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fanfic-me-up · 4 years

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Birthday Boy || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You plan Denki the most epic party, but save the best gift for last 😉

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!Reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content, heavy drinking (but being safe about it)

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! Huge thanks to @shoutogepi for betaing, u always come thru for my denki content, like where would i be without u 😭 This is for Denki’s b-day (that passed lol) but ima just post anyway so hope you enjoy! 💖

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Denki’s in the corner overlooking the scene in front of him with a drunken smirk on his face. This party is going down as the most epic rager in the history of ragers. The spacious backyard allowed you to hire a DJ to come in and pump beats through a bad ass stereo system that even Jirou approved of. And she has unbelievably high standards considering her quirk. The bass is turned up all the way that Denki can feel it thumping against his chest.

You took the time to decorate the rest of the yard with canopies and fairy lights, providing a pretty backdrop over the starry sky. Denki’s birthday is in summer so the breeze tickling his skin was just right. People are still splashing in the pool despite it being ten at night.

Denki sees you across the yard, waving goodbye to the taco man you hired. You actually planned the whole party on your own. Denki had no idea how you balanced party planning with late-night work shifts, all the while keeping it a secret so Denki wouldn’t find out.

Then again, it wasn’t that hard to keep it from him, Denki literally heard you on the phone, hiring the taco man for his birthday, and he still didn’t think anything of it. You made sure to invite all of his pro-hero friends. It was relatively tame for the first hour until Sero challenged Denki to a keg stand, and Denki has no shame so there he stood in the middle of his backyard at two in the afternoon, hanging upside down with Sero and Kirishima holding him up, and guzzling as much beer as he could before he toppled over. The Bakusquad all yelling “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” and of course, Bakugou had to chime in, saying he could do it for longer.

And that’s how all the pro-heroes of the future generation that are deemed “noble saviors” by society end up challenging each other to various drinking games. You got the cheap booze, but no one could tell the difference by the third cup.

“You say… boobs? where...” Mineta slurs, wrenching his guts out into a flower pot. Poor flower.

Oh. Denki just narrated that whole beginning scene out loud. In the third person. Whoops.

Nobody wanted to invite Mineta, but it was Denki’s party so they all stuck it out for one night. After a few rounds of the typical high school party games in which Bakugou took every opportunity to shit all over -

“Why the fuck… we’re pro… pro-heroes... playin’ this… this... kiddy… sippy cup shit…”

Don’t worry, Kirishima shuts Bakugou up real fast. With his mouth.

“No one shuts me up! You hear… I- I will fuuuck…” Kirishima pulls Bakugou in for another kiss, and Denki peeps some tongue. Go Kiribaku! Mina, of course, came up with the ship name, she comes up with all of them, but Denki loves the ship name you two share the most. It’s what Mina calls… fuck… what’s it stand for? T-O-P? P-O-T? O-T-P? Denki shrugs, thinking it’s one of ‘em, and that he definitely ships you with him all day every day.

Where are you by the way? Denki needs his fill of you, a kiss every twenty minutes dammit! He hangs onto the wall when he walks, the room spinning way too much, but he’s still able to discern you from the chaos. A halo of light surrounds your figure, giving you an angelic appearance, though that can just be Denki’s vision going in and out of focus.

Denki lifts his hands up to his face, as if he were a photographer trying to get the best angle for a shot. You’re collecting empty cups from people and refilling them with water. At least that’s what Denki surmises since everyone groans when you hand them back their cup.

“Oh no, Y/N, Denki’s doing that thing again with his hands where he’s pretending to be a cameraman! Help!”

Denki giggles at the talking broccoli in his living room. Broccoli is such a nice guy, always looking after everyone, he's the number one broccoli for a reason ya know.

Denki couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend, I mean, have you seen yourself? You strut over like a model that could end Tyra Bank’s whole damn career, hips swaying in a seductive rhythm to the marching drum of Denki’s soundtrack in his head. Denki really wants to run his hands all over you, dammit, he’s been hoping to get you alone since this afternoon for some birthday sex, but with all the last-minute planning you were doing, it was never the right time.

“Now’s a good a time as any, birthday boy.” You whisper in his ear, making Denki jump when he realizes you caught him narrating out loud. This is why Denki loves you. You put up with all his weird shit.

