @girlblogger2002 @butlersluvbot @iheqrtaustin @dramaticpandabear @godlypresley

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

[jihyocentric]

suggestion! can you write jihyo is upset with nayeon because she do the zootopia video with jeongyeon...nahyo is dating but the others does not know including jeongyeon... so jihyo become all sulky and sensitive and the others was confused of why she's like that...

nayeon should’ve kept her word and called jihyo instead of jeongyeon to record the video that got her girlfriend grumpy all day long, but something about jihyo being passive-aggressive, trying not to show she’s jealous but failing at it, is too precious.

jihyo doesn’t know how obvious she’s being. the girls notice how jumpy she gets whenever nayeon is on her side, and they figure they had fought. it wasn’t unusual for them to get into small conflicts from time to time, but what surprises them is how touchy nayeon gets with jihyo.

it starts with small kisses on their leader’s cheeks during breaks and the way she keeps a protective hand around jihyo’s waist. soft hugs from behind were a must, and when someone messed up and had to redo the choreography by themselves, nayeon would keep hugging jihyo.

jihyo doesn’t say a word. not even when nayeon becomes talkative, asking if jihyo wants some water, if she’s tired, if the hugs feels nice — she gets not answers whatsoever. nayeon has always looked out for jihyo, but the attention she gives to their leader that day felt off.

“what's on with these two?” tzuyu asks curiously, jeongyeon on her side, sitting on the couch during a break.

“no idea,” jeongyeon replies, eyes on jihyo and nayeon as she drinks water, using her fifteen minute break to rest.

on the other side of the room, jihyo sat quietly on the ground, back against the wall, focused on her phone. she’d be joining the others to have a small chat if she wasn’t upset, a permanent pout visible for whoever looked at her face, and nayeon doesn’t hesitate to kiss it once she sneaks close to jihyo and sits next to her.

tzuyu’s eyes widen immediately. “was that a kiss…”

“ew,” jeongyeon winces.

jihyo and nayeon were too busy in their own world to notice they were being watched. nayeon pats her cheek softly, making jihyo look at her grumpily, knees up to her chest.

“i’m sorry.” nayeon touches her face tenderly, fixing jihyo’s messy hair, the smile on her face somewhat annoying. jihyo knew nayeon loved to be the center of her attention, amused whenever she got jealous. “you know you’re unnie’s special baby, mhm?”

jihyo blushes, hands instantly covering nayeon’s mouth. “don’t say that!”

nayeon takes jihyo’s hands, pulling them away from her face, laughing. the pink hue on her cheeks were priceless, filling nayeon’s chest with warmth, proud of herself for being the only one capable of breaking jihyo with mere words.

“then stop sulking,” nayeon negotiates, scooting closer to jihyo. “i just called jeongyeon to do it because the fans asked for it, you know that.”

jihyo’s pout grows bigger, unaware that not only jeongyeon and tzuyu’s eyes were on them, but the other five were staring at them.

“but you promised you’d do it with me.” jihyo argues, rightfully upset.

nayeon had specifically told her they’d record a video together on a certain day, and then delayed it. when jihyo saw that nayeon had actually recorded the video, and without her, she felt betrayed.

“i know,” nayeon mutters. she didn’t think jihyo would mind it, truly. “i’ll find something for us to post, baby.”

“you better do,” jihyo huffs. “i won’t forgive you if you don’t.”

nayeon considers repeating her mistake, finding jihyo adorable when she was mad. something about her lips curving, brows furrowing, and how whiny she gets when she’s upset is entirely appealing, but nayeon liked the happy jihyo better.

“anything for my baby,” nayeon coos, taking jihyo into a hug, all but bringing her to her lap. “unnie’s baby.”

“enough!” jeongyeon interrupts them, grossed out. “what the hell is going on?”

jihyo freezes and nayeon looks up at the girls standing in front of them. while jihyo doesn’t know what to say, nayeon is actually laughing, finding their surprised faces thoroughly amusing.

“didn’t you know?” nayeon asks, keeping jihyo where she was with her firm hands. she looks up questioningly. they should already know. “we’re dating. we have been dating.”

“nayeon!” jihyo breaks free from her hold, her face red. “we can explain…”

“ooh, unnie’s baby looks mad.” momo jokes, receiving a sharp look from jihyo. at any other time, momo would’ve been terrified, but now that she knows nayeon calls her that, she finds it rather endearing.

the break is over before they can hear the explanation jihyo wanted to give. for now, they’d had to rehearse knowing that nayeon and their leader were in a relationship, and that said leader perhaps would never again manage to look scary in front of them.

