#so much kissin y'all

[p1utofairy]

PICK A CARD

“kissin’ and hope they caught us.”

what will a night out with your future partner be like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. this is my early thanksgiving gift to y’all 💗 i’m so thankful for the constant support and feedback idk how many times i can say it lol but thank you. enjoy and have a great holiday!

PILE i.

i can see you two in a club/party setting. the music is so loud it's pulsing through your veins, it's not usually your scene, but your person is right by your side holding you close. their hand is resting slightly on your back/waist guiding you through the crowd — i feel like they'll smell really good too they have a distinct fragrance on that's comforting to you. i feel like you'll be so giddy and excited to be outside with them and be seen together. lots of heads will turn for sure. i feel like y'all are a power couple…like looking at you two walking in together just makes sense but it also triggers jealousy and disbelief in other people? you and your person may come from different backgrounds or have different aesthetics but y’all pair together very well. they’re gonna be looking so smug lollll your person is the silent but confident type, like having you on their arm will shut everybody up and they’ll love it. this person could be very popular or well-known in their profession…i'm getting a serena van der woodsen type of vibe so people can definitely be infatuated with them. you might not even like dancing but you will with them! you're gonna be on cloud 9 the whole night, pile 1. some of you might not smoke or drink but you’ll feel high/drunk off them the entire night it’s so cute! u are my high by dj snake and future vibes for sure.

PILE ii.

the atmosphere is sensual af, pile 2. it's giving the vibe of a private dinner at an upscale restaurant/bar or hotel. your person planned this out very meticulously, and they managed to pull it off without you knowing too many details. you’ll be so happy to be sitting across from them and enjoying their company — i feel like you both don't always have the time to just sit and unwind because you both have very demanding jobs/schedules. i see you two flirting a lot with your eyes and smiling so big…the energy is very warm and playful. the sexual tension will be very thick between the two of you lol they might make comments throughout the night about how good you look. the lighting seems very dim and red seems to be the major theme so you could be wearing a red dress, they might give you a bouquet of red roses, their shirt might be red — idk it's something along those lines lol the color red is just significant for some reason. the food, their company, and the ambiance will be 100000/10 and the night won't stop there 😮‍💨 cause when they get you back home? soon as i get home by faith evans just came to mind LOL yeah they’re going to want to make up for lost time and please you in any and every way that they can. OKAYYY PILE 222.

PILE iii.

ah this is my introverted pile! i don't think you get out much, pile 3. if you do it's usually because someone begged you to come out and socialize or you pushed yourself to go. you like having your own space and privacy, and sometimes it's a bit overwhelming having to constantly socialize and be around a whole bunch of people that may not mesh with you. i think that your person will be receptive to this, and will take baby steps to get you out of your shell. they’d take you somewhere where you can relax and be comfortable like a drive-in movie theater or maybe somewhere in nature…it's somewhere you both can be alone and in your own bubble tuning out the rest of the world. i can see them holding you close and you’re leaned back against them just so content and reveling in the precious moment. it’s a night you’ll never forget because you’ll realize just how much they mean to you, and how far you’ve come in this connection. it's reminding me of that picture of ariana grande and mac miller at coachella. so so cute.

PILE IV.

y'all are that cute couple that ride for each other, okay!!! y'all will be so in loveeeeeee my GOSH the passion and desire will be so heavy and evident between you two. lana and asap rocky in the ‘national anthem’ music video vibes — it's like that bad boy meets good girl trope. i feel like this person would want to take you places you’ve never been before…they’d want to get all dressed up in fancy clothes and go out on the town with you. there'd be multiple activities in one night. omg they're so spontaneous it'd feel never-ending! you two will be so giddy around each other lol always cracking jokes and laughing about any and everything. i don’t think that it matters where they take you per se, pile 4. you will have the time of your life regardless. they just know how to light up every room that they walk in and ensure that everyone is having a good time! it's so cute and refreshing, ugh. they're going to really sweep you off your feet. they might have a really nice car and you’ll love being a ✨passenger princess✨ LMFAO they might tease you about it too. this person will be your best friend just as much as they are your true love.

[gingerjolover]

Detangle - Julien Baker x fem!crew!reader

Synopsis: Julien's gf helps her get unready after BG's Halloween show at the Hollywood Bowl :') (jesus!julien x crew!reader)

G's notes: gf is lowkey a costume designer? she's crew, but I'm putting her on the same part of the team as makeup artist! also thank you guys for being patient, if only you could see my WIP in google docs rn....

wc: somewhere around 875?

warnings: RPF, jesus!julien, slightly smutty, some light kissin n touchin, no fundamental physical descriptors?

There are very few things that could tear your eyes away from watching your girlfriend headbang onstage while dressed as Jesus. In fact, the entire thing feels like a fever dream. From sourcing the angel costumes for the band, hand-bedazzling Lucy's jacket, sewing Phoebe's veil, and then soundcheck, the lead-up to the Halloween show has felt like a whirlwind.

You're entirely unfocused, eyes parading down Julien's body, only half listening to the cues for an outfit change. "Here," your assistant says softly, eyes sparkling while watching the stage in admiration. She's handing you the boys' original jackets in order of who comes off stage first. You smile at her, grateful she's paying attention while you ogle the somewhat sacrilegious display onstage.

It's within minutes everyone is rushing off to side stage, clothes flying everywhere. Lucy is undoubtedly the easiest to change, so you work with her quickly, carefully adjusting her halo on her head before switching out her white suit jacket for Julien's original jacket. "Thank you," she whispers, kissing your cheek lightly before dashing off, Julien appearing in front of you.

"Hi pretty girl," she says out of breath, leaning in to kiss your lips quickly, already stripping off her robes.

"Jay, leave them on...no don't do that, your hair!" you excalim, Julien obviously was not listening to you earlier when you were standing between her legs bobby-pinning the crown to her hair. "Sorry, sorry-I" Julien stammers as you help her readjust the robes on her shoulders, sliding Phoebe's original jacket over her, "It's okay, you having fun?" you ask with a big smile, kissing her gently.

"The best time ever, I love you," Julien mumbles agaisnt your lips, kissign you once more on your cheek before winking and heading back out.

Your assistant is rushing Phoebe back onto the stage when you both stand beside each other, taking a deep breath before watching the rest of the show. It goes by in a blink. Before you know it, everyone is filing off stage, much slower this time. Julien, Lucy, and Phoebe walk off holding hands, doing a quick but tender group hug right off-stage before they separate, and Julien comes bounding over to you, immediately scooping you up and spinning you around. "How was it?" she asks, mouth already attached to your neck. You can't help but giggle, holding her head as she finally puts you back on the ground. "It was amazing, as always," you say.

"Oh god," you say, looking at her hair, your fingers assessing how tangled the crown is in her hair. "Not God, just me...actually, I'm the son of God," Julien says, eyes wide in a cocky smirk, holding out her arms.

"You're so..." you start, moving Julien further backstage and into the room where y'all got ready. "Sexy? Intelligent? Holy?" Julien rattles off, wiggling her eyebrows as she walks backward, trusting you to walk her in the right direction. "I was going to say ridiculous, but the first two definitely," you smile, eyes twinkling. "Not so much the third one," you giggle. "Oh, why's that?" Julien smirks, sitting in the hair chair in the empty "glam" room. "I don't think it's holy to dress up as Jesus," you start to say, Julien looking up at you with wide, almost glassy eyes, a look common post-show. "And your underwear," you snort. "What about my underwear? It says for God's eyes only," Julien goads, leaning back in the chair, watching you grab a comb and some detangler. "God wasn't the only one looking," you smirk, standing between her legs. "No, he was not," Julien groans, holding onto your hips, "You did a lot more than look," Julien mumbles, smile widening.

"Don't get all worked up," you murmur, smirking, starting to detangle her hair, pulling one piece that was particularly tangled when she all but squeals. "Ow, babe," she exclaims, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she leans back a pace, staring at you offended.

"What?"

"That shit hurts!"

"Well, maybe if you didn't headbang so hard, your hair wouldn't be intertwined with your crown right now," you scold softly.

She grumbles, letting you get about 75% of the crown out of her hair before she's whining again. "You're tugging too hard, princess, my neck hurts."

"Me tugging isn't making your neck hurt, seriously Jules, you headbang so hard on stage, and I'm scared you're gonna get whiplash."

"Can't help that I'm a rockstar," she mumbles, finding your eyes before rolling them teasingly before hissing when you pull a chunk of hair.

"Stay still," you giggle, kissing her nose softly. Within 5 minutes, the rest of the crown is out, and you're handing it to Julien so she can keep it. "C'mon, we can pack up and get you unready at the house. Sounds like backstage is filling up," you comment. You can hear the voices of the various friends and peers who came to see the show down the hallway.

"Thanks, angel," Julien whispers, smirking softly as she uses the pet name, hopping off the chair and pulling you into her arms, dipping you ever so slightly to press a passionate kiss to your lips. "Vacation time starts now," she whispers teasingly, her hands in the back pockets of your pants, squeezing gently.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

if it’s okay I’m just going to scream about Mer Roadtrip in your inbox for a moment 💖💖

Abram just pulling out the money like that and Andrew’s reaction was so on point. ‘So I am! I’ve been in the goddamn cage and I don’t have a hundred grand on me’ and then Andrew immediately calls Neil out for lying. Oh Neil, ‘Nothing—‘ won’t fly for long. And Neil actually gives him a pretty decent explanation!!

Andrew makes a strange sound then clears his throat. “Seems we might’ve ended up roommates even if neither of us got away.” —I am so obsessed with this. Neil denies it but…but…what if?!?!

So you’ve got a dead mother, a murderous father, a foot in the grave, and a bag full of money. —Andrew is so real here. So real. And the following exchange of ‘not a runner’ ‘not a fighter’ is perfect for them <3 and Neil has planned out Andrew’s every possible betrayal move except for him just slumping into the bed

Absolutely love all of this!! So much!!

"if it's okay" <- i love you guys and i'm begging y'all to come and be insane in my askbox! <3 thank you <3

one thing about andrew is that he is absolutely NOT HAVING IT in this au! he has suffered enough and he is going to know who the fuck he's siding with!

god imagine though both of them winding up in the same tank. they might've killed each other dlkgjdg but this way, they need each other! neil needs andrew's muscle, andrew needs neil's money. they gotta get along. (or fake it till they make it, who knows what will happen ;) i do i knows... hehe)

runner/fighter!!!!! they're perfect for each other! :D <3

also the entire time andrew was in the shower, neil was going insane trying to think of ways to keep andrew from hurting him and leaving with his money. the boy is MAD PARANOID (for good reason) and terrified because andrew looks like he could pick up a toyota okay?! what the fuckkk lgkjdklgj

once again thank you for the comment i love you, kissin you on the forehead <3333 3

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Oh noes i hav 2 separate cult au thoughts if i may throw my pennies into the hat, panie 🥺

The first thought is wondering how hungry for power/favoritism cult au Jack would be. I mean with his history as the golden boy of the circus, and manipulating Rory for his own gains since they were young (to give him a new loving home ofc), whats to stop him from doing his best to climb the ranks of the cult harem?

It can't be too hard, just being his kind attentive self, doing what he's told, being an excellent leader (and giving the best dick out of all 9 of them), of course their great leader calls upon him more often than not. Sure it starts with nightly trysts, and asking his opinion on new programs to implement, but...being a leader is so stressful afterall. The MC went their whole lives thinking they were human, and now have all of these duties and expectations.