Denki lurches forward, wobbling slightly, and proceeds to drag you upstairs. You giggle at his impatience, looking around to find the Bakusquad passed out on the couch and definitely staying the night. No way in hell are you letting anyone go home in their inebriated state. Sero is wrapped from head to toe in his own tape after Denki dared him to mummify himself. Mina is curled up on one side of the couch with her makeup miraculously still in place after all the swimming, dancing, and streaking (yes, you heard that correctly, it was a dare) Kirishima and Bakugou are cuddling on another couch, with Bakugou’s head tucked into Kirishima’s arm. Halfway through the night, Kirishima lost his shirt and he’s just been chilling shirtless the entire night.

“Hold up, this is too good,” you giggle, motioning for Denki to pose in the middle. Denki looks about ready to pass out next to them, with his eyes half-closed and smile so dopey, you’d think he just came back from overusing his quirk. You take a picture of the chaos that is your boyfriend and friends, and decide it will definitely make it into the scrapbook.

Denki drags you down the hall, like this is his first time exploring the place you’ve shared for the past two years, and leads you into every room.

“Denki, this is the bathroom!”

“Then why is there a bed?” He looks genuinely confused trying to pull you into the bathtub.

“Okay, you are way too drunk. Sure you can get it up?” You wonder if he’ll even remember your sexcapades in the morning.

“I’ll let you be the judge,” Denki pulls your hand to his crotch, which is already rock-solid through his jeans. You bite your lip, teasing the outline with your fingertips, and relishing in every twitch of his hardness. Denki huffs, clearly wanting to get this show on the road, because he throws your hand off and drags you into the next room so fast you trip over your feet.

Denki pumps his arms and shouts “huzzah!” in victory when he finally finds the bedroom, and you giggle at the loveable doof. But, any sign of light-hearted energy vanishes the moment Denki’s lips are on you. Before you know it, you’re pushed against the door, with your thighs spread apart. Anticipation swirls in the pit of your stomach, bubbling at the newfound friction of Denki’s thigh rubbing against your delicate center. He takes it upon himself to rub his cock against the inside of your thigh with absolutely no shame.

“Eager now, are we?”

Hell yeah, Denki’s eager, birthday sex is best sex… well, any sex is best sex as long as he’s getting sex. Heh. Denki should take a shot every time he says sex.

“I think you’ve had enough shots to last you till next year, birthday boy.”

Fuuuuck Denki didn’t know birthday boy was a thing for him, but now he needs every day to be his birthday, just so you call him that. And oh my god who the hell decided criss-cross straps were a good idea? It’s like a fucking maze trying to figure out how to unclasp your bra. You reach around to unclasp it yourself when Denki whines in frustration. He cuts his whine mid-way, when he sees your naked chest, nipples taut and ready to be played with. Just when he’s about to pinch your nipple, you send him for a loop and flip positions, trapping him against the door. And Denki is 100% okay with that too.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll make it the best gift you’ve gotten tonight, birthday boy, ”

You whisper directly into his ear, nibbling and licking at the lobe. You’re awarded with a slurred giggle that brings a smile to your own face. Denki throws his shirt over his head, but instead of it looking sexy like a Taylor Lautner scene in Twilight, Denki ends up getting his head stuck. You torture him for a few seconds by just standing there watching him get his arms tangled in the mix before finally helping him.

He’s still wearing that ridiculous Pikachu party hat Kirishima gave him, and when you try to slip it off, he swats your hand away. You pull his shirt over his head, and come to the conclusion that it’s not true birthday sex if said birthday boy isn’t wearing a 99 cent store party hat. Nothing can stop the delicious tingling making your pussy flutter.

He pins you with his sudden change of demeanor, even though you’re the one pinning him against the door. It amazes you how he can change from this doof wearing a party hat to 'yeah, fuck me, daddy' in three seconds straight. The electricity sizzling the room is squeezing your heart threatening to burst, as you take in Denki’s unrelenting gaze.

“I want you naked, on your knees, and worshipping my cock, unwrapping it with your tongue.”

You gulp at the unexpected switch, heat pulsing between your thighs as newfound wetness seeps through. A dark tone colors the usual tenor timbre of his voice. You slide out of your jeans and Denki takes his time ravishing every inch of your naked body with his honey-glazed eyes. He weaves his fingers, massaging the roots of your hair, and pulls you down so your eye level with his crotch.