[lala1267]

Crazy in love (Part 1)

Summary: you first met elvis when you were young and innocent but you were 19 now, you were wild and crazy, you were partying all night and sleeping all day, you were a underground singer that was slowly rising to fame. Elvis wanted you on his show.

Warnings: smoking, bullying, partying. lmk if I missed anything.

I was born into a working class family, we were living I poverty, my mother and father could barely afford the rent for our shit house that was falling apart. My name was Riley Jean. During my childhood I was always getting bullied. It all started when I was nine years old. I had natrual blonde curly hair, I wasn't insecure of it, I loved it actually that was until a group of girls made comment about it. I remember there exact words.

"Ew why does your hair look like that, you freak!" I snapped straight back at them,

"Why are you so mean, your momma did a bad job of raising ya!" The girls all looked at eachover before walking up to me. The leader of the group came right up to my face.

"Don't talk about my momma freak." She said through her teeth before pushing me on the concrete floor. They all ran off giggling whilst I lay on the floor crying. I later found out that the girls name was Lora, she was a petite straight-haired blonde with a major attitude problem

Lora and her group bullied me all throughout high school. Since I was poor all of my family were working, including 14 year old me. I worked as a waitress at a local diner. Lora and her group had walked into the diner, I locked eyes with her as my heart turned grey. I instantly ran to the kitchen to beg my manager to serve someone else. He didn't care, he didn't like me. He made me serve food to the girls who have been bullying me for years. I walked up to their table, I could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage. I walked up to them, all of there baby blue eyes looked me up and down before they all started to giggle. I had a job to do so I did what I usually did.

"Welcome to Tiffany's Diner I am your waitress today, what would you all like" I said trying my hardest to put a fake smile on. Lora was the one to speak since she was the leader.

"We will all have a salad, you should aswell mabey then you will get a boyfriend" all of the group started laughing as my face went bright red. I still hadn't lost all of my baby fat but I wasn't a big girl. Whilst they were laughing I walked away holding my stomach trying to cover the chubbyness. I anxiously waited for the chef to place the sales on the side for me to take back to the girls. I watched as the chef placed the salads on the metal surface, my breath quickened as I whispered to myself,

"Just suck it up, stop being a pussy"

I took the plates in my hands and some resting on my fore arm. I walked over to their table. I placed all of the plates on their table before saying,

"Have a good meal, I will be back to collect the plates"

"Damn right you will" Lora said as all of them started to frantically laugh again.

I speed walked away trying to hide my now bright red face. I made my way to the staff toilet. I pulled the toilet seat down so I was able to sit on it, I sat down whilst my foot tapped the tile floor. A tear dropped down my cheek causing my mascara to be messed up. I had stole my mother's pack of cigarettes earlier that day, I hadn't got the courage to light one and smoke it. I had heard that smoking cigarettes takes stress away, that was why people smoked it. After about a minute of thinking, I reached in my work uniform pocket and pulled out the fresh pack of cigarettes. I carefully removed the plastic and opened the small cardboard box whilst my fingers were shaking. I pulled out a cigarette and I reached to pull out a lighter from my pocket that I had also stole. I put the cigarette to my lips and lit it. Big mistake. I inhaled the smoke a few times before I finally calmed down and had the courage to go back out there, I finished the cigarette, I had almost forgot that I had to go back out to the girls when my manager shouted me to hurry up. I quickly threw the cigarette out of the window onto the concrete, I sprayed myself in my cheap perfume attempting to get the cigarette smell of me. When I was done I walked out to the girls with confidence, I took there plates looking each and every one of them dead in the eye. Then confidence was stolen when I walked away and Lora had stuck her foot out infront of me, I fell face first onto the black and white tile floor. I heard all of the giggles behind me as I saw the plates in front of me smash on the ground. Whilst Lora's freinds were laughing, Lora had leaned over to get to my level, she whispered in my ear,

"I didn't like your confidence" I looked at her face that was caked in makeup whilst tears ran down my eyes. My co-workers had ran out to see if I was ok, I just pushed past all of them and ran until I got to a place I always loved. I ran until I got to a lake I swam in every summer. I wanted to swim until I couldn't anymore. I stripped off until I was in just my white bra and panties. I walked into the lake until I was neck deep, I elegantly swam around. I was singing a calm song until I heard a group of people that were slowly getting closer. I couldn't get out because my bra and panties were definitely see through now that they were wet. I anxiously waited hoping that whoever the people were just walked passed. I saw a group of boys that looked around my age or mabey older emerge from the grassy pathway. My heart was beating faster than ever. One of them seemed to notice me, he was about to notify his freinds of the strange girl in the lake when he saw me mouthing the word 'no'. He just nodded before saying something to his freinds,

"Hey you guys carry on walking, I will catch up" when his freinds were out of site he walked up to the edge of the river.