He wouldn't mind if they vented to him sometimes, asked for his thoughts on their decisions when they doubt themselves, having a shoulder to cry on when they're at their lowest and are feeling vulnerable. He's privy to all their secret desires and insecurities, they've told them as much whether they're leaning on his shoulder, or he's thrusting between their legs as they cling to him. groaning and mumbling how much he's "their favorite" and "if he'd ever want to run away just the two of them, they'd go with him ina heartbeat" through panting breath, running their hands through his hair.

During their pillow talk, maybe the boys pop up in conversation on occasion, Joseph looks so lonely, and he takes such good care of Rory... would it be so hard to ask him if he would spend some time with him? He practically idolizes Jack, and the MC would love it if he tried to be a really good friend to him on occasion, like he is for them~ and they'd be more than happy to reward him for doing such a good job

Maybe they ask him for more favors, just how far is he willing to go to please them?

and what would he do if he ever finds out that MC has done the same with the other boys in a different capacity? (Ik the wise choice of action would be to ask that maybe MC went through the same song and dance with the other boys, told Ian, Nick, Shaun, or Jean that they loved them the most and would run away with them ina heartbeat if they ever got the chance, and how angry/hot that'd probably make Jack)

but in all honesty Im way off topic and just thinkin ofa normal MC havin a bad day, and cuddling with Bo, and kissin his lil snoot and tell him that they're gonna pack him with a bunch of candy and money in a suitcase and run away from their adult Job, and they'd live near a beach lika hermit with their puppy.. before just getting up and going to work the next day, cult au or not.

I mean he's a boyfriend but a pet dog actually, but a boyfriend, and every family dog has to hear either the running away speech, or our rants about a tv show and how we'd write it better while they chew on something on the couch, not caring.

Hey, what? What the fuck, you just waltz in here, say the sexiest most correct shit ever and then just leave? How dare, I wish to kiss you on the mouth. The only thing I disagree with is how often Jack and y/n can be together. Jack's teaching full time and has to practice acts and lines with his friends for their show once summer break hits. He's not absent per say but spending a lot of time with him is rough, for me at least, if you're cool with kids then y'all can hang a lot more often. He does make time for you obvi but he's a busy body and doesn't feel comfortable taking a real break, a habit you might just have to shake him out of

[ghostboyjules]

My hc for you is that you always have a fidget toy on your, or maybe you wear jewelry (rings, a necklace, etc.) that you can fiddle with when out and about. Also that you're popular among your friends — all your mutual definitely seem to love you anyway.

ahh accurate! I used to carry around one of those cube thingies with all the different buttons and what not on it to go clicky clack 🥰 here recently tho I've been making due with the necklace I wear all the time or fidgeting with an earring, so like, you're double right sjdjsjfj

I can't say much on the last one, but I like to think that my fwends love me as much I love them and at least *some* of them wanna talk to me as much I wanna talk to them all the time 😅 to be fair tho, most of my mutuals here *are* my like, closest friends whom I love so very dearly and if any of y'all are reading this rn I'm kissin you on your foreheads!! raaghh!! I just love caring for ppl and having a good time and goofin off so as long as you vibe with that... we new boot goofin :3

[rjmartin11]

Finding Love in the Deadliest Ways

Part Seven: Love Bites

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee finds the love of a stranger named Elvis she met at the local park. After a week of dating, Jordee learns that Elvis is more than meets the eye. She discovers hidden secrets and finds out more than she bargained for. Will love survive?

Word Count: 8.5K

Warnings: Smut has arrived! Biting, blood, tears, fears. Mentions of self-harm.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Six! All I will say is here it is! When I originally wrote this on AI, I was crying, y'all. I want y'all to love this. If you love this part and know you will, like, repost, follow, and comment.

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After a few minutes, Elvis and Jordee both get inside Elvis' house, and he unlocks the door. He turns to her and smiles. He lets her in and closes the door.

"Right. Let's get your stuff and head inside. Do you want to dry off your hair a little bit first?"

"I'd love that. I gotta see the pictures we took." Jordee says, placing her camera and tripod down on Elvis' sofa.

She kicks off her shoes and takes off her wet jacket.

Elvis nods at her, and he kicks his shoes off. He places his jacket on the hook by the door and takes Jordee's jacket, placing it next to his on the wall.

"I'm looking forward to seeing them too. I bet they're amazing. You're a really great photographer."

Elvis starts to walk her deeper into his place so she can dry off.

"Thank you." Jordee says blushing.

"You're welcome, Jordee. You're pretty great."

He walks her over to his bathroom. Elvis smiles at her again and brushes her chin.

"I'll be right here if you need some help with your hair."

"Thanks. I'll let you know."

Jordee closes the door and starts to undress. She jumps in the shower, trying to cleanse herself from the fountain water. The warm relaxes her body as she starts to sing a lovely tune.

Oh, love

Never knew what I was missin'

But I knew once we start kissin'

I found

Love

Never knew what I was missin'

But I knew once we start kissin'

I found, found you

Elvis knocks on the bathroom door. He also hears her singing a tune, but he can't hear it clearly over the sound of the running water. He sounds a little worried about her right now.

"Jordee, are you alright in there? Do you need any help?"

"I'm great. I'll be out in a moment." Jordee shouts from the shower.

"Alright, alright. Take your time." Elvis sits down onto his bed and waits for her to get out of the shower. He takes his wet clothes off and puts on some dry pajama bottoms.

Jordee gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around her body and another around her wet curls. She drys the excess water off her body and heads out to the bedroom where Elvis sits on the bed waiting for her.

"Do you need any help with your hair when you get out?" He says that as he pats his lap as an invitation for her to come sit with him.

"Do you really want to?" Jordee asks, holding her towel tightly to her body.

Elvis nods his head. "Yes... I'd like to. I'd like to take care of this beautiful woman and do all that I can to show just how much I love her."

He smiles at her as he says that.

Jordee takes the towel and ties it around her body. She walks over and sits next to Elvis on the bed.

"My hair is a curly mess." Jordee admits, removing the damp towel from her head.

Elvis looks over at her and smiles. He starts to move his hands through her curly hair and tries to help straighten out her hair a little bit.

"I think it looks beautiful, but I can help you dry it off a little bit. Does this feel alright?" He asks, gently running his fingers and massaging her scalp and hair.

"Mmm, hmm. Great."

Jordee closes her eyes as he helps her dry her hair. A sensation takes over her body, and she smiles. A glow comes over her, and goosebumps rise all over her skin.

Elvis smiles and continues to move his fingers through her hair.

"Jordee?"

"Yes, Elvis?"

"You know how I confessed my love for you back at the fountain?"

"Yes?" She says.

"I meant what I said, Jordee. I love you. In fact, I was wondering something else. Am I a good boyfriend?"

There's no point in hiding any feelings he has for her anymore now. He starts to get a little bit flustered now as he continues to talk.

Jordee turns to face him, and she smiles.

"Yes, Elvis. You're the best boyfriend a girl could wish for."

Elvis smiles and hugs her tight as he hears her answer. He continues to hold her for a little while longer.

"That's the best thing I've heard all night. Thank you so much, Jordee. Well... I'm not sure what we should do now. Any ideas?"

He then breaks the hug after realizing that they're both still soaking wet.

Jordee touches his arms. Elvis is cool to the touch and shivers as Jordee softly glides her fingers across his skin. Jordee sees what this does to him, and she smiles.

Elvis blushes up her back once more as he watches Jordee take the blanket and cover his shoulders. He chuckles as he's trying not to get too distracted by her.

"Maybe I should put on a shirt." Elvis gets off the bed, but Jordee grabs his arm.

"Do you really?" Jordee asks, looking deeply into Elvis' oceanic hues.

Elvis looks at her with a smirk.

"Well... I guess I don't need to."

Elvis starts to get into the bed with her. They lay down facing one another. He snuggles up close to her and smiles. He kisses her on her neck.

"I want you to know how much happier you've made me, Jordee."

"You wanna tell me or show me?" Jordee whispers.

Elvis smirks more as he starts to kiss her some more. Jordee's heart races faster than it did at the park. She feels overwhelmed with love and passion. Oh, so much passion. He continues to kiss her.

"I'm gonna be gentle with you, Jordee. Are you alright with that?"

Jordee giggles and nods her head. "Yes. That's just fine."

His kisses start to turn into longer, more passionate ones now.

"Trust me. I'm gonna do everything I can to make you feel good."

Elvis runs his hands through her curly hair.

"Promise?" Jordee speaks softly.

Elvis nods his head a little. "I promise."

He then looks down at her and kisses her again for a couple of seconds, his fingers running through her hair still. One hand stays on her hair, and his other hand starts to move down her leg towards her hips. Jordee wraps her arms around Elvis' neck.

He smiles as he starts to move his hand back towards her torso and her chest. He looks down at her and smiles.

Elvis starts to run his hand under Jordee's towel, and he moves his hand a little further down her body.

"I wanna do more than just touch you."

"Describe it to me." Jordee tells him.

Elvis raises his eyebrow and chuckles.

"The way I wanna love you, Jordee. It's indescribable."

Elvis moves his hand up her body. He continues to move his hand up her body. He's not sure how much to just go for it and if she'll be happy with it or not.

"Frankly, I want you. Sexually. I want to place my lips on every inch of your body."

Elvis leans down to kiss Jordee, moving his other hand over to her bare chest. Jordee closes her eyes and indulges in Elvis' touch. His hands feel so good. His words are so passionate and arousing. Is this her life now? It is, and she accepts it all full heartedly.

"Oh, Elvis. Do you know how special you are?" She whispers.

Elvis' smile widens once more. He hears her call him "Elvis," so it seems like he's making some progress.

"I don't know if I'm that special... but you're really special to me."

"You mean the world to me, Elvis. I'm not trying to sound like Toni Braxton, but you do." Jordee jokes.

Elvis chuckles a little bit. He keeps on kissing her more and starts to move his other hand further down her body.

"Oh, I like when you say that."

"It's true." Jordee rubs her fingers on Elvis' back. Elvis' smile grows more as he feels her hands on him. He runs his fingers through her curly hair again and looks down at her.

"Will you make love to me?" Jordee asks. The words fall out of her mouth and fly to Elvis' ears. Elvis looks her in the eyes with a thrill similar to a teenage boy on prom night.

Elvis smiles and nods his head. He positions himself on top of her gently. He brings his face close to her.

"I would love to make love to you." He whispers, kissing her lips with vigor and umph. Elvis holds the kiss for several seconds before breaking it. He pulls his lips away, but he doesn't back away from her. He smiles at her and looks down at her with love.

Jordee is so excited she can hardly contain herself. This is the beginning of her love story with Elvis. She just wants to please him and to be pleased in return. His eyes are so captivating.

"I could get lost in your baby blues." Jordee says.

Elvis leans down in for another kiss. "You know, I feel like I could get lost in these eyes," he says, hypnotized.

Jordee gently tugs Elvis close to her and whispers. "Let's get lost together."

Elvis smiles happily at Jordee as he hears her whisper this to him. He pulls her in even closer once he hears this. He leans in and starts to kiss her deeply, making sure to put all of his love, affection, and passion into it.

As they kiss, Jordee wraps her legs around him. Elvis starts to grind slowly into her, and she begins to softly moan. The sensation is so enjoyable. This is it. Elvis is the one, and she's ready.

Elvis keeps on kissing Jordee as he feels her hug him. His smile grows on his face as he hears her moan. His hand feels her back and moves up her body a little. He leans in closer to her and kisses her again.

"What do you want to do, Elvis?" Jordee whispers in his ear.

Elvis's smile widens a little bit.

"What do I want to do... I wanna continue to make you feel good, Jordee."

He moves his hand up towards her hair and starts to run his fingers through her curly hair. His other hand travels down in between her thighs to her sacred place, where Elvis gently rubs his fingers on her clit. This is new for Jordee, but she wants to explore every avenue with Elvis.