“And then you’ll thank me for the gift by swallowing every last drop of my cum.”

Your mouth waters at his bulge on display, and you can’t stop yourself from mouthing him through his jeans. You nose at the rough fabric, biting the zipper and pulling it down with your teeth. You make sure to look up at Denki when you press a teasing kiss to the tip where there’s a wet spot, pre-cum leaking through his boxer briefs. His lips are kiss-bitten red partnered with a cute flush spread across the apples of his cheeks like he’s been out in the sun a little too long.

You love every part of Denki, you really do, but he’s giving you the sign to hurry up with how he’s literally grinding against your face. His cock bobs, hitting his stomach, when you pull his briefs down; it’s pinker than usual, he’s been horny for a while you think, and it’s leaking so much pre-cum that it’s running down the shaft. You nuzzle your face in, taking in his scent at the most concentrated part of him. You might burst if you don’t touch yourself, but it’s Denki’s night, and you want to focus all your attention on pleasing him. You’re busy having this internal debate when you hear a gruff voice from above you.

“It’s okay, baby girl, go ahead n touch yourself.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spread your legs enough to trace the outline of your folds and gather enough of your juices to start rubbing your clit in a fierce rhythm. At the same time, you lick the underside of Denki’s cock, following the path of the vein leading up to the head, where you swirl your tongue in circles. You pull off the tip with a pop.

“Birthday boy’s gone quiet,” you whisper, looking up at Denki. It’s true. He hasn’t made a sound which makes you a little concerned he’s not enjoying it. You voice this concern openly.

“Am I doing it wrong?”

He shakes his head, “No, baby, I love it… just… enjoying the view,” his breath hitches at the end.

Fuck, Denki thinks, how could that even cross your mind? Not when you’re naked on your knees, chest blossomed with different colored hickeys Denki’s left on you from the week before. You’re giving him that doe-eyed look that completely contradicts your naughty actions of suckling his balls. Denki bites his lip when your tongue peeps from your lips to get his cock warm and wet, but what he doesn’t expect is for you to pull away. Denki groans at the loss of heat surrounding his cock. You wipe the spit dribbling from your lips with the back of your hand.

“Babe, I love you and all your weirdness, but I will stop going down on you if I have to hear you refer to yourself in the third person one more time.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Denki moans, banging his head against the door.

You roll your eyes, tempted to retort with “it’s my mouth,” but pleasuring Denki is top priority, and apparently Denki very much agrees with this sentiment as he forces your head towards his cock. You don’t have time to catch your breath before you’re diving face-first into a mouth full of Denki. Tears spring from your eyes at the shock of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but once you relax your throat and neck, you return to rubbing circles against your dripping clit to the same rhythm of Denki fucking into your mouth. You moan, causing vibrations to thrum around his cock and travel through every synapse of his body.

“Fuck yeah mmmmm… just like that, knew you could do it, fuck baby you take me in so good like my cock was made for your tight little pussy and mouth,” Denki groans, unable to filter what’s coming out of his mouth. The sight of his cock going all the way in and out of your mouth, sucking him in almost as good as your pussy, makes his balls tighten and he knows he’s getting close.

“You like that, huh? You like being stuffed full of my cock? You don’t care which hole as long as I’m fuckin’ into one, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You moan in response, eyes rolling in the back of your head, as you chase the high you’re so desperately looking for. The end is in sight, just around the corner. You press your fingers harder against your clit, rubbing intense figure eights, as you choke on Denki’s cock. Your jaw is starting to ache, but you’re at the home stretch now. When you try to pull off to gasp for air, Denki grips your hair tighter, and thrusts his hips forward. All you can do is sit there and take his thick cock, saliva dripping down your chin, mixing with the sweat glistening your chest. Your nose is pressed against his pelvis, so each time you breathe in, the scent of Denki hits you hard, his happy trail tickling the inside of your nose.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how hot you look right now touching yourself. Like swallowing my cock turns you on that fuckin’ much.”

The raw power of having Denki above you, saying these filthy things, even with that fucking party hat on, is making your pussy flutter, almost like your body is begging for him to slide into you this instant. As a compromise, you insert two fingers into your pussy and start to rock your hips, riding your fingers in time to Denki fucking your mouth.