"You ok?" He asked raising one eyebrow.

"Ye I'm fine I'm just startled, not alot of people come here." He nodded in an understanding way before talking.

"Well, why are you swimming here on your own?" I hesitated before I replied.

"I just like swimming" he looked at me and smiled.

"I need to go now" I attempted to emerge out of the water before I froze. My underwear was definitely see through. The boy looked at my in confusion.

"You gonna get out or what?" I looked at him and gulped.

"Uhm, can you not look whilst I get out if that's ok"

"Of course honey" he put his hands over his eyes. I stood up out of the water. My breasts on full show and my lower half. The boy opened his eyes, discreetly admiring my figure. I didn't notice. I put my work uniform back on.

"You can open your eyes now" I said shyly.

He opened his eyes with a shocked expression on his face,

"Wait you work, how old are ya?"

"I'm 14" his face dropped in shock. But he just nodded.

"How old are you" I asked out of curiosity.

"17" I nodded to his statement.

"What's your name honey?" He asked me.

"Riley Jean"

"That's a real cool name" he said with a smile on his face before continuing.

"I'm Elvis Presley" I nodded with a smile.

An hour had passed and we were still talking, but I needed to head home.

"Elvis I need to go home, my mamma will be real mad if I'm late"

"Ok" I got up and began walking, I turned around to give him a flirty smile. He blew me a kiss back.

That was years ago, now I was 19 and I was beginning to make a name for myself as a singer. I was singing at clubs, pubs, and party's. People started asking me to sing at their wedding's. But I didn't compare to Elvis who was now famous and rich. I hadn't thought of him for years even when I saw him on the TV I knew it was him, I just wanted to focus on my career not some boy I had a conversation with when I was 14.

I had to be getting ready for my first TV appearance, I was going to be on a show were they showcase some up and coming singers. It was a crappy little TV show that not much people watched, but it was still TV so it was important. I had put my straightened hair up in a messy 60s updo with a white headband. I put on a pair of cheap flare jeans and a old crop top that I have had since I was 16.

I was called to go in stage, but no one told me there was a crowd, a real life crowd. My heart had quickly began pumping faster, my hand shaking as I heard my name be called.

"Riley Jean up next please" the audience applauded as i walked out forcing a smile on my red face. I grabbed the microphone and pulled it up to my red lipstick covered lips, I turned to look at the band behind me and nodded at them to start playing. The music started playing at a slow pace, I began to sing, my voice was shaky and quiet. It was off to a bad start until I had mentally blocked the audience, I imagined that the audience wasn't there. My voice gradually grew louder, my foot started tapping, my confidence was rising. I was thinking of my highschool bullies and the anger I felt towards them, I channeled my anger into confidence. Soon I was dancing freely on the stage, my voice sounded angelic yet so powerful, as I sang the slightly sexual lyrics to the song I swayed my hips, touched my body and whipped my hair. I had to sing an extremely high note next, I began dancing and jumping more energeticly than I already was, the song kept on building up until I bent my back to look up at the ceiling before dropping to my knees all whilst hitting that note perfectly, I yelled the lyrics into the microphone so powerfully. As the song came to an end I lifted my head up and held my arms out before giving a bow to the audience. I didn't even realise how well I did until I heard the audience roar my name and cheer for me, some men even whistled at me. Sweat was dripping from head onto the wooden stage. The TV host came up on stage hugging me and congratulating me. That was the night that changed my life.

It had been a week since my jaw dropping performance and I was rapidly gaining fame, paparazzi followed me everywhere, I was in the newspapers, I was invited to lots of TV shows and famous singers wanted me to be the opening act of there shows. I was at my new house that I had brought with my money. I was looking through all of my files, the papers had the list of TV shows I was wanted on and the list of artists that wanted me to be a background singer or be an opening act to a show. I was scanning the names until I saw a familiar name. "Elvis Presley?" I said to myself. Elvis was now turning 23 he was famous and had performed infront of huge crowds. No way he wanted me to be the opening act of his show. I looked at the date stamped next to it, he wanted me to sing at his show next week on a Wednesday. I was brave but I wasn't this brave, could I do it?

I was a party animal, I was partying, smoking, and drinking all night. After only a week of being famous the paparazzi had already snapped a couple pics of me flat out drunk and smoking my cigarettes. So surely Elvis knew this since I was in the newspaper everyday of the week. Why would he want a party girl with a smoking problem on his show that was being filmed on live TV.