"I wanna make you feel good too." Jordee slips her hand in his pajama bottoms and rubs his firm ass gently. Elvis blushes up a little more and looks down at her. His breath goes shallow as Jordee eases her hand to his hardened shaft.

Elvis doesn't remove her hand though. He let's her do what she wants to. He lets her make him feel good.

"Give me your hand?"

Elvis gives Jordee his free hand, and she kisses his knuckles and his fingers. Elvis smiles and hid heart glows.

"That's such a sweet gesture."

He's not sure what she has planned, but he's willing to go along with it for now. Elvis rubs on her clit faster and Jordee can't contain her moans any longer.

Elvis smiles up at her and leans in to kiss her again. He can think of nothing but Jordee in this moment. Elvis' face goes a little red when he hears her moan. He stops the kiss for a second just to look at her.

"Were... were you enjoying that?" Elvis whispers in her ear.

All Jordee can do is nod her head vigorously. She wants more.

With his free hand, Elvis's fingers start to run through her curly hair as he's kissing her. He's starting to get a bit lost in the moment as he's kissing her and fingers her pussy.

Jordee gets lost as well, lightly stroking his cock and wraps her legs around him.

Elvis starts to lean back as he removes his hand away from Jordee's sacred place. His mouth is wide open as he's watching her work. They look each other in the eyes, and Jordee stops herself. She captivated and lost in Elvis.

"Jordee, you know... I gotta say. You look as beautiful as ever right now."

"You are the most handsome man in the room." Jordee says, leaning up to kiss Elvis and gently bites his lower lip.

Elvis' expression is serious. He's not joking around. Elvis leans over and starts to kiss Jordee deeply once more. Jordee slowly moves her body against his body. Elvis is trying to keep it together, but it's getting harder to do so. He keeps on kissing Jordee passionately, but he's starting to breathe a little more heavily now. He has needs that he wants to act on but doesn't.

Elvis gasps a little before he starts to moan again.

"Elvis, be gentle with me, please. It's... it's my first time." Jordee says.

"I know... that makes this even more special. You're my first time too"

Elvis leans in and gives her another deep and passionate kiss.

"Really?" Jordee asks, pulling away to look him in his eyes.

Elvis nods his head. "Yes, this is my first time, too."

"I can't believe it, but it explains a few things. Maybe I should have asked you. Are you sure?" Jordee lightly grabs his face with both hands. Looking him in his eyes, she begs for his permission.

"I'm one hundred percent positive that I want you." He smiles a little.

"Okay." Jordee kisses Elvis and brushes his hair with her fingers.

"Mmm... that feels good." Elvis says.

"I will love you forever, Elvis," Jordee whispers in his ear. She's so ready for all the lovemaking and playing they will do tonight.

Elvis smiles more. "I know you will, Jordee. I'm gonna love you forever."

"That feel's good to you... hmm?" Elvis asks, starting to move his hand around some more, and keeps on caressing her.

"Yes, that feels good. I like that." Jordee says. Then, in a moments passion, Jordee spontaneously says, "Bite me."

"You want me to bite you?" Elvis says, leaning closer to her whispering.

"Yes," Jordee whispers as she holds Elvis close.

Elvis smiles before kissing her more passionately. Placing his free hand at the back of her head, he bites her neck lightly, letting his teeth glide across her skin before sinking them into her flesh.

Jordee groins as the pain in her neck increases. She can't catch her breath. Her eyes widen. Her heart pounds in fear, and her mind is running so fast that it's trying to catch up.

"Elvis..."

Elvis gets off of her as he notices that she's starting to lose her breath. He's a little worried now, and his expression quickly changes.

"Are you okay, Jordee?"

As Elvis moves away, Jordee notices the blood on his mouth. She touches her neck and looks at her hand. Blood. Blood is on her neck and hand and Elvis' mouth. She sits up in the bed, fear filling her body.

"Elvis... what did you do?" She asks.

Elvis grabs her hand and looks at her hand and the blood. He wipes his mouth and sees the blood there, as well.

"I... I don't know... I think I bit you too hard." He starts to look confused and worried as he's saying this.

"Elvis your teeth." Jordee jumps out of the bed in fear, holding her neck. Jordee's towel conceals her body.

Elvis turns to look in the mirror and down at his teeth. He sees that they're longer and more pointed than ever.

"Oh, my God... my teeth... are sharp." Elvis starts to look worried too now.

"What are you?" Jordee asks.

Elvis seems a little surprised and taken aback by the question. He's still looking down at his teeth while saying this.

"What do you mean, 'What am I?'"

"You're not... human."

Elvis turns and looks at Jordee as she's saying this.

"What do you... mean I'm not human?"

"Your teeth, Elvis! My neck!" She shouts.

Elvis looks down and continues to analyze the sharp teeth.

"These don't look human, do they?" He says.

Jordee shakes her head and glares at him. She's silently planning a way out of the house. She needs to get away from him.

Elvis sighs and sits on the bed. "Well, now that you bring it up, I do feel kind of weird. This feels... strange."

He's shaking his head a little bit, too.

"Strange?" Jordee questions softly so as not to excite him.

Elvis nods his head. "Yeah... I mean, I'm not hurting or anything. I feel fine, but..." Elvis flexes his hands. "I feel like I'm changing somehow."

Jordee slowly backs away him the bed. "Changing?"

Elvis nods his head. "I feel like I'm getting stronger or something."

"Stronger?"

Elvis nods his head. "Yeah... I don't know what's going on, but I feel different."

His eyes start to go wide as he keeps on speaking.

"Jordee... you don't think I'm turning into... something... else, do you?"

"I think you've always been this way, and you think I'm stupid." She confesses, easing her way away from him.

Elvis's expression changes when she says this. He doesn't look upset or mad, but he looks confused now.

"You think I've always been like this?" He asked.

Jordee nods her head, still holding on to her neck, and then asks him a riddle. "What has fangs and likes blood?"

Elvis starts to think again, and then he gets really worried.

"A vampire..."

"You answered that quickly." Jordee says, fear rolling through her.

Elvis sighs. "Did I really just say that... out loud? I must look like a complete fool right now."

He looks down at his hands as he's speaking.

Jordee takes the opportunity, runs into the bathroom, and locks the door behind her. Elvis gets worried and stands up.

"Jordee, wait! I just need... let me explain something..."

She knew that she could never make it to the front door. He would chase and catch her. That was too risky. Jordee finds a rag and places it on her neck. She starts to cry. Was everything Elvis said a lie. Were the last few days a joke? Is he going to kill her?

Elvis starts banging on the bathroom door. He's starting to yell as he's talking now.

"Jordee, please just listen to me! I need to explain something!"

Jordee covers her mouth as the tears stream down her face. She's trapped with nowhere to run. She sits on the floor in anguish. Will Elvis knock down the door and finish her off?

"Please... just let me in the bathroom. I'll explain everything. I'll be really quick."

Elvis' voice is starting to get a little desperate now.

"Elvis, go away!" Jordee screams.

"Jordee...

Elvis sounds a little sad and concerned now. He leans his head against the door. Everything he said to Jordee about his feelings is true.

"I love you, and... I think... you need to hear what I have to say."

Jordee doesn't speak out of fear.

Elvis takes a deep breath and keeps on talking.

"I need to tell you why my teeth are like this."

"You're a vampire! What is there to explain! You tried to kill me..."

Tears start to cascade down Jordee's cheeks as she lies to the bathroom floor.

Elvis is getting even more upset as he's hearing this. He sits down in front of the bathroom entrance and rests his back against the door.

"I know what you're probably thinking, Jordee. But... I need you to give me a minute to explain something."

"Then talk."

Elvis takes a deep breath.

"Okay... do you remember how I told you that I'm not human a few minutes ago?"

"Yeah?" Jordee whispers, sitting up in the floor.

"Well... I meant what I said. I'm... actually... a vampire."

"No, shit!!!" Jordee shouts.

Elvis is still calm even though she's reacting so suddenly.

"I need you to understand something... I would never hurt you."

"You bit me! I'm bleeding, Elvis!"

"Yes, I did. But it was an accident. I know it doesn't seem likely, but... I'd actually love to explain everything."

Elvis looks up from the ground and looks at the door again.

"Please just give me a chance to properly explain myself, okay?"

"I'm not coming out!"

"Okay... fine. I'll speak to you like this then." Elvis looks down at the door and takes another deep breath.

"You probably think I'm a monster now... but I promise that I'm not. Yes, I am a vampire... but I'm not like those monsters in the movies. I'm not a bad person. I... I feel like I'm still me."

Elvis thinks about what he just said.

"And I feel so many things for you, Jordee. That's not going to change. I hope you still believe me about that."

Jordee listens from the other side of the door. She's terrified, but Elvis is trying his best to convince her she's safe. Jordee starts crying again. Elvis can hear her from his side of the door. She hears everything Elvis says, but she's in a state of disillusion. Her emotions are all over the place. One moment, Elvis and Jordee are making love the next minute, and he bites her.

Elvis starts to bang on the door again.

"Please just listen to me, Jordee! I can explain more! It was an accident! And... you have to know that it's really important that I tell you something."

"What, Elvis?" She says.

"It's something that you're not going to like... but I need to be honest with you."

Jordee looks at the rag she is holding to her neck. "Am I dying?" She asked.

Elvis sighs when he's hearing this.

"No, you're not dying."

He wants to say more, but he doesn't know if he should until she lets him in.

"What is it?" Jordee asks.

Elvis's voice is completely serious right now.

"I think it's probably best if I show you... I can do this without hurting you, okay?"

"You want me to come out?"

"Yes, please... I really need to show you something." Elvis says.

"How do I know you aren't trying to lure me out so you can finish me off?"

Elvis sighs. "You don't. But I still really need to show you something. It's important to me."

Jordee sighs. She stands up slowly and opens the door. Why is she trusting him? She'll never know.

Elvis is waiting just outside the door. He looks back at her and smiles a bit, standing to his feet.

"Thank you, Jordee. Now come to me... I want to show you something."

He extends one hand towards her. Jordee looks at his hand. Tears streaming down her face as she looks at his hand.

Elvis just continues to smile as he keeps his hand extended.

"Please... just trust me. I know there's something I need to show you." Elvis speaks with confidence.

Jordee slow reaches for Elvis' hand, allowing her hand to slide into his palm. He grips her hand gently yet tightly and pulls her close to him. Elvis looks excited now that she has taken his hand. He starts to walk her back into the bathroom.

"This is important. Just follow me."

Jordee faces her fears and listens to Elvis into the bathroom. He's pulling her into the bathroom now.

"Come with me... I want to make you feel better."

Jordee nods and follows Elvis into the bathroom. Never letting go of his hand.

Elvis walks over to the mirror and turns Jordee around so that she's facing it. He places his hands gently on Jordee's waist, standing behind her.

"Look." Elvis looks back at her in the mirror as he's speaking.

Jordee slowly looks up into the mirror. Elvis watches her as she looks into the mirror. She's shocked that she sees Elvis looking at her through the mirror.

"You... have a reflection." Jordee says.

Elvis looks shocked as Jordee points his reflection out. He chuckles. "Yes... I... I do."

"Is the mirror thing a myth?" Jordee asked, looking at Elvis.

"From what my father has told me... it's false. But... I should explain more to you."

Elvis takes a deep breath and pulls Jordee closer to him. Jordee takes a deep breath and hears him out. His father is a subject they had yet to speak on. She never asked him much about his background. He asked more questions about her than she did about him.

"My... my real dad was a vampire."

Elvis seems a little uncomfortable when he's talking about this.

"He turned me a long time ago and... I've been living like this ever since then."