“Ah shit ah… mmmmm you wish it was my cock inside you, huh? Bet you’re so fuckin’ soaked that I’d slide right in.”

You moan in affirmation, your pussy quaking at the suggestion, begging to be filled. The coil tightening your core is about to snap, and your thighs shake in sheer anticipation of the wave of pleasure about to spill. Just when you’re about to come, Denki pulls you out from under him. You only have a moment to gasp for much-needed air before you’re slammed up against the door. Denki slams into you so deep that his cock hits your g-spot on the first thrust. He’s ramming into you so hard that your thigh starts to slip down. Denki picks you up, patting your bum as a signal for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Tell me…mmmm fuuuck…how much you love my cock,” he finally grits out, his words getting lost between the sounds of your love-making.

You didn’t expect to be pleasured tonight by Denki, and honestly, you were completely okay with finishing yourself off, but knowing that he’s taking the time to make sure you’re taken care of when it’s his night turns you on even more. A filthy, squelching sound can be heard every time Denki pushes in, coating his cock with your juices.

“Ah… mmmm… I love your cock, baby - love… how... mmmm… it fits in my mouth... and fills me up. I love when you’re inside me, and... you fill me up with your cum and there’s so much it drips out… Your cock is the best I’ve ever had… God baby, I feel like it’s my birthday tonight.” You babble in between kisses and moans.

“I want you to feel good too, baby, now come on lemme hear you scream. I want everyone downstairs to know you’re taking my cock and loving it.”

Both of you are a damn mess at this point. Your hair sticking to your face, and drool dribbling down your chin, but all you can think about is the wave of pleasure about to seize your entire being. Denki feels it too since he starts thrusting at an uneven pace, but still able to hit your g-spot with unapologetic precision, like the sharpshooter he is.

It takes one more deep thrust to topple you headfirst into the abyss of your long-awaited orgasm, and oh does it feel good.

“Denki! I- oh god- right there! Right fucking there, oh god I-I’m- mmmm...”

A scream is ripped from your throat, as your back is slammed against the door, your boobs bouncing up and down from the sheer force of Denki’s thrusts. He found his way down to your pussy, making sure to rub your clit with his thumb, so you get the dual sensation. Liquid heat rushes through every inch of you, releasing any and all tension from your body. Denki continues to fuck into you, making sure you come more than once. He groans when your pussy clenches around his dick, but he doesn’t stop riding your orgasm out with you until you’re completely spent. Your body buzzes in the blissful after-effects, but you come back to reality when Denki grunts.

“Fuck, babe, lemme come all over that pretty face.”

You whine at the dull throb of your pussy, the thought of being covered in Denki’s seed is exciting you despite just getting off. You unwrap your legs from his waist, and make your way down on your knees once again. Denki takes himself in his hand and works himself in overtime with coordination you had no idea he still possessed while being this tipsy. Seeing the outline of his flexing bicep reminds you of how much power he wields over you. You eagerly await for him to finish on you. You lick your lips, hoping to catch any drops of come that land in your mouth.

“Say ah,” Denki pries your jaw open with his other hand.

“Ahhhh,” you obey, looking up at him expectantly. You run your fingers wherever you can; his arms, down his stomach, his thighs like you don’t know where to hold on to for purchase. He speeds his hand up a little more, his jaw clicks and you see his jawbone protrude, giving a masculine, angular look to his face. Everything about Denki right now screams dominance that you’re wondering if this is even your Denki. You’re taken out of your thoughts when he groans, spilling his seed all over your face and in your mouth.

“Just like that… fuck yeah… now swallow like the good girl I know you are.”

There’s so much come that it drips down your chest and between your cleavage. He groans at the sight of you covered in his seed, and he makes sure to milk every last drop. You make sure to look up at him when you swivel his cum around like your finger painting, before bringing it up to your mouth and sucking it. You make sure to lick yourself clean, not wanting any to go to waste, and Denki watches with his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, trying to catch his breath, but it’s impossible with the image in front of him.