[asmutwriter]

Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 12)

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2554

From beginning / Previous / Next / Master List  

WARNINGS: swearing, underage drinking, they talk about sexual things, smut, pet names (beautiful/my queen), degradation, slight masochism, multiple orgasms, fingering, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, dom Eddie, sub reader, creampie, cum play (I think it counts)

DISCLAIMERS

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You continue chatting as you both get a little bit tipsy from your 4th drink “How high is your body count?” you turn to face him “You don’t have to tell me I just... I’m curious” he nods and thinks for a moment before answering

“Five. No, six now including you. I will not tell you who the other five are”

“Is it anyone I know?”

“I’m not telling you” he pauses as he eyes you up slightly “What’s your body count?”

“Two″

“Really?” you nod

“I slept with Chris and then you. No one else. I’ve kissed a few people but not done anything else other than that”

“Mines seven actually. One of the times I slept with two people” you look at him in shock

“You had a threesome?”

“Yeah”

“Who with?” you smile and lean close to him. He shakes his head

“Never telling you that. I will always be happy to say in detail everything I’ve done apart from who I’ve done it with. It wouldn’t be fair on them” you nod slightly

“I can’t believe that you’ve had a threesome...”

“It’s quite fun. Id recommend it”

“Who would I have it with? I can’t exactly go up to someone and say ‘hey want to have sex with me and this random person’“

“Why not? It’s what they did to me”

“Ok you have to go into details now”

“So I was seeing this girl for a few weeks. We’d meet up and we’d... you know. In her car outside her parents’ house every night. She really wanted to piss them off, I don’t know why. But after like two weeks she came up to me and asked me to meet her in the woods. I agreed, thinking she was going to end it with me. I met up with her and she had her friend. She said she wanted to help show her virgin friend how to have sex properly as shed recently gotten a new boyfriend. So we... and then she stopped seeing me a week later” he looks at you as you stare at him in shock

“You had a threesome in a woods with Bella?”

“How do you know who I’m talking about?”

“She was one of my best friends when we were 16. She said she didn’t know what to do, so our other friend - can’t remember her name - said she was seeing this guy and had help her out. I can’t believe that was you” you see his cheeks are slightly red

“I can’t believe she said that”

“She never said it was you, it’s only now I’m filling in the blanks. Its either that or she had a threesome under very similar circumstances to you” he laughs “For reference, she wanted to get back at her parents because her mum was dating this new guy that she claimed kept judging her for how she dressed so she wanted to date a ‘bad boy’ to get him annoyed. They ended up running away together. I got a letter from her saying she was living with him but couldn’t disclose what city”

“Ew”

“Yeah it’s a gross one... she was 18 when they ran away together to clarify. Still bad but slightly less gross. But only slightly” he nods

“That’s why she broke up with me?” you nod

“Yep. She was fucking a man twice her age. You were just too young for her” he laughs then proceeds to drink the rest of his drink.

“You dated her for three weeks... She was her happiest when she was dating you”

“Really?” you nod

“She always seems annoyed. Then she started seeing this guy who I know now was you, she practically changed into a new person” you look at him “My theory is, and I had this theory when you two were a thing so no judgment because I didn’t know you then ok?” he nods “I reckon that she had always gotten so close to an orgasm when she was with a man but they could never get her all the way. Then when she dated you, you helped her get to her high so all the tension her body had suddenly went away. Basically, you were the best fuck shed ever had” he nods and laughs

“That is a good theory” you smile as he thinks for a moment. “You know something though. She wasn’t the best I’ve had”

“Really? She always said she was good in bed”

“Yeah, she was lying” you laugh

“Why do we always end up talking about smutty things? Let’s talk about something else. Kittens, rainbows, something like that” he laughs

“I mean, this weekend was planned around you saying we need to sleep together in an actual bed” you feel your cheeks start to turn red

“Yeah well... shut up” he smiles “Are you going to prom next week?”

“I wasn’t planning on it. I went to last year’s one, it’s not really my sort of thing” you nod “Are you hoping for prom queen?”

“Of course I am. Isn’t that every ones dream?”

“You mean every girls dream”

“No I’m sure if I said to some of my male friends they could be prom queen they’d be happy with that” he laughs 

“Think. Prom then only two more months of school before we break up and leave that shit hole” you lean towards him. Brain foggy from the alcohol as you stay about an inch away from him

“Promise we’ll still be friends?” he nods as he turns to face you and smiles.

“I promise. I don’t think we will ever not be friends” you smile as you lean in to kiss him. Beer heavy on his tongue as your mouths connect. Pulling away, you stay leaning near him. He smiles at you as your eyes meet his. You feel butterflies in your belly as he leans forward and kisses you again, harder this time but with more passion. He gently snakes his arms around your waist, holding you up as he stands. Your legs and arms wrapping around him as he walks to the bedroom. He opens his door, shutting it behind him with his shoulder as you continue to kiss. He lies you down on the bed, body caging yours as your lips never part. You feel one of his hands go to your leg, starting to rub it and squeeze it gently through your jeans. 