He's still holding her waist and places his chin on her shoulder.

"Elvis Presley. Are you The Elvis Presley?" She asked.

Elvis smiles, but then he starts to look a little concerned again. She's focused on him and missing what he's trying to show her.

"Y... yes, that's right."

"How old are you?" Jordee is shaking asking him these questions but so eager to know the answers. Elvis holds her close to calm her.

"I'm... I think I'm... over two hundred years old."

Elvis is still looking at her as he's speaking now.

"You think? Or you know?"

"I know. I... I just have to do some quick math."

Elvis starts to do some math in his head.

"Um... yeah... I'm definitely well over two hundred years old."

"Well... you look good." Jordee says honestly, yet jokingly.

Elvis smiles a little bit. He's not sure if that was compliment or not.

"Thank you? I need to tell you something important now. I... I'm actually the King of the Vampires right now. Maybe you heard that somewhere before, but it's true."

Jordee loses her breath and faints. It may be from the loss of blood or the confession from Elvis. Either way, Jordee has gone limp. Her head is spinning, and it seems like she's floating.

"Jordee!" Elvis catches her as she faints. "Jordee... Jordee!"

Elvis supports her head and picks her up.

"Jordee... Jordee, can you hear me, love?"

Jordee feels so weak, yet her blood feels like it's on fire. She opens her eyes and speaks in a frail voice. "Elvis?"

"Yes, Jordee, it's me. I'm here." Elvis says, cradling her in his arms.

"I think you need to take me to the hospital."

Elvis nods. "Yes... I think you're right. Don't try to move. Just give yourself a minute."

Elvis is still holding her close as he's talking. Elvis starts to carry her out of the bathroom and places her on the bed. Jordee's still covered only by the towel she wore to bed.

Jordee fears that she won't make it to the hospital. Fear still courses through her body and a part of her torn. At this moment, Jordee knows that she must put her trust back in Elvis if she wants to live.

"Elvis?" She asks for him.

"Yes, Jordee, I'm right here."

"Can you heal me?" She asks him as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Elvis thinks for a few seconds before he answers.

"I can try. Do you mind if I... er... have a little drink?"

"Promise not to kill me?"

Elvis looks down as she's asking this. He pauses and then looks back up.

"I... I can't... promise. But... I can promise to be very... gentle."

Jordee turns her head to expose her neck to Elvis. She's putting her full trust in him once more in hopes that he'll be a man of his word.

Elvis takes her offered neck and starts to bite down into the marks he made earlier. He bites gently at first, and then his bite becomes a little stronger as he sucks some fresh blood into his mouth. The taste of her is devine and enriching as her blood fills his mouth. His tastebuds come alive with her savory nectar. Jordee is sweeter than anything he's ever had.

Jordee feels that something is wrong. Something is different.

"Elvis..."

"Yes, Jordee?"

Elvis is biting her neck a little harder as he's talking now. He comes up for air with her blood covering his pouty lips. He licks them clean and looks at Jordee.

"What is it?" Elvis asks.

"Stop."

"Why?" Elvis asks, biting her neck once more.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm drinking from you, Jordee. That's what I meant when I said I had to take a little drink."

He starts to bite down on her neck again.

"I thought you were going to heal me?"

"Yes, I'm making you feel better, Jordee." Elvis says still biting her neck as he's speaking.

"If I'm dead, how can I feel better?"

"You're not going to die, Jordee. You just need to trust me."

He sucks harder as he's speaking and his teeth are digging into her neck.

"My heart." Jordee replies. She felt it slowing down, but somehow, she felt stronger.

"Yes, that's because you're feeling better, Jordee."

Elvis is drinking from her neck harder and more deeply now.

All of a sudden, Jordee realizes something that she didn't before.

"Are you... turning me?"

He continues to drink from her neck and seems satisfied. He comes up for air once more with a smile on his face. He licks his lips.

"Yes, Jordee. I've already turned you."

Jordee sits up in the bed and looks at Elvis. Shock written all over her face. Is this true? Is she a vampire now?

"Aren't I supposed to drink your blood in order to turn?" She asked.

"That's not how it works, Jordee."

Elvis smiles and lets go of her neck.

"You've already been turned. That's why you feel different now."

"Is that why I fainted?"

"Yes, love. That's what happens to a human who's just been turned. Everything was just trying to catch up with you. Your heart, lungs, and your blood. "

Elvis strokes her hair when he's speaking.

"You didn't even ask me?" Jordee says, quite unpleased.

"I needed to turn you, Jordee. I don't like what I did either."

Elvis sounds a little upset now.

"But you did."

"I had to, Jordee, I just told you. Do you still love me?" Elvis really wants to know her answer to this.

"I don't know anymore."

Jordee gets off the bed and looks at herself in the mirror. She looks the same, but somehow, she's different. She feels different. This is what Elvis was trying to show her. This is not the life that she ever dreamed of. A vampire? In one moment, the choice she made changed everything. She grips the sink as she looks at herself. Is she the same woman she was last week? Is she a monster now?

"Jordee, please... you still have feelings for me, I know you do. Please, look at me, love."

Elvis steps closer to her and tries to touch her face, but Jordee moves away from him. Still facing the mirror, she looks at him.

"Right now, I feel rage. And I'm hungry." She confesses.

She can't explain her hunger, but it's stronger than anything that she's ever felt before.

Elvis seems a little disturbed as he's hearing this.

"Hungry? What are you thinking about, Jordee?"

"Blood."

Elvis seems very concerned now.

"Blood? Jordee, I... what are you... are you going to... do something?"

"Are you worried, Elvis?"

"Yes, Jordee, I am worried. I... I can't imagine you doing something like that..."

He looks at her and suddenly looks a little scared. Jordee can't imagine herself doing that. Killing as a means to survive was never ever her ideal life.

"What do you do to stop the urge? What do you eat?" Jordee asks Elvis, still looking at him through the mirror.

Elvis is silent for a few seconds as he thinks of his answer.

"I... I eat animals... rabbits... deer... anything I can catch in the woods."

He sounds a little ashamed of himself when he's saying this, but he couldn't eat off the blood of humans.

"You just fed off me." Jordee reminds Elvis.

"Yes... and I feel... horrible about it, Jordee. I really do."

Elvis is trying to sound sincere as he's saying this.

"The first night we met, Elvis, you said something to me. Do you remember what it was?"

Elvis looks confused for a few seconds. He tries to think about what she's talking about.

"I said... something to you?" He asked.

Jordee nods her head and quotes him.

"You should be careful when you're out here alone at night."

Elvis pauses, and then his expression changes when he realizes what happened. He sighs and looks away.

"Oh... that night... okay, Jordee... I was... I was trying to tell you that... I... I was trying to warn you about myself, Jordee."

"Look where it got me." Jordee chuckles to herself as tears fall from her eyes. She brushes her fingers into her curls and takes a deep breath. "Ha. Mama always said to be careful what you wish for. Look at me now."

Jordee places her hands back on the sink.

"Yes, well... you did make a wish for me."

Elvis smiles a little bit, but he can tell that she's upset. He looks at her and then takes her hand.

"Just... please try to understand, Jordee. I still want to be with you, despite everything."

"Still, despite everything? Am I your sin, Elvis?"

"No, Jordee." Elvis says with genuinely concerned.

"You'll never be my sin. Please, just think about everything that we said to each other before this... Think about everything that we felt for each other."

How can she? Elvis changed her into a vampire and didn't consider what she wanted. He didn't ask her if this was the life she wanted. He made the decision for her. He took away her choice, and now she only sees one way out of this.

Jordee looks at him with tears in her eyes.

"Tell me, oh great, King of Rock N Roll and Vampires. If a vampire doesn't drink or feed, they die, right?"

"Yes, Jordee, that's what we need to do to survive." Elvis sounds upset even though he's trying to be calm.

"How long does it take?"

"There's no set amount of time for how long we can go without drinking blood."

Elvis looks at her and then smiles. He pauses and then looks at her.

"But... if it makes you more comfortable... you can feed from me whenever you need to."

"Does that... is that okay with you, Jordee?"

"No." Jordee answers him in a stern voice. "I don't want this. I can't. I'll die. Alone."

Elvis is starting to sound upset. He still holds her hand tightly. Elvis' eyes are looking back up at her now.

"Jordee, you're not going to die. And you're not alone, I'm... I'm right here with you. Can you forgive me, Jordee... can you please forgive me?"

Jordee shakes her head and says the unthinkable. "Kill me."

Elvis looks at Jordee with wide eyes. He can't believe his ears. Did she really just tell him that? She's upset and not thinking clearly.

"Kill you...? No, no, I can't do that, Jordee."

Elvis is trying to sound very sincere as he's saying this.

"Please... just try to understand, love."

"I don't want this." She cries. She's afraid of herself.

Elvis suddenly looks very angry as he's answering her. His teeth are starting to elongate as his anger grows. He grips Jordee by the arms and starts to shout.

"Well, you know what? I didn't want to be a vampire either. And yet I'm one now, and that's a choice that was made for me. That's how it feels to me right now, Jordee! So please, I'm trying to make this work! I'm trying to ask you to just... give me a chance!"

Elvis calms himself down, sympathy rolling off of his body.

"Will I see my family again?" Jordee has more tears falling from her eyes as she thinks on her anchor to the moral world.

"I... I'm sorry, Jordee. No, you won't." Elvis looks genuinely sorry as he's saying this. "You won't see anyone you knew in your past life."

He tries to comfort her and strokes her hair again as he's replying. He hugs her close, trying to comfort her.

That was the final nail in the coffin for Jordee. Her rage is at a peak. Jordee breaks free from Elvis and runs to the kitchen to find a stake. She places it to her heart.

Elvis runs after her and shouts.

"Jordee, no... wait, please..."

Elvis takes a few steps towards her in order to stop her.

"Elvis..." she cries.

"Stop, please... I... please don't..."

Elvis moves faster and tries to grab her hand, but she backs away. Elvis' heart is shattering but not yet broken because his love is still here. He just needs to say the right words to convince her to stay. She doesn't know it yet, but when he changed her, the love he had for her grew. When he consumed her blood, they became one. He can't be without her, or he'll die.

"Jordee, please," he says, stretching forth his hand.

"What do I have to live for?" Jordee asks, crying and shaking. Her whole life that she knew yesterday was gone.

"Me, Jordee. You... you have me."

Elvis is looking her right in the eyes as he's saying this.

"You?"

"Yes, love... you have me. I'm right here." Elvis says as he starts to get closer to her again.

Jordee thinks about the last few days with him. All the love, kisses, hugs, and talks they shared. She thinks about the fountain. She's never felt so loved. Jordee falls to the floor and drops the stake. She cries for her new love, but also her loss of her life. Elvis gets on his knees in front of her and puts his hands on her arms.

"Are you okay, Jordee?" Elvis asks, picking Jordee up in his arms and embracing her.

"No. My family. What am I going to do?" Jordee cries.

Elvis rocks Jordee in his arms.

"I know... I know, love. There's nothing more I can say to make you feel better right now."

"How am I supposed to live?"

"You're supposed to live with me." Elvis says, feeling desperate now. "Please, this is all that we have now. Please, just stay with me... don't leave here."

"Your last girlfriend... did she know?" Jordee wonders out loud.

Elvis is suddenly distracted by the question.

"Yeah, actually she did know. She knew everything."

He doesn't seem happy when he answered her.

"She's still human?"

"Yes, she's still human. I... I left her, not too long ago." He sounds a little sad and upset when he's saying this.

"Why am I so special?"

"Why? Because..." Elvis grabs Jordee's face to look her in her radiate brown eyes. "Because I wanted you to be special, Jordee. You are special to me."