Once you finish putting on a show, you get up and take Denki by the hand to lead him to the bed you share. There’s a moment of stillness, electricity still buzzing through the room, but you’re both way too exhausted from the long day to have any energy to really bask in the afterglow. You’re caught up in your own thoughts, but you’re interrupted when you hear a “honk” and catch Denki blowing a kazoo with his party hat barely hanging onto the side of his face. You still can’t believe you came with him wearing that hat; you must really love him. He looks thoroughly fucked out and like he’s just had the best birthday ever.

Denki’s had the best birthday ever. Period. He turns to snuggle into you, despite both of you being sweaty and sticky. He wants to feel you against him.

“Thank you, Y/N, for today, and for all the birthdays before, and the many others to come. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world being able to spend them all with you.” He trails off as a yawn takes over. You lean forward to kiss him lovingly on the lips. Your noses rub together in that sickly sweet way that everyone secretly loves, but pretends to hate if they see another couple doing it.

And as his eyes threaten to shut, Denki thinks it’s a perfect finish to a perfect night. The end. He faintly hears you giggle, and the last thing Denki hears before he drifts to sleep is-

“It’s only the beginning, birthday boy, only the beginning. Happy birthday, Denki.”

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* 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 , chapter ii : the second part ft . emerson hemmingway , ya favorite fake ass ! intelligent n powerful , no nonsense , problem child but aint nobody gotta b knowin that bc she won’t make it known . she’s playing some dangerous games but that big head of hers is convinced she’s not abt to get caught and lowkey ? if anyone can pull it off , it’d be her !

⋆ ╰ another year at hollingsworth , another year of the big six rivalry . i hear that EMERSON HEMMINGWAY is ensuring CHI MU OMEGA gets a solid pledge class and stays at the top of the ranks . oh , you’re not familiar with HER ? EM is the TAYLOR HILL look alike from CHICAGO , ILLINOIS . a part of PC ‘16 , she is majoring in PRE-MEDICAL BIOCHEMISTRY and has plans to PURSUE MEDICAL SCHOOL AND HER LIFELONG AMBITION OF BECOMING A SURGEON after undergrad . it makes sense they pledged their house , their FERVID & ERUDITE attributes make them perfect matches . however , their MENDACIOUS & UNRELENTING attributes keep their name alive on greek rank . if you don’t catch them dancing to RHIANNON - FLEETWOOD MAC at a fraternity band party this year , you’ll be sure to catch them nursing their morning hangover at THE CHI O HOUSE . cheers to another wild semester !

tw : mentions of drug use , mental illness

⋆ ╰ 𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑻 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 𝑰 𝑪 𝑺 .

𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 : emerson elaine hemmingway ( formerly katsopoulous ) 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 : em , emmy , ems 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 / 𝒂𝒈𝒆 : august 12 , twenty - one 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄 : leo 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 / 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 : cisfemale identifying with she / her / hers pronouns 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : openly bisexual and biromantic , no preference 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : pre-medical biochemistry major at hu , forward for the hu women’s ice hockey team , academic success center advisor & personal tutor , personal trainer , aspiring surgeon 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 : slytherin 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 : fiona & lip gallagher from shameless , debbie ocean from oceans 8 , spencer hastings from pll , princess bubblegum & marceline from adventure time , natasha romanoff & carol danvers from the mcu , meredith grey & alex karev from grey’s anatomy 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 : - distant , mendacious , unrelenting , severe , obsessive , easily goaded , defensive , pessimistic .

+ fevrent , erudite , observant , level-headed , astute , perceptive , polished , ambitious , capable .

⋆ ╰ 𝑨 𝑵 𝑻 𝑬 𝑪 𝑬 𝑫 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 .

more bullet points , for the 𝖜𝖎𝖓

emerson elaine katsopoulous comes into the world on an uncharacteristically warm chicago night , testing positive for opioids , a father who’s already forgotten her mother’s name as he rots in a prison cell , and no reason for anyone to believe she’d ever amount to anything .