“Eddie...?” he pulls away slightly, looking at you and smiling slightly

“Yes?” he mockingly asks you

“I need you...” he grins, kissing you and then your neck. He starts to make his way down when there’s a knock at the door. 

“I’m going to work” you hear his uncle call through the door. He gets off of you, going over to the door and opening it. Exchanging goodbyes with him as he leaves. You sit up, gently tracing over your new tattoo as you feel yourself blush from being nearly caught. He looks back at you

“Sorry about that...” you shrug 

“It’s a good thing he didn’t knock in like five minutes time, huh?” he chuckles slightly. Your eyes scan his body, he seems relaxed still. You bite your lip slightly “You know... it’s awfully warm in your room...” he watches as you unbutton your jeans and slowly pull them off of your body. He smiles as he watches “Do you agree?” he nods, taking the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He then kneels at the end of the bed, holding the ends of your pants

“Here let me help you. Its only right I help you cool down in my house, right?” you smile as he removes your underwear. Leaning down between your legs as you wrap your arms around his neck as you both kiss each other. He smiles into your mouth, your neediness turning him on more. He pulls away momentarily as he takes your shirt off, hands groping your boobs through your bra. He smiles as he goes behind your back, undoing the last piece of clothing covering you and removing it. He looks at your now fully nude body. “Holy shit...” he murmurs before he leans down and starts attacking your nipple with his mouth. You moan out, rutting your hips slightly against him. He continues to attack your breasts, kissing all over them, sucking and biting them gently as you feel his finger come down and start to circle your clit. You grip his hair, biting your lip as you move your hips against his finger. 

“Eddie... fuck... Oh Eddie...” he comes up and starts kissing your neck. You keep a firm grip on his hair, the other coming up and harshly tracing down his arm. He lets out a small moan, one slightly muffled as he stays kissing your neck. He easily pushes a finger into you causing you to moan out and grip his forearm. He smiles as he puts another finger into your hole, slowly dragging them along you g-spot. You reach down, grabbing a hold of his wrist as he fingers you. Your hips moving in a rhythm with him. Using his thumb he starts to rub circles on your clit. “Oh shit. Shit. Please. Please Eddie” he smiles, continuing the motion

“You gonna cum for me?” you nod, biting your lip 

“Talk to me... please... I want to hear you...”

“Look at how desperate you are. You act like a touch starved whore. Getting off on my fingers. So pathetic” that’s it. The degradation hitting you and making your orgasm wash over you. You moan out as his fingers keep going, helping you through your orgasm. But they keep going at the same pace once you come down from your high. You let out a whine, hands feebly grabbing at his hand that’s still working inside of you. He smiles evilly as he kisses you. "I reckon we can get another one out of you, hmm?” he kisses your temple as he continues “come on beautiful, fuck yourself on my fingers. Let me feel that tight little cunt of yours” you moan at his words, curling to hide into him as he continues. Your hips moving as the overstimulation soon becomes pleasurable once again. Your second orgasm hitting you soon after. “Such a good girl for me” he kisses all over your face as his fingers move out of you. You grab at his trousers, undoing his belt buckle as he kisses over your face. You undo the belt and his trousers, he takes them off. He reaches to his bedside cabinet, grabbing out a condom packet. You shake your head

“I’m on the pill still... I’m ok... if you are...?” he nods, placing the packet down. Embracing you in a kiss again as he teases your entrance with his tip. You feel him push into you, you grab his forearms as he stretches you out. He lets you adjust to him, your nails digging into his arms. The past couple of times you’ve done it with him you’ve had to be rushed, not being able to fully enjoy how he feels inside of you. So you were taking the time to feel the stretch he causes on your body. You feel his hand come up, gently holding your face by the jaw as he turns you to face him properly. Kissing you softly as he starts to thrust in and out of you. You moan into his mouth, hands still gripping onto his arms. He pulls away from the kiss, looking at how your mouth is slightly parted. Your eyes closed and your brow furrowed from the pleasure. He tilts your head to the side, allowing him easy access to your neck. He licks a stripe from your collarbone to the base of your ear. You tighten around him, not realising that that small action would turn you on so easily.

“Jesus. You feel so good...” he fastens his pace, hand moving down to rub your clit as he kisses you again. 

“Gonna-Gonna cum. Eddie. Eddie please” he smiles, kissing your jawline as he whispers near your ear

“Let me hear you scream...”