Elvis is very much trying to make her believe him. Jordee sits in silence for a moment, contemplating her life decisions.

"Come here, love."

Elvis is trying to convince her to come be with him.

"You can still be happy with me."

"My pictures."

"I've got your pictures... I have them right here."

Elvis runs to get her camera off the sofa and holds it out for her to see. He's sinks back to the floor to be close to her.

"My job?"

"You don't... you don't have to go back to your job now. You can just... well... You can just live with me... I'll take care of you, Jordee. I promise."

"Can I go out in the daytime?"

"Yes, Jordee. You can go out during the day just like I do. We can... well, we can go out in the day together... if you'd like?"

Elvis seems much happier when he's answering her.

Jordee takes a sigh of relief. She thought she was saying goodbye to everything.

"Elvis? Can I please tell my family goodbye?" She asks her heart braking.

"Oh, Jordee, I thought you might ask me that, and yes, of course you can. If it makes you feel better?"

Elvis doesn't seem very happy when he's saying this at first, but then he smiles at her.

"Will you be okay with me being there too?"

"They should meet my husband. The man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." Jordee answers sincerely.

"Yes, I'm going to be your husband now, love. But... you should know that... you might not be able to see some of your family anymore."

Elvis is being gentle in the way he explains this to her but he does really need to prepare her for this.

"That's fine. I...I can make up excuses. Just let me hear their voices."

"Okay, yes, of course. Of course, I can do that for you, Jordee." Elvis nods quickly as he's agreeing to it. "Just... is... is there anyone you want to call first?"

"Let's do it tomorrow, please? Not now. I'm not ready."

"Yes, alright, Jordee. We can do it tomorrow. It's okay. Just let me know whenever you're ready, okay?"

Elvis is holding her hand again as he's replying.

"What do we do now?" Jordee asks.

"... We could... how about we... we go and watch a movie. Does that sound okay to you?"

Elvis is smiling at her when he's making this suggestion, and then he seems to get an idea.

"Hey, Jordee, I've got a question for you."

"Yes."

Elvis smiles as he's saying this.

"Do you... want me to give you a vampire kiss?"

"What's that?"

"Well, it's like a human kiss... only better. And it'll be a little bit longer because... because I'll be taking a little bit of blood from you."

Elvis is starting to sound eager about the idea of kissing her now.

"Not now." Jordee shakes her head and looks off into the distance.

"Okay, alright. That's okay, Jordee."

Elvis looks a little bit disappointed, but he's still smiling at her.

"Whenever you're ready for it, just let me know... I'm sure you'll love it, love."

"My things? My apartment?"

"You... don't really need your things, Jordee. Now you only need me, love. I'll take care of you now. Whatever you need."

Elvis is smiling at her and still holding her hand. Jordee looks at him.

"I'm not used to this, Elvis. This is all so new to me."

"I know it is, Jordee. But... I've done this before. I can help you through this. You're right. You're new to this, and I'm here for you."

Elvis is leaning close to her as he speaks, almost as if he's trying to kiss her.

"Can you trust me, Jordee?"

"I have to." She admits.

Elvis smiles at her and then brushes the stray hair from her face.

"Yes, you do, love. Do you... can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Do you still... do you still want this? Do you want to be with me, Jordee? Despite everything? Despite knowing what I am? What I did?"

"I..." Jordee walks away from Elvis and sits on the couch.

"Elvis, I wish you told me before. Honestly, I would have never believed you. I would have thought you were being silly and joking with me. Maybe over time, I would have understood because I love you. But Alas, here we are. I've been a vampire for an hour? Two hours? And everything I know is gone."

Elvis sits down next to her.

"I know, Jordee, I know... It's all so new to both of us right now. We didn't have much of a choice. This was just destiny, I guess. But... you can still be happy with me. I know you still love me, I know you do."

"I do. Very much." She admits.

"Then let's be happy together. Let's just try to make this work for us. You're everything that I could have ever wanted. You have to know that, Jordee."

Jordee stands up and starts to sing Lauryn Hill.

If the sky's could fall. Not even if my boss would call. The world could seem so very small, and nothing even matters at all. No, nothing even matters at all.

"Elvis?" She whispers.

"Yes, Jordee? What is it?"

Elvis is looking up at her with a small smile.

"Can you sing the next line?"

Elvis smiles, walks up behind her, and hugs her waist. He rests his chin on the top of her head, and he starts to sing the next line.

Oh, I don't need no alcohol Your love makes me feel ten feet tall without it. I go through withdrawal, and nothing even matters at all.

Jordee giggles with a real smile on her face. She holds his hands close to her waist as they rock slowly back and forth.

"You see, love? We can be happy together... even after all of this."

Elvis smiles at her again as he's singing the song with her.

"Nothing even matters to me but you...and Duke. Of course, Duke." Jordee laughs.

"Yes, of course, Duke. Duke is an important man in your life."

Elvis starts to laugh a little bit at the end of the sentence. He's having a very good time right now just being with her and singing.

Jordee turns around in his arms and smiles. "Give me that kiss now, please."

Elvis is surprised by this request. But, he's not going to say no.

"Are you sure, Jordee? Do you really want me to do this now?"

"Do it before I change my mind."

Elvis is nodding, and then he leans in towards her. He's still surprised at how fast this has all happened... but he's not going to stop now. He wants this to work.

Elvis is gently holding both of her arms as he leans in closer and closer to her lips. His fangs grow, and he plants an opened mouth kiss to Jordee lips.

Jordee realized this was different but enjoyable. She felt his fangs slightly cut into her cheeks. The taste of blood was smeared on her tongue, and it was like a piece of strawberry cotton candy over her tongue.

Elvis was right. It was very different than a normal human kiss. Jordee could feel him taking her blood as he kissed her... it was a strange feeling, but it wasn't painful or uncomfortable. And Elvis had been right. She loved it.

He pulled back after a few seconds and let his fangs descend into his teeth again. He was looking at her, almost eagerly to see how she felt right now.

Jordee opens her eyes to look up at Elvis in awe. "Wow." Is all she could mustar up.

"Yes, you see, love... I knew you'd love it."

Elvis was smiling again when he's talking to her, and he even had a few droplets of blood on his lips.

"You feel it now, don't you, Jordee?"

Jordee nods as she feels this unearthy connection between herself and Elvis. Something that was linking them together the entire time. "Yes, I feel it." She whispers.

"That's the feeling of... of my love for you, Jordee."

Elvis still sounds happy as he's saying this, and his eyes look filled with love at her now.

"I love you, Jordee. And I feel as if I'm with you for a reason. Destiny doesn't seem so bad right now."

"Not right now."

Taglist: @missmaywemeetagain @beeandheroddobsessions @headfullofpresley @everythingpresley @epforeverohyes @vintagepresley @pianginferno @powerofelvis @ab4eva @foreverdolly @searchingforgravity @thatbanditqueen @daffieapple @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @epsgirl @richardslady121 @literally-just-elvis-fics @thememphisflash1935-1977 @vintageshanny @iloveelvis @samfangirls @sissylittlefeather

[valleynix]

Pls make the scenario real, it's time for Bela's revenge.

All those nasty fics I stumbled across while scrolling on ao3, my goddess I'm traumatised just by the tags🥴

I just want 3k words of them cuddling and doing silly little fly things together 😭😭😭 is it too much to ask for 😭

I do hope despite the fear you'll include more of their interactions in the following chapters, they always make me smile <\3 😔 your content keeps me fed.

Literally every time I read:

Miranda's character is also so very tragic, the poor woman is lost in the madness and all she ever wanted and wants is just to get her kid back :(

Basically everyone has their own reasoning behind their actions (like Dimis' have theirs for all the killing too, they just want to survive like anyone else) and I love that.

Oh, I like the theory with the mould. It has a logical explanation to why the blood would taste different and it's on a physical not spiritual level (like a tainted soul would). That makes sense. Thank you (and Cas!) for all the explaining!

WORKING ON IT (maybe next chapter >:3)

yeah the amount of times i've wanted to leave this fandom purely because of those weird fucks is astonishing. never once have i been so torn between staying because the good ones bring me so much joy and leaving because of what people do to these characters

i'm pretty sure a lot of y'all know me from tiktok and such or found out along the way, but i have called these weirdos out on several occasions and it's always WILD to have at least one person defending the SA, incest, etc. by being like "ummm acksually 🤓" like y'all disgust me

i'm not planning to leave until i at least finish TPtM, but for the moment i literally just don't interact with anyone 💀 i don't scroll on any of the Dimitrescu tags anymore, i don't go on ao3 anymore, and that kinda hurts because i do love this fandom but the amount of degenerates.....

but onto happier things, at least on tiktok my comments are mostly normal <3 i'm hardly even on tumblr unless it's to answer asks or browse before bed because seeing some of y'all say Alcina is abusive or that Bela and Cass are hot together infuriates me

anyways

truly believe western culture has ruined how affectionate people can be with their family 😭 like if i wasn't socially awkward i'd be kissin my friends on the cheek or forehead because it's so cute to me <3 people who take everything as something romantic/sexual regardless of who the relationship is between are WACK

but i will try my best to continue, at least for the, like. two handfuls of people i can name off the top of my head that keep me going <33

listen i both love and hate Miranda. i feel so bad for her and she's such a great villain in canon, but at the same time... 😭 miss girl PLEASE get some therapy, oh my god

i'll make sure Cas sees the gratitude, but i do hope the explanation helped a bit! i try to make the fic as "canon" as possible in terms of abilities and what the megamycete does/can do, which leads to... lots of studying :') <33

[damienthepious]

Rilla perspective Rilla perspective!!! and makeouts :)

heart beats best in a bed (chapter 20)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ch 12] [ch 13] [ch 14] [ch 15] [ch 16] [ch 17] [ch 18] [ch 19] [ao3] [ch 21] [???] [Rating: Mature Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, (others? eventually?) Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Rivals With Benefits, (I CANT BELIEVE THAT WAS ALREADY A TAG THANK FUCK), Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe, (it’s not ROLE reversal it’s like. RELATIONSHIP reversal), (the timing is fucked with), (who knows who first), Sex with Feelings, Relationship Negotiation, (i literally never know how to tag things), (some miscommunication and mild angst in the future), Pining While Fucking, Porn With Plot Summary: Sir Damien is a committed, dedicated knight with a shining record and spotless reputation. Barring, of course, his one minor indiscretion, his singular, secret exception. It does not bear mentioning, of course. The arrangement is purely practical, purely physical, utterly inconsequential, of course. It is not as if a monster would- could care for him in any meaningful way, after all. The idea is impossible; as impossible as the idea of Sir Damien possessing any feelings whatsoever for the monster in return. Chapter Summary: Rilla doesn't push. No matter how much she wants to. Chapter Notes: okay okay okay i've been vaguely stuck on this beast for a while now but i finally KNOW the next little bit, and ahahhaha there are still so many things left to come. I have some later chapters almost ENTIRELY written (and have had for.. a while) but we still have to get there before i can let y'all in on the fun shit in the future :) in the meantime, a whole chapter from Rilla's perspective!!!! i fucking love her so much.]

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Rilla winds up not stopping for what feels like a long time, actually. She doesn't stop, no, but she also doesn't push very hard, either. Damien seems entirely content with kissing, for the moment, and Rilla certainly isn't going to be the one to make the next move.

Normally, yes, she would. She certainly wants to, if she's being honest, but...

She knows that he's in an odd position. She knows that he's... awfully sweet, almost shy. With her, at least. She doesn't want him to be uncomfortable with their end of this arrangement.

She's enjoying the kissing, anyway. It was a little odd, a little awkward at first, figuring out how they fit together best like this. And, of course, it takes time to learn how to kiss someone new in any case, but Damien- almost seems unpracticed? Maybe? Which... does he not actually kiss his "lily?" Or- maybe she's just imagining it, maybe it's nothing so dire as that.