custody is awarded to her grandpa , christos , and pretty much the only family she’s ever known becomes the ratty neighborhood she grows up spending her evenings in . christos surviving on disability and doing odd construction jobs here and there under the table for some spare spending money , emerson spends most of her days under the supervision of the dysfunctional families in her neighborhood , all fucked up in their own ways but doing their absolute best . she’s reading the label of the cigarette boxes she plays with as toy cars by the age of 3 , chatty and curious , always inquiring why the man in the street is laying there with a spoon in his hand or why the ladies on the corner at night are “ dressed like its warm when it’s really really cold outside ”

christos enforces a strict no-visitation policy for emerson’s mom and ensures the whole neighborhood keeps it up , although there’s very little he can do when the vagabond woman seeks emerson out on the playground at school with playground attendants who clearly don’t care enough about their jobs to pay attention

one of emerson’s earliest formative memories is her mother “ picking her up ” from school and telling her they were off to go on an adventure , causing an amber alert to be put out for the then seven-year old emmy . watching her mother abandoning her on the sidewalk to bolt away at the sound of the sirens approaching is something emerson recognizes as the beginning of her trust issues

the older she gets , the more she acts out , landing her eventually in a behavioral school in downtown chicago where she spends her days learning just about nothing in class and acts out even more severely . christos is at his wit’s end with the visitations from police and her behavioral officer , even a brief stint in juvie not being enough to curb the girl’s enthusiasm for trouble .

aggression towards authority figures was a major complaint , but the most severe issue became emerson’s quick tongue and sharp observation . after having learned a few tricks of the trade from other students at the behavioral school , she finds herself increasingly talented at conning the absolute living shit out of other people . at first it’s small things , trading academic favors for weed and somehow selling that for twice its worth to the gullible students , finding ways to forge signatures on things she needs signed by a guardian , to the more elaborate and high scale , such as taking the SATs for private school students in the next county over and making BANK , conning boys into trading off their rolexes which she later pawns .

christos puts her in ice hockey at the recommendation of her juvenile probation officer at the age of 13 , which proves to be one of her saving graces . her coach becomes a notable figure in her life , smacking the sense into the chaotic child’s mind that she can accomplish so much more than she gives herself credit for . her behavior interventionist recommends an adhd screening for which she finally gets a diagnosis , and a prescription for adderall , which marks the beginning of her transformation .

just before entering high school , christos and emerson are contacted by a woman who identifies herself as her long lost aunt . as it turns out , her hockey coach had done some digging and found that her father , a man em had never once spoken to , had an estranged family located in ohio , moguls of a local architecture chain with political ties and very well off . wanting to branch out into more metropolitan areas , they mention their interest in moving to chicago , and concoct a plan that changes emerson’s life

thanks to some insider ties , her politician aunt daphne has completely erased her felon brother from any connection to her , and has forged a life for herself with her architect husband . feeling a duty to her estranged niece ( and preferring to get ahead of any potential surprises that could come from having secret family derailing her political career ) daphne and christos come to the agreement that emerson can be “ adopted ” by her aunt , living as her daughter and trading the slums she grew up in for a life of luxury and illusion . emerson learns to tell the lie with ease , “ i lived with my grandpa instead of my mom and dad due to some health complications that were best treated at the university of chicago medical center , but they spent as much time as possible here ”

in order for the lie to work , and possibly one of the most difficult moments of emerson’s life , daphne regretfully has her cut off contact with everyone from her “ old life . ” letting go of a felon father and schizophrenic drug addicted mother was easy due to never having attached herself in the first place , but abandoning the families that raised her and the hockey coach who changed her life was among the most painful thing she’s ever done

she changes her last name , moves to the upper class suburb of chicacgo’s finest , her con artist tendency making her transition seamless and the illusion of fitting in so much more than an illusion . learning from those around her , emerson learns the exact things to say , the precise ways to move , and with a newly funded bank account thanks to her “ parents , ” she pulls off the act with ease . she moves up into a premier hockey league , achieves grades that catch the attention of countless schools , and transforms into a driven and determined steam train , with a one way ticket into a legacy she’s built from the ground up

hollingsworth u became her most appealing option after touring the premises and finding the competitiveness of an ivy league without the social ineptitude — equal parts ritzy glam and fierce ambition , hu seemed to embody everything emerson was seeking without the pretentiousness of the other schools groveling at her feet to have her

her first few years are a breeze , her family connections meaning she’s set up in countless places to achieve whatever she wants . she gets an internship at the medical center doing research by her sophomore year , is a starter on their women’s hockey team , and is enjoying the social aspect of her sorority time