“Oh fuck, Eddie” you practically yell. He keeps kissing your jaw as he works for his high. The stimulation being a lot for you as he continues to work into you. He kisses all over your face as his hips begin to lose rhythm. Praises falling from his lips as you let out small whines from him using your sensitive hole. Soon afterwards he pushes all the way inside you. Causing you to let out a satisfied moan as you feel him filling you up. He keeps kissing your face as he comes down from his high. Giving you a lot of praise before he slowly pulls out of you. Standing up he gently parts your legs, watching as a he sees both your juices leave your little hole. You smile at him, moving a hand down to your core and spreading apart as best you can “filled me up so good...” you tiredly say. 

“Fuck...” he whispers out, watching as you dip your fingers slightly into your hole. His eyes meet yours as you smile at him. Your eyes half shut as you take the two fingers that where playing with yourself and place the two digits into your mouth. “Are you... do you want me...?” you smile at him and shake your head

“I just wanted to tease you...” he chuckles as he places his pants back onto his body, grabbing the shirt you wore last night again and going to place it over your torso before he grabs a damp cloth and cleans you up. You flinch slightly as he cleans you up but he gently rubs your thigh as he keeps praising you. He tosses the cloth to the side, coming to lie down next to you. Bringing you close to him as he gently strokes your hair. You rest your head on his chest as your hand gently traces over the tattoos on his body. He kisses the top of your head

“My queen...” he gently says as you cuddle into him more.

“My king” you say in response. “We can’t fall asleep now... it’s too early. We should stay awake” he nods, gently tracing your arm that’s resting over him.

“How do you propose we do that?” you look at the door to the rest of the house.

“Two seconds” you give him a quick kiss as you stand up, a little wobbly but you try not to let it show as you go and grab your bag. Fred the Bear now sitting on top of it. You smile as you take the bag and the toy into the bedroom again, sitting cross legged on the bed you go through your bag. Pulling out a book. You pull him up slightly, grabbing the pillow from under him and resting it against the wall, leaning back against it. He sits next to you, also leaning against the wall. You place Fred between you two, but nestle close to him so you can lean against him slightly as a he puts an arm around you. You open the book and start reading.

TAGS

@karma2223​ @fknemily

[the-missann]

Previous Post

Now, it's time to introduce the characters!

First up, is my main main character

Larson "has a last name but doesn't want to share it"

Larson is a young man who regularly hates people. At first he thought these were just his normal feelings, but he finds out it's actually because he's not even a human, so of course he hates humans!

Well, Larson hates everyone but humans have a special place at the top. His high school career has him spending most his time trying to find any information about his real species.

When his work is left stagnant, that's when he meets someone he didn't expect to.

Here's a scene to showcase his wonderful personality

At the moment, they were at lunch ready to discuss their ideas. Cassie was sitting at the lunch table with her plate full of foods that weren’t good for anyone, including herself. She wiped her hands clean of the bright orange grease from the pizza she finished and now, she was currently eating a sandwich from her lunch bag.

She munched on this food while Larson told her their best odds.

“I don’t know if you can hear me over all that noise you’re making, but if this is screwed up, I won’t think to leave you in a heartbeat.”

Cassie swallowed what she was eating and spoke. “You must really think I’m not in this the same way you are. Look, just because I’m not frowning and getting my big girl pants on doesn’t mean I’m not serious.”

“Could have fooled the hell out of me.” Cassie ignored that and moved her tray over to him. “Why?” Was all he said.

“I’m offering you some. You don’t eat at all, at least whenever I see you, you’re not.”

“Because we don’t get hungry often.”

“I know, but we still have to eat so why not just eat anyways?”

“I eat when I have to. Nothing more.” Larson stated.

Cassie snickered. “You must eat like a salad and some water huh?” Larson grabbed her wrist right before she was about to eat something causing Cassie to drop it. Her other hand grabbed it before she complained to him. “I must be right if you thought to do that.”

He let her hand go and rested his head in his hand. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you!” Cassie returned to eating, but stopped suddenly and looked behind Larson.

He turned his head—curious by what she was looking at—and he saw a girl smiling at them both.

Larson groaned. “What do you want?” He turned back to face Cassie.

Cassie looked at the girl and offered her an apologetic smile.

“Uh, well, I wanted to invite you two to a party I’m throwing…” she trailed, “it’s kind of far from here so if you don’t have a ride-”

“We’re good,” Larson said cutting her off.

“B-but, you can bring each other if you want!” The girl pleaded.

Larson opened his eyes and looked at Cassie. Cassie just kept eating without saying a word. He then sighed and got up facing the girl.