His kisses keep wandering, actually, gentle and soft along her jaw, her neck, but (despite the way that makes her entire fucking body tingle) he doesn't seem to mean it in the way that she feels it. It just kinda seems like how he likes to kiss. Which is... more than fine with Rilla.

Or it would be, if the whole not pushing him thing weren't starting to feel more and more difficult. If he wasn't so surprisingly good at making her want.

[read more on ao3]

[pr-ttyface]

B.O.Y. B.S.F

desc: so basically, she does this prank on her boy bestiee in her car where she gon go up to him like she tryna kiss him n he falls fa it. he grabs her chin and kisses her but thing is she don pull bck!

type & 'warnings' : fluff; no swearin (ian do that lol); its jus sum kissin, no harm :))

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(omd pls don imagine that guy as the bsf. imagine the girl as aaliyah but look fa anyb else fa the guy bsf)

CHARACTERS:

aaliyah - main

roman - main's bsf

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"heyy y'all!" aaliyah greeted the camera as she set it down, smiling. "how y'all doin'? it's ya girl, a-a-l-i-y-a-h!" aaliyah finished off, moving her hands and popping her neck whilst pronouncing the letters. she smiled showing off her cute dahlia dimples as well as her pink and silver braces.

"so today, i'm gon' be doin' a prank on rom and it's basically where me and him gon' be in this car and i'm gonna start getting all close up or whatever. let's see what happens!" aaliyah squeals, looking to her right before look back at the camera again and clapping her hands.

"he's comin' in about a 50 seconds. oh yeah, shoutout to whoever thought of this prank first btw." she added.

after around a minute, roman shows up to the window and knocks on it, signaling for her to open the door. aaliyah notices this and does what she is meant ta do.

"heyyy" aaliyah shouted. they did their lil' secret handshake or whatever. "watchu so loud fo?" he replied.

"nice ta know that chu missed me too" aaliyah laughed.

"yeah i been" aaliyah side-eyed the camera then looked back at rom. "proper english? anyways, tell me wassuh like witcho life and errythin"

"man, forget allat"

"bruh"

"yeah, yur'd me. life okay doe. could be better. couldn't be worse." aaliyah carefully listened whilst staring at his lips.

"eyes up here, bruh" he kissed his teeth. "what bout cho ass? you been good? ain't nobody hurtin' or nun?" aaliyah nodded, staring into his eyes. suddenly, roman's phone started to buzz.he took it out of his pocket and saw that it was a phone call.

"be right back, shawdy" he nodded his head to outside of the door and he went out of the car to pick up the call.

aaliyah immediately turned her head towards the hidden camera and took it out. "guys, ok so he ain't notice nun, i don't think... i'm gon' start stepping up ma game a lil' bit to make things interesting and also i-"

she got cut off by her car door opening.

"wah good?" he asked.

"oh my goonih (goodness), so basically this one FEMALE-" she emphasized the word 'female'. "-decided to try sneak up on me but obviously i popped her butt"

she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"not too much" he added, chuckling.

"watchu mean? EXCUSE you." she raised her lips in a wide pout and cut her eyes at him.

she would take a glance at his lips every now and then, really whenever he would open his mouth. sometimes, she even leaned in to tell him something.

aaliyah could tell that it was getting him excited. "liyah"

"yes?" she answered.

"you coo?" he questioned. "uh-huh.." she nodded her head, licking her lips.

"the hell is you actin' weird?" roman queried.

"dunno watchu mean." she answered back. aaliyah stared into his eyes for a split second, looked away then looked at him again. honestly, aaliyah forgot all about the camera. she felt like it was only them. no camera involved. it was weird. she's had this feeling befo when it came to just them alone but never knew what it was.

roman leaned in closer to aaliyah. aaliyah leaned in closer to roman. just as she was about to pull away and say 'it's a prankkk!gotcha ahh!' - he grabbed her chin and pulled her towards his lips.

it caught her by surprise.

they lips softly grazed together before he smashed his lips on her vaseline-filled (ION KNO LOL), clear lips.

he pulled away and smiled, looking in her light brown eyes.

aaliyah blushed and didn't know what to do so she just looked at the camera. he kept looking at her.

she pulled him back into her arms and passionately kissed him. the kiss deepened as he opened his mouth, making it a open-mouthed kiss. aaliyah lightly moaned in pleasure of him sucking her tongue.

aaliyah pulled away and smiled. after that, she crawled onto his lap, sit on it facing him and leaned in. he forcefully grabbed her cheeks and pushed him lips into hers. she moved her head, enjoying the sound of their lips connecting. they continued to kiss as he put his hand underneath her white hood and into her braids.

finally, she pulled away to end the video. she turned around and sat back at her driver's seat. liyah took out her camera and smiled into it. "welp, there goes yo' prank.."

he doesn't even seem amused. he's just staring at her like he wants some more. (more kissing y'all, don't b nasty frl)

she giggles nervously before cuttin the camera out, knowing that later on she will edit an outro in.

she looked over to him and he pulled her back on his lap.

YOU CAN THINK OF WHAT HAPPENS NEXT CUH

LMAOAOAOAI HELPPP I PUT THAT GIF AS A JOKE N NOW IT WONT LEAVE FA SUM REASON

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

[darrenmerculieff]

Am I wrong for bein' lost?

The pressures of bein’ boss exhausted every bone in my body

I can't walk, I don't talk, I scream, I don’t stop to think

I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep

Ironic, I know, so I need more chronic to roll

Tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul

It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads

Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow, uh

Yo, how could you look me in the face?

You sat at the table with my daughter

Promisin' you got us right after you finished sayin’ grace

Why don’t you tell her what you're hiding in the bank?

It’s time to cut my lawn and see the snakes

It's time to tell the truth to every fan who doesn't understand

That it's because of you they had to wait

While you left me here to deal with all the hate

I still smile but feel so fake

It’s no sun, the clouds are opaque

So much shade I read on one page

I can't even look at your name without gettin' the shakes

What a mistake, uh, look how you take, uh

What doesn't belong to you, this was a rape

And if fate send us both to Heaven

I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate, uh

I woke up sweatin', tryna forget I'm in a mansion

'Cause fans are mad at my expansion

And my friend I thought was family

Who'd always understand me

Got offended 'cause he jealous

We supposed to be at the GRAMMYs

I'm askin', when did pride and passion

Get mistaken for handouts and ass-kissin'?

The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks Fifth

Took it from underground to massive and the come up was classic

Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' they ass kicked

I was battlin', puttin' these rappers in caskets

I was walkin' home, gettin' jumped after classes

Tell me, why don't my haters mention that shit?

Now my rent is due and I'm a tenant gettin' by with no credit

Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic

My schedule is so fuckin' hectic, but still I'm in debt

I'd be better off dead so life insurance keep my family fed

It's because of y'all I couldn't separate from my career

'Cause of y'all I hated myself for so many years

'Cause of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust

Even if I got a wife, she just somebody I fuck

(First place)

Isn't worth it when you see it's all (Two-faced)

Tryna fit into a world with no (New space)

Commit third-degree murder (What for?)

Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore

(First place)

Isn't worth it when you see it's all (Two-faced)

Tryna fit into a world with no (New space)

Commit third-degree murder (What for?)

Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore

The City of Angels, danger

The City of Angels, danger

[pagannightwitch]

4. Date

The final installment of my short series "The Dance". You finally make it to Frankie's place for your movie date. Fluffy stuff ensues. Seriously, so much fluff.

WARNINGS: lots of makin' out, y'all. Nothing too spicy here, but it gets heated. Lemme know if there should be more warnings.

18+ blog, no kiddos allowed. Yeet, skeedaddle, shoo. It's for your protection and mine.

So, I don't have anything formal, but if y'all wanna be put on some kind of taglist, shoot me a DM or leave me a comment wherever. I've had a couple of requests, and I'm happy to do it...but y'all, I'm new here. Be patient with old person Ro while I figure out the tumblrs, ok? 🤣

My lovely wife beta'd this for me, so any mistakes are ours. Lemme know if there's anything glaring. lol

Triple Frontier fanfiction:

Frankie MoralesxPlusSizeF!reader

✨✨Reader in this fic can visibly blush, and I was informed that not everyone can do that. I want everyone to feel welcome here! I just wanted my readers to be aware, and I want y'all to know I will be more mindful of this in the future.✨✨

If there's anything else I can improve on to make everyone comfortable, please feel free to send me a dm! 💗

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Comfortable.

You kicked your chucks off and scooted them into the corner where all of Frankie's shoes sat. His work boots utterly dwarfed your own beat up sneakers. It made you smile.

You followed Frankie through his living room, padding with socked feet into his neat kitchen and deposited the pizza boxes on the countertop. You looked up at him and beamed.

"Your place is gorgeous. It all feels very you."

He ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.

"I'm glad you like it. It's my safe haven, my own little corner of the world I can crawl into when I'm tired."

Your heart softened for him even more, if that was possible. He was looking around at the place he'd built up for himself, and then back down at you through his nearly-dry curls. You sigh and let your head fall and land on his arm. You feel him stiffen slightly before relaxing and slinging that arm around your shoulders for a side squeeze. He hesitated for a split second before planting a kiss on the crown of your head and encouraging you to dig in.

Paper plates overflowing with pizza and breadsticks, beer and sweet tea brought out, you settled into the big, squishy couch in the living room. Frankie dug the remote out of the cushions and started looking through various streaming platforms for something to watch. Once you'd settled on some drama film, you dug into the food in comfortable silence, enraptured by sweeping vistas flitting across the screen.

Once you'd both eaten enough to make bellies poke out, and pants a bit tighter, you spread on the couch a bit and leaned back into Frankie's chest. You tried to pay more attention to the movie, truly. The story was easy enough to follow in the very beginning, however, the warm body wrapped around you was incredibly distracting.

Frankie smelled so nice, and his heartbeat was comfortingly thump thumping your ear. He was messing with a loose string on your sleeve, and you'd been fidgeting with the zipper on his hoodie, when Frankie sucked in a breath. Your eyes widened a bit before you let out a squealing giggle.

Since you hadn't been paying attention to the movie, and apparently, neither had Frankie, the love scene seemed to pop up out of the blue. You could feel him begin to utterly radiate heat as he flushed at the sounds coming from the tv. Moaning, a squeaking bed and little uh uh uhs. He squirmed a bit and chuckled awkwardly.

"What's the matter Frankiiiie? We're both grown ass adults! Why are you blushing?"

His big hand covered his face as he mumbled something. You cackled and picked up a few of his fingers to uncover an eye. The crinkles around it showed how much he was smiling, and you had the sudden urge to kiss the happy little lines surrounding that twinkling orb.

So you did.

The laughter ended abruptly, it was like all the air was sucked out of the room. Your heart was beating hard enough to make your chest ache, you could see that Frankie's breathing had really sped up. He still had his hand partially covering his face, but seemed frozen like a deer in the headlights. He uncovered his eyes, reached forward slowly, tucking the little piece of hair that never wanted to behave behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your cheek enough to make you shiver.

His gaze darted to your lips and back up to your eyes. On instinct, you traced your bottom lip with your tongue and in an instant, Frankie had closed the gap between you. His hand drifted to the back of your neck, cradling your head, gently pressing the two of you together. The kiss was closed lips, chaste, soft. You parted with a light smick sound. He sighed and rubbed tiny circles into your scalp, his forehead pressed to yours.