shit TRULY hits the fan the summer before her senior year , when daphne’s campaign for mayor of chicago is rattled by an investigation that exposes her senior assistant for having embezzled from the city . though daphne herself is innocent , the political climate pushes for a closer eye on the hemmingways and their dealings . a crisis manager ( literally olivia pope lmao ) does her own research and before emerson knows it , she’s suddenly thrust into her senior year with absolutely no financial support from her family . as it turns out , due to the corners cut by not formally nor legally adopting emerson ( as it would have left a paper trail ) , the financial aid daphne provided would route in a way that would not line up with the birth certificate that showed emerson’s birth parents as people other than her fake parents . not wanting to risk a scandal that would make national headlines without doubt , daphne and emerson devise an alternative where em uses her academic and athletic prowess to earn scholarships to cover her schooling , which can’t be traced and leave no red flags for anyone trying to dig up dirt .

emerson knows she can’t let anyone think she’s struggling , both for her own ego and for the sake of her aunt’s campaign , which is why she’s pushing herself to the edge to keep up both her academics and her athletics to maintain these scholarships . while these cover the basic costs , keeping up the lifestyle she’s had requires a bit more effort , which is where it seems this tiger won’t change her stripes no matter how well she had hidden them for so long . what started as simple tutoring turned into a teleportation back to her behavioral school in chicago but on a wider scale — she sells her adderall prescription to make quick cash and offers her services for fake test taking or last-minute essay writing . it’s high risk , but also high reward , and emerson has always thrived in high pressure situations

⋆ ╰ 𝑨 𝑵 𝑨 𝑳 𝒀 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺 .

personality wise , em is known for being the cool calm and collected type , who’s a bit of a mystery to most . she’s an illusion and lives the lie she’s been telling as if its her second skin , sometimes losing what she believes in at her core .

she’s deeply ambitious and wants to be a surgeon , her dream since she was a child as medicine was the most stimulating thing possible to her . she did so much research on her “ fake illness ” to sell her story that she ended up falling in love with it , and has been set on medicine ever since

this aggressive ambition can also show as fixation or obsession , and emerson has a severe problem with not knowing where to let go . while she seems cool and detatched , she’s obsessed with never feeling like she could have done more and will always be the girl who can be goaded into taking things too far , often putting her in dangerous situations that she has to figure her own way out of

she tends to take everything kinda seriously and despite being p relaxed , her perfectionist type a side makes itself very apparent in the day-to-day of her life . she knows how to play hard and enjoys herself a good party , but even in the way she plays beer pong she hates to fail

has a sexy deep voice n an even SEXIER deadpan sarcastic wit . .. . def the friend to call out bs without batting an eye , usually wearing an oversized hoodie n gucci slides , em is the literal intersection of boujie and casual PHEW

having such an unstable upbringing and so many shitty experiences at such a young age have hardened her and made her deeply unwilling to trust others . she tends to keep the world at a distance , and even her closest friends always admit it feels like they’re still an arms length from her deepest layer . emerson is pretty sure the only person to ever see her cry is her grandpa , and intends to likely keep it that way

instead of freaking out , em shuts down ! v unemotional ! she just detatches and tries to be calculated which tends to make people think she’s some shitty robot who doesnt give a fuck about anyone but herself bc of her “ rich girl upbringing ” which is true to an extent , but nobody will ever know the true backstory that explains her emotional detachment and secrecy

in a way , even though she has the world convinced she’s this composed individual , she still always thinks of herself as a chaotic problem child which only fuels her determination even more , often to the extent that she fucking burns herself out . she’s incredibly cynical and has a p negative self perception because she’s just that fucking hard on herself

has never really been in love ! she’s never let anyone close enough to her that she risks getting attached enough to get hurt , which means relationships are usually rather shallow and end when she gets bored or when they get tired of waiting for her to open up

stressed as SHIT trying to keep up her illusion for her own ego’s sake and that of her family ! she’s ashamed of her upbringing and her aunt has always been pretty good to her , and em recognizes that if daphne wouldn’t have appeared , emerson would probably have ended up like either one of her parents . people have noticed that emerson seems a lil more anal than usual , but the con in her makes it easy to convince everyone she’s just stressed with the prospect of graduation and medical school

#rank:intro #i' m . .. . so orsry for how long this got . ..#SKKKSDSKDJ

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