“I know what kind of angle you’re trying to pull here, but I’m not interested in spilling my seed in some worthless being. Not even her,” he said pointing behind him at Cassie.

“Ew.” Cassie mumbled.

The girl's eyes widened. “I-I wasn’t asking you to-”

“Really?” The girl pressed her lips together to Larson's comment. “I mean besides the fact that you always stare at me, you’ve slept with pretty much half the school. So I must be next on the list, huh?”

The girl’s mouth opened and she just took off to the door of the cafeteria. Larson scoffed and sat back down.

Cassie stared at him for a while and eventually Larson let out a groan. “I’ll gouge your eyes out if you keep staring at me like that.”

Cassie clicked her tongue. “See? Like that.”

“What are you talking about now?” He was exhausted.

“You could have declined her in a more… human way.”

Larson watched as Cassie reached for more food. He sighed and spoke while putting his elbow up to rest on the table. “If I did that, then I’d be leading her on and I don’t have the slightest intention of doing that.”

“You wouldn’t be leading her on if you just said you’re not interested.”

“Yes I would. Humans always think there’s a chance for them to get one in just as long as you’re not taken.”

Cassie just shook her head, “speaking of which; not that I want that, but why aren’t I ‘worthy’ of your seed?” She then laughed at herself after saying that, Larson just stared at her. “Okay, I’m sorry, but I still want an answer.”

Larson sighed. “It’s pointless either way. So I told myself I’d never reproduce.” He simply stated.

“Why?”

“I just said why!” He grew agitated.

“Okay, maybe it’s pointless, but wouldn’t you want to see what a little you would look like?” She spoke happily at the idea.

“Yeah, my parents have baby pictures.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.”

Next Post

Not so fun fact: That friend of mine told me Cassie was annoying and I should change it, someone else did as well and it made me sad (though I never told them that) but then I thought about other characters like this and realized they only thought she was annoying because she was a girl. Prime evidence: Spongebob from season 1-4 was "annoying" but we liked him for that. Also, they didn't find Larson in need for a change despite my intent to make him unbearably mean sooooo idk I think their bias was showing.

Fun fact: Larson gets some scars on his face at the end of the 1st book, so if I ever draw more, he's suppose to have scars, but I forgor sometimes.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 4, Part 4

Final part of the Chopra household is done! Highlights include Rahul catching someone playing where they shouldn't, both toddlers revealing new quirks, Alexander Goth visiting and a vampire that burns without burning…

Savannah can talk now but Mercedes is still getting there. Cassandra is working on gaining a promotion for her New Years resolution. I switched off animal aging to help my chickens but when turning it back on havoc has struck.

TW: Death of sims chicken because the game code hates me

Cassandra still hasn't completed her resolution of getting a promotion. She needs to increase her charisma and fame level so today she'll be spending plenty of time with the mirror.

Mercedes: Sa see mama

Savannah: Mama in bedroom

Mercedes: papa

Savannah: Papa in garden

Mercedes: Mama soon we see

The twins go to Cassandra who is closer (not sooner Mercedes). Mercedes is fascinated by all the words her mama is using but Savannah used her diaper in the night and needs a bath. Rahul leaves the garden half done to come help. Mercedes sits down and plays with the blocks where she can see mama.

Mercedes enjoys spending time with Cassandra, being clingy she feels safest when a parent is near. Too soon Savannah has finished her bath and Rahul comes to get Mercedes for hers. Cassandra doesn't have work so when Mercedes is convinced she's not going away today she lets her papa pick her up.

Savannah Loves Sounds and has been drawn to the lounge to listen to kids radio. She might dance later but now enjoys listening. Mercedes having finished her bath goes to ask Cassandra for attention. Rahul has headed outside to finish tending the garden so there's no one to stop her.

Grimm: Floofy?

Floofy: Are you sure you're not looking for my mother, Mrs Feathers

Grimm: Says Floofy here

Floofy: But I hatched at the end of last rotation, this can't be right!

Grimm: Sorry, take it up with the bug report team

Floofy: You serious?

Grimm: Come along, we'll get lettuce

Floofy: Fine, but only because these sims can't grow lettuce

Cassandra decides to have a quick break from working on her charisma to help Mercedes learn some new words. She learns words such as love, hug and snuggle which she starts using immediately. Cassandra also helps her practice saying her sisters name properly, as well as Uncle Alexander and Milton.