"Baby, I-"

You didn't let him finish. You surged forward, grabbed his face in both of your hands and really kissed him. He shivered and grabbed you around the waist to haul you closer. You grunted as you shifted to a more comfortable position, never breaking the kiss. He sucked in a breath, groaned, and licked the seam of your lips. You parted for him eagerly and granted him entry with a whimper.

Tongues met, and he licked at you hungrily. He tasted of bread, sweet tea, and something that was simply, deliciously, Frankie. Experimentally, you used your teeth very lightly on his plush bottom lip; he hissed and further deepened the kiss. Smushing his nose against your cheek, his hot tongue probed deep, licking into you with a ferver, frantically grasping at your plush body. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you whined into his mouth, one of his hands sliding under your shirt to grip the bare skin of your waist.

You explored, licked, sucked, and sighed together till you had to surface for air.

He looked more than a little bit wrecked once you finally parted. Curls were sticking out everywhere, the masterful artwork of your greedy fingers, his plump lips swollen and a deep shade of pink, all shiny with your combined spit. Those dark, heavy lidded eyes looked down into your own lust blown ones. Chest heaving a little as he tried to catch his breath, his irises caught the kitchen light, making it look like they were glowing. A big, lopsided grin stretched itself over his beautiful features.

He patted his lap and you took the invitation, straddling his legs and pressing your chest to his. He ran his hands down your back and let them land on your hips. Pressing his forehead to yours, he closed his eyes as you encircled his neck with your arms. You sat for a while like that, cozy in each other’s presence.

The credits had rolled by, and all you could hear was the soft sound of Frankie breathing, the crackle of the fire, and the slowing thump thump of your own heartbeat. With eyes still closed, you feel Frankie lean forward and ever so gently brush his lips across every inch of your face, your forehead, each of your eyelids, your cheeks, down to your lips. The kisses were slow, languid, and unrushed. You savored his softness, the velvety heat of his tongue dancing with yours. You felt warm. Physically, yes, but also deep down. Fuzzy. Like things had finally clicked for you and all was right in the world.

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You must have eventually dozed off for a bit, a little puddle of drool had gathered under your face and you grimaced. Your eyes shot open, realizing with a small jolt that you were still straddling Frankie. He was snoring lightly in your ear and had his hands resting on your thighs. He'd draped the big fluffy blanket over your shoulders so as to cover you and him. You smiled.

Sweet man.

You never wanted to move, he was so toasty and...perfect. You sighed deep in your chest, drowsily delighting in the feel of him, solid yet soft, beneath you. The thought drifted lazily through your brain that you wouldn't mind snoozing on top of this teddy bear of a man forever. You buried your head into his warm neck and inhaled him in. He really did smell so fucking good. You'd have to sneak into the shower and see what soaps he uses.

Cracking open an eye, you stilled your breathing momentarily. What was that sound? Your brows scrunched up in concentration as you listened harder, trying to pinpoint what the hell that was. It was getting really loud; smacking against the metal chimney cover on the roof. Frankie stirred, and started to stretch beneath you. He sucked in a long breath, one eye open, arms and legs extended while you still sat in his lap.

"Do you want me to move for a better stretch, sleepyhead?"

He grunted out an uuh uhhh while still extending himself out in a big X beneath you. His shirt rode up to expose his tummy a little, so you grazed your fingertips over the fuzzy hairs there, just barely touching the skin. He giggled and it broke the stretch entirely, making him fold his whole body back inward, smacking your backside with his knees, his head thumping right into the crook of your neck.

"Oh-HO! You ticklish, Morales?"

Before he could squeak out a no, you'd shoved your hands under his shirt and dug your fingers into his ribs, gently pressing around a bit, till he was absolutely howling from deep down in his chest. He thrashed under you for a minute or so, bucking his hips up trying to wiggle away, finally catching your wrists in his big hands and holding them aloft. You were both wheezing from laughing so damn hard, and red-faced when you heard the weird sound again. Frankie moved you off his lap with a muttered,

"Aw, shit."

He ran over to the back yard window and opened the blinds.

"Welp, little sugarbee, you may be stuck for a bit."

You stood with the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, shuffled over to the window to peer out, and sighed. Heavy sleet. Frankie knew your car would slip and slide around on the ice. You knew he wouldn't wanna risk it in his geriatric truck.

"I could try to get you home if we go right now."

He really hoped you'd say no. It wasn't that he wanted to see you naked, well, it wasn't that he only wanted to see you naked. On top of having a car old enough to legally drink alcohol, your apartment building was ancient and had a hard enough time keeping the electricity from shutting down during light spring showers much less a deluge of slushy ice.

"You're welcome to stay though. I have loads of firewood, a camp stove, and plenty of canned and dried food if we lose power."

He risked a peek at you, and you were gazing at him with something he could only pin down as bemusement in your eyes.

You glanced at the clock, the oven read 4:15am. Your stomach lurched a bit thinking about getting to work in the morning in this mess. Right on cue, both of your phones dinged with messages at the same time. It was from your manager.

Jerry: Power out at the store. ETA on getting it back up is something ridiculous, like 3 days. Closed till icy shit clears up and we have electricity. Enjoy the rest everyone.

You chuffed out a small hm and peeked up at Frankie, only to find him shyly peeking at you too, the unspoken question in his eyes.

Stay with me?

"If you're ok with it, yeah. I'm not up to driving in this." He did a giddy little happy dance, curls bouncing everywhere.

You stop him in his tracks by grasping a fistful of his shirt to pull him down for a searing kiss, only to break it as he attempted to slip his tongue between your lips. You whispered seductively in his ear before gently biting his earlobe,

"Race you for the last breadstick."

You were off before he could recover from the obvious diversion you'd created to get a head start. He could hear you cackling in triumph as you rustled around in the paper bag for the semi-stale bread log. His face split into a wicked grin as he howled like a wolf and came barreling your way. You squealed and giggled when he caught you round the waist and dove for the breadstick. You licked it bottom to top and claimed it was yours now, ha ha.

"Pfft, like your spit would deter me."

You raised an eyebrow and made a huh sound as you offered him a bite. He leaned forward slowly as if he were going to be polite about it, and promptly stuffed half the length in his mouth and chomped.

You yelped and squealed in mock anger, crumbs flying as he laughed at your loud protests, choking a little when you started playfully pinching his sides. He gulped dryly, the lump of bread going down his craw with a struggle.

"Uncle, unclllleeeee. You're bruising my tender baby skin sugarbeeheh-hee-heeheeeeOW!"

One more pinch right in the soft tender meat of his armpit sends him off at a clumsy run, slipping a little with socked feet on the hard kitchen floor. He floundered in place for a stride or two before gaining traction, eventually run-shuffling off to vault over the couch and disappear on the opposite side. You heard him land on the cushions with a grunt.

You stumbled over, coughing between loud wheezes, your windpipe raw from the boisterous laughter. You used your sleeve to wipe tears from your eyes and plopped back down on the plush pillows next to your sweet Frankie. He wrapped a big arm around your back, his other dipping under your knees to scoop you up, transplanting you to his lap. Laying your head on his chest, you kissed his neck, and sighed in contentment.

You chose another movie together, something quiet to have on in the background. You gazed up at him with a sleepy smile. He peeked down at you and zoomed down to peck your nose with a tiny kiss before turning back to the screen. You felt your heart swell up, like it was going to expand and burst out of your chest.

This was a perfect ending to a perfect day. Listening to some octopus documentary, all wrapped up in this comfortably warm cocoon of affection with your favorite person. You promptly began drifting, Frankie steadily stroking your arm, humming a low tune into your hair.

You distantly felt him press a kiss to your forehead before settling into a warm, restful, sleep.

@rosellacwrites

[lockedtombmemes]

Favorite Griddlehark fics?

Oh my friend, how much time do you have?

Many recommendations under the cut!

Behind the Locked Door by UnseelieWench

Cyberpunk college AU, where Harrow is a tech master rather than a necro. Rated T+. Complete.

Fifth House Farm by beyondtheskyline

Harrow is sent to a farm as part of her juvie detention rehab. The Tridentarii are there. Gideon fixes a car. Rated M. In progress.

Kill The Dream by ghostdriive

Divine Daughter AU. Rated T+. In progress.

Navegesimus by zoicite

Harrow Nova AU by one of my favorite authors. Rated M. In progress.

The Mystery of You by influorescence

High school AU. Rated T+. Complete.

Visions of Gideon by tothewillofthepeople

College AU ft. oh my god they were roommates. Rated T+. Complete.

Orchids in Ink by Moonblastbitch

A whole-ass series based on that one post where somebody got a tattoo and realized they had a praise kink when the artist said, "Good girl." Harrow's the tattoo artist. Ratings vary by entry.

Let’s Make The Most of this Beautiful Day (Since We’re Together We Might As Well) by broken_hands & jpnadia

Neighbors AU, featuring both Griddlehark and Camcor, in just about every combination you can imagine. Known as the 4GFs AU. Rated E. Complete.

so quite a new thing by liveonthesun

One of my all-time favorites. Cottagecore ft. smut and softness and I've read it so many times, y'all don't even know, it's so good and gives me such warm fuzzies. Rated E. Complete.

i don’t know if i could ever go on without by liveonthesun

Post-pool scene, wonderfully in-character, kissin' and more. Rated E. Complete.

I’ll hold in these hands all that remains by corvidlesbian

Set nebulously post-canon, snuggly and sexy. Rated E. Complete.

On the Riverbank by Elldritch

Body-sharing, plot, smut, all by Elldritch. Rated E. Complete.

The Process of Elimination by zoicite

Her Divine Highness AU, Bachelorette style, ft. fake relationship. Rated E. In progress.

The River Flows by OwlChief6

Time travel is gonna fix everybody's problems. Rated M. In progress.

The Tournament by Son of Jade

Who doesn't love a medieval AU? This is a medieval AU. Rated M. In progress.

What Good Permitting Some Prophet of Doom by jpnadia

A burlesque AU ft. hate-fucking. Obviously it turns into love-fucking (spoilers), but you knew that was coming. Rated E. Complete.

Beheld and Beloved by Moonblastbitch

*pounds table* PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU. Rated E. In progress.

Dead Reckoning by SecretEvening

Canon continuation that could EASILY be actual canon. Everything here is spot-on in tone and content, and if things went like this I wouldn't be mad. Rated E. Complete.

Sky Full of Song by lemonpretzel

College AU ft. music major Harrow, fake dating, and a secret society with a sketchy past. Rated M. Complete.

The Furnace of You by Cypseloides

Canon continuation ft. Camilla Hect babysitting these fucking useless lesbians. Rated M. Complete.

you live in the dark, love, i cannot pretend by saltwaterconfessions

Each chapter is a different AU floating around in Harrow's rotten little mind. Rated M. In progress.

Inversion by BonesforTime

My latest obsession. This fic made me CRAZY, I can't stress enough all the things it made me feel. I'm legit going to have a hard time remembering that this isn't canon, when reading Nona and Alecto. Devastating and sexy. Rated E. Complete.

[starjaeyun]

hihi cutie !! may i request hcs of kissing mitsuya ?? ty baby <33

KISSING MITSUYA HEADCANONS

the title 'n ask says it all

𖦹 mitsuya takashi x gn! reader

𖦹 warning/s : slightly suggestive near the end

𖦹 i changed my status from hiatus to semi-hiatus :) i feel good today so i decided to write this and this req has been in my ask box for quite a while now. requests are closed as of the moment but asks and interactions are always open, please don't be shy to interact with me T_T

KISSING SUITOR! MITSUYA

you kiss his cheek every once in a while

he kisses your forehead every night before you enter your house

yes he walks you home

pretty much that's it

OH! and he kissed your hand when you finally said yes >///< he'll say "I won't make you regret it" with that happy, winning smile of his that'll give u butterflies T__T

KISSING BF! MITSUYA

you kiss his cheek more often now that you two are dating <3

when you don't kiss him, he'll jokingly whine "you know i think it was better if you didn't say yes to me because back then you used to give me lots of kisses on the cheek now you barely do :("

first kiss was on your first date

it was very romantic. you two were stargazing on top of a hill

you were admiring the stars saying stuff about how pretty they are until Mitsuya said something along the lines of "yeah, they're pretty. you're prettier though" while keeping his eyes on you watching your reaction

and there it happened. you two stared at each other until y'all slowly started to lean in

AND BAM! Y'ALL KISSED!

ykyk the cliché kissin' on top of the hill that happens a lot in movies but who cares?! what's better than to kiss mitsuya under the stars???