Exciting news, Savannah has discovered a new toy. A bowl of splishy splashy water located at perfect height for a toddler. She goes to town splashing around and giggling when she hears

Rahul: What the heck are you doing

Savannah: Fun papa. I go splash spalsh. Fun. You join

Rahul: Not in the toilet

Savannah: Why

Rahul: It's disgusting. That's where mama and I potty. You'll get covered in germs

Savannah: Germs

Rahul: You'll be yuck and ew

Savannah: *grumpy* I not want be yuck papa

Rahul: Then stop playing in the toilet honeybee

Savannah: *whines* But it fun

Rahul: Savannah, don't do it again

The girls spend the afternoon playing with more appropriate things, books and toys. Rahul spends some time with the remaining chickens. We still have Cluckton, Feathers, Squidge and Snuggles who has grown into a brown hen. I won't switch off animal aging again considering how much trouble I've had with it restarting.

Cassandra levels up her charisma shortly after dinner. Working with both twins at potty time she helps them reach level 2, meaning they'll be able to try by themselves now! She gets them o bed while Rahul continues working on the puzzle. I'm happy to see it's improving his logic as well as his mood.

Cassandra: I think I'll be in line for promotion if I can just get my fame up

Rahul: And then

Cassandra: Another kid? I know the girls were just born but-

Rahul: They're 3

Cassandra: Wow that went fast

Rahul: So we can woohoo without protection again

Cassandra: YES! Let's do it

Cassandra is awoken by a notification that a new chick is ready to hatch. She goes and shoos the hens off the nests so she can help the chick. Ta da! It's a hen chick that I've named Floofy jr. Pictures cannot accurately portray how much she jumps and flaps around the yard, it's so cute!

Rahul: You're having cake for breakfast

Cassandra: I'm appreciating how hard you and the bees worked to make it, and then I'll do yoga

Rahul: The foodie in me approves of cake

Cassandra: Oh Alexander said he might come visit but I'm not sure if it'll be before my shift

Rahul: No worries, the girls will love it whenever

The twins sleep in and have a later potty time and breakfast. Savannah is a Heavy Sleeper, content to sleep forever. Mercedes Loves Wakeup Time so she wakes happy.

Mercedes: Mama

Cassandra: Yes little ladybug

Mercedes: We play fun

Cassandra: With dolls

Mercedes: No. Mama pin me round hi hi fass

Roughhouse play jumps in the action queue as it is revealed Mecedes final quirk is aggressive! Apparently, she can bite and hit without being angry, but is unlikely to do it to her friends. She only has friends so we might need to meet new sims to test. Rahul helps Savannah learn basic needs

After Rahul is satisfied Savannah understands what a toilet is and why you don't play with them there's a noise outside, Alexander is here! Savannah is first to greet him, if a little nervously. He's not seen them since they aged up to toddlers but she can still recognise him. After babbling, hugs.

Next Mercedes comes out to greet her Uncle. Savannah leaves and goes to play on their outdoor toys. Seeing an opportunity Mercedes asks Alexander if he'll play. After a bit of ruff and tumble play he figures she's just enthusiastic, very enthusiastic. Uncomfortable hurt moodlet anyone?

Rahul: You good buddy

Alexander: Not really. I miss mum and my brother is with-

Rahul: Dina

Alexander: She called the boy Mortimer

Rahul: Creepy

Alexander: She sends baby pics to show the lawyers she's keeping contact, I'm getting sick of it

Rahul: Come help me finish this puzzle, it's Whalebert

Alexander leaves and Rahul makes cottage pie for dinner. The girls bob away to the radio happily before having dinner and an early night. Cassandra arrives home exhausted but has reached B-lister status. With all requirements met will she get that desired promotion before the rotation ends? Hope so

Mr Cluckton welcomes everyone to Friday bright and early, much to the annoyance of his coop family. While Cassandra jogs, Rahul gardens and the twins play. An odd thought bubble catches my attention. Far away this vampire is standing burning in the sun. She doesn't die. She doesn't flee. The heck?

The day carries on normally while I periodically check in on the burning vampire who doesn't die. Alexander pops round again and helps Mercedes reach level 2 thinking. Savannah reaches level 3 thinking and movement. Cassandra heads off for work confident and determined to get that promotion.

Both girls get bubble baths before Rahul gets stuck in on dinner. Sir you have two toddlers, STOP throwing the KNIFE! Rahul is low on some things so he orders a delivery. This time it's not Urszula, it's a teen. Rahul gives him a tip remembering his past job fondly.

Mercedes and Savannah are busy playing when Rahul calls them for dinner. Thankfully Mercedes is sensible and does use the chair that's right beside the table. Savannah still prefers to travel to the lounge to eat, best not argue with a fussy toddler. When they're in bed Rahul starts a new puzzle.

All toddlers, chickens and adults are asleep. Spring nears its end and the Chopra rotation closes. Cassandra did get that promotion though, now officially an Instrumental Wonder.

Previous Part ... Next Part (Pancakes)