KISSING HUSBAND! MITSUYA

oh this ain't kissin' no more bestie🤨✋

this is full on make-out sessions

especially during your guys' honeymoon

we all know what happens during honeymoon😩

BUT when he comes home from work tired and you kiss or peck his lips his drained self will be happy once more (he prefers if u kiss though because according to him "a peck doesn't count")

he'll kiss you goodnight <3 and you'll do the same

expect waking up to see him staring at you lovingly with a soft smile on his lips before he mutters "good morning sweetheart. did you sleep well?"

that ^ or you'll wake up to him kissing you all over your face

he kisses your collarbone while back hugging you as you cook

however there are nights that are not so pleasant. and what are those nights you ask? the nights where you get nightmares.

if ever you get a nightmare he'll comfort you until you calm down and once you do? he'll keep reminding you that it's alright because he's there and won't leave you while kissing you

all in all Mitsuya loves kisses <3

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[we-are-inevitable]

hello my love !!!

this is me begging you to talk about ralbert from the small town au. anything. everything. whatever your mind comes up with. they’re My Boys and i wanna hear all your thoughts on them

i love you so so much mwah mwah <333

oh boy oh BOY

for those of you who aren't versed in the small town au, the gist is:

Race is a barrel racer in the rodeo circuit and his family owns a ranch.

Albert is a "junior" mechanic at his Uncle's shop and specializes in fixing up trailers and trucks.

they're dating! in secret! and they love each other!

and i have been having a LOT of thoughts about their relationship, specifically because of how they're hiding it.

who knows if i'll ever actually write this, but i think that their coming out scene would be a pretty big deal. my last one shot for them left off with Race confessing and asking al to go to a rodeo in Montana with him, so i think their coming out scene would be there?

just picture it: Race has just hit his all-time best run, coming in at about 14 seconds instead of his usual 16, and they're celebrating. i think they'd sneak off to the trailers and kiss; al would hold him, race would be a giggly mess, and everything would be perfect.

but Race's dad is at the rodeo, too; he came to watch Racer compete and meet up with some old buddies from college, and now he's stumbling across his son kissing another man.

i have a lot more thoughts about the aftermath of this, so feel free to send asks!!

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"Racer? Are you back here-- Oh, what in the... Anthony?"

And the moment is ruined.

Race's eyes widen as he pulls away from the kiss, instantly pushing Albert back; his heart pounds in his throat as he spins around, facing his father. A big, tough man. Hardened from years of ranch life. Brutal when he wants to be

Race stares at him like a deer in the headlights and can already feel the earth shifting beneath his feet.

"Pa," Race chokes out, eyes wide. "This- This ain't what it looks like, I swear, we was just--"

"You were kissin' DaSilva," his father says evenly, taking a few steps forward. "Anthony..."

With one glance to the side, Race sees the panic written all across Al's face: wide eyes, furrowed brows, his chest rising and falling so fast he may as well just finished a marathon.

Race takes in a shaky breath. "Don't- Don't hurt him, Pa, it's my- it's my fault, I kissed him and he didn't want it and- and it ain’t gonna happen again, I'm sorry, I- I just--"

"Tony," his father cuts him off again, and Race flinches when he sees one of his father's hands raise. His dad has never laid a hand on him, has never so much as yelled at him, but Race has seen the news. Read the articles. This might be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

But instead of a fist making contact with his face, all Race feels is a hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a tight hug.

His father sighs, and Race can feel the way his grip tightens. "I'm sorry, son," He says in that gruff, accented voice of his. As he pulls back, Race looks up, and sees a look of sincerity written all over his father's face, visible even under all of the dirty blonde facial hair he has.

"Sorry?" Race repeats, gulping. "What- What'd'ya mean?"

"I'm sorry you felt like ya had to hide," He answers, then glances to Albert. "Look, I... I ain't gonna lie, this'll take some gettin' used to, but... but you boys are okay in my books."

"Y'ain't mad?" Albert’s voice, sounding shakier than usual, says from thr side.

Race's dad shakes his head. "'Course I ain’t," He says, then looks back down at Race. "Look, just... just be careful. I'm proud of you."

Race hugs him, and lets the few tears he's been holding back fall, digging his fingers into the back of his dad's pearlsnap Wrangler shirt.

Once he pulls back, he instinctively reaches for Albert’s hand. Race leans into his boyfriend's shoulder as his dad watches them, looking... confused, but not angry.

"How... How long have y'all two been together?" He asks.

Race and Al glance at each other, and Al finally meets Mr. Higgins' gaze. "Since eighth grade, sir."

"Since eighth-- Christ almighty," He whispers, rubbing his forehead, before nodding. "And y'all have had to hide it for this long... Christ, I'm sorry, boys."

"It ain’t your fault, sir," Al says with a gulp. "We, uh. We knew what we was gettin' into."

Mr. Higgins sighs. "Do your folks know, Red?"

"No, sir. They... wouldn't take it as gracefully as you have," Albert admits with a sigh, squeezing Race's hand.

"Them sons of bitches can kiss my ass," Mr. Higgins mutters. "You're always welcome at the ranch, okay? And if they give you any shit, you best tell me. I'll set 'em straight for ya."

Albert smiles and nods, not trusting his voice to work with the tears slowly welling up in his eyes. He looks down at Race, who stares up into Albert’s eyes with his signature grin.

And things will never be perfect.

They're sure as hell getting better, though.

[strangelysamantha]

small details ❀

pope heyward x plus!reader

warnings: slight mentions of an insecure reader, but otherwise really cute fluff :)

words: 1,174.

summary: “i never thought you’d pay attention to me in that way.” when pope accidentally reveals to you, that he does indeed, pay attention to the little things you do.

request: nope :)

a/n: pope is so underrated. i love him so much, so expect me to write a lot of fics about him <3

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pope was always watching you. not in a creepy way, more of, a protective way. he wanted to make sure you were always safe. obviously he would be secretive about it. he didn’t actually want you to know that he was paying attention to everything you did. you, still very unaware of his protectiveness, still managed to worry him often. 

you sat on john b’s boat as he sailed you and your friends out into the middle of nowhere. you were sitting on the floor, kiara by your side as you two discussed various political topics. “the ocean is littered with trash. the sea animals have to live in a disgusting environment, that they had no part in destroying.” you nodded as she continued rambling on about her passion for the state of our earth. “i agree kie. it's so unfair to the animals.” you continue in on your conversation.

pope sat behind you listening, sharing his input every once in a while when he deemed necessary. john b was focused on steering the boat while jj was focused on the blunt he was perfectly rolling between his fingers. the boat came to a halt, now still in the ocean’s salty water. “the ship has arrived.” john b laughed before stepping away from the ship's wheel. you laughed at john b, “thanks captain.” he smiles lightly at the name, “anytime.”

“well, who wants to swim?” jj asked, after exhaling the smoke from his blunt from earlier. your breathing quickened but you hid it by applying a fake smile to your lips. “i’m always down.” kie stands up immediately, already undressing to reveal a yellow bikini that was hidden under her clothes. “well, alrighty.” john b glances at you smiling, before he dove into the deep water, kiara and jj following after him. you glance at the three of them as they splash each other with the water.

despite you knowing the pogues for a long while, you still felt nervous every time they invited you out on the boat. your anxiety always spiking when you realized they wanted to swim. you glanced to see pope was already staring at you. “pope? why are you staring at me?” you laugh as a smile appears on his lips as well. “just because. are you going to swim with us?” he doesn't look away from you, waiting patiently for your answer.

you hesitate, looking up at the blue sky. “maybe, i’m still deciding if getting soaking wet is worth it.” he nodded softly, moving beside you. “well i'll stay up here with you.” you frown, not wanting to take away his fun. “no you really don't have to. i don't want to make you miss out.” you look over at him, making eye contact. he takes this time to examine you. your breathing is slightly heavy as your hands fidget together. “are you okay?” he suddenly asks you, catching you off guard. “of course i am pope, why do you ask?” he stays silent, finally looking away from you.

“i know you aren't okay, you don't have to lie to me.” pope placed a hand on your knee, sighing. “i’m fine. you are reading this situation wrong, you don't know me at all.” you huff rolling your eyes. he scoffs. “i don’t know you at all? do you really think that?” he asks, and you shrug slightly. “it appears that way.” pope tries to contain his annoyance but it's inevitable as it all comes rushing out without him really meaning it.

“you really think i don't know you?” you roll your eyes at his repetitiveness, “what do you know about me then?” you ask him. “i know that you light up so easily, so excited by the small things in life, that you smile without even realizing it. how you put others before yourself, to the point you don't even question it, it just comes natural to you. how you are so loyal, and your laugh and smile is capable of lighting up a whole room. the way your hands fidget together when you're nervous, and how you speak so heavily with your eyes. how your leg starts bouncing when the room gets too quiet, and that you mess with the jewelry around your neck when you are in a popular public place. i know you, okay? i know you because i pay attention. whether you think that or not, i know myself, and i know that i do know you.” 

your eyes go wide at his words. your mouth openly slightly in shock. pope's eyes going wide as he realizes what he has done. a tear slips down your face. "i'm- i'm sorry i didn't mean to blow up on you like that." you smile softly as you reach in to hug him, he eagerly hugs you back, his arms slipping around your waist. “i never thought you’d pay attention to me in that way.” you say softly. your heart flutters in your chest, "of course i pay attention to you, why wouldn't i?" you smile softly, "pope, i-," your moment is suddenly interrupted by your friends.

in the water you hear john b and jj calling for both you and pope. “are y'all coming out to the water or not?” jj asks and john b follows up, “you guys better join us.” john b stays afloat over the water, as kie slowly climbs onto the boat, she smiles at us. “what are you guys even doing? are y’all kissin’?” jj makes a smooching noise before silencing. you roll your eyes as you imagine the smirk evident on jj’s face as he says his sly comment. "no, jj. and even if we were, i wouldn't tell you." pope looked over the boat at jj swimming, and jj scoffs in shock. "okay, i'll remember that pope." everyone has climbed back into the boat.

“yes, yes. okay, pope and i were just about to join you.” you roll your eyes, pulling off the oversized shirt that once hid your figure. pope copying your actions, ripping his own shirt off. his eyes scan you up and down, admiring your bathing suit before kiara calls him out. “pope, we all see you obsessing, take a photo or move on.” you laugh slightly, before throwing your legs over the boat and dipping your foot into the water, the water being quite warm.

suddenly, someone's hands push you off the boat, submerging you completely under the water. you float above, wiping your eyes. “sorry, i just had too.” pope was smiling down at you, still sitting on the boat. you huff pretending to be mad before rolling your eyes and showcasing a smile on your face. you get payback, splashing water at him, hitting him in the face. ‘HEY!” he jumped in, splashing you. jj soon joined in, as well as kiara and john b. the five of you splashing and playing in the water together. you laughed as you enjoyed a fun time with the people you love most.

<33 here's a quick story as i finish writing some requests to post tmw!!