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heavyhitterheaux · 1 month

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Butterscotch Harlow

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta: A little while ago, I surprised smush with a puppy (even though he said no more pets). the two have finally warmed up to each other and all she does is terrorize him lmao

jackharlow: I like how you find my pain humorous smh urbanwyatt: I still can't believe yall literally have fourteen pets now lilnasx: urbanwyatt you mean fifteen, they have druski2funny druski2funny: what the actual fuck do yall be on for me to constantly get dragged like this?!?!? 2forwoyne: yall might as well open up your home and sell tickets because yall live in a damn zoo y/ninsta: all yall can kiss my ass because who is over here every damn week trying to get fed? not too much on my babies. blancahood: you have 3 real babies, pay them some attention y/ninsta: B, I have 5 children. how quickly you forget. jackharlow: who the hell is four and five?!?!? dualipa: jackharlow you and Urban urbanwyatt: NOW WHY AM I ALWAYS IN IT?! y/ninsta: dualipa you a real one for that softtcurse: urbanwyatt because your ass is always doing something smh jackharlow: dualipa and now here you come terrorizing me too smh dualipa: jackharlow I was nice about it but I can be mean. watch that tone. jackharlow: dualipa you better not start with me. I swear yall want me bald by 30. jackandy/naremyparents: I'm convinced that soon y/ninsta will find a way to buy an elephant. mark my words. urbandjack26: jackandy/naremyparents she probably already has one and just keeps it at the actual zoo in Louisville jackharlow: DO NOT GIVE HER ANY IDEAS y/ninsta: 👀👀👀 jackharlow: y/ninsta baby don't you dare y/ninsta: jackharlow BRB

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jackharlow: your shirt says mother so please come and get this puppy. I have not known peace since you bought her 😭

urbanwyatt: jackharlow let's be real for a second. you haven't known peace since you got married to y/ninsta taylorrooks: URBAN! TAKE IT BACK BEFORE SHE SEES IT! 2forwoyne: urbanwyatt not your wanting best friend to kick your ass jackharlow: urbanwyatt you just asking to die tonight aren't you? y/ninsta: I heard I've been summoned and urbanwyatt don't go to sleep tonight urbanwyatt: y/ninsta not my fault you terrorize my best friend! y/ninsta: urbanwyatt is this about me forgetting to make you spaghetti the other day? because right now your ass is acting outta pocket. don't let that mouth of yours get you hair cut off and weed stolen theestallion: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEE blancahood: y/ninsta if you steal it, save me some yungskylark: why when it's taco tuesday, someone in PG acts like they don't have no got damn sense smh shloob_: urbanwyatt my stomach is making whale mating calls. you better fix this shit so she feeds us. urbanwyatt: I SAID WHAT I SAID y/ninsta: urby, you asked for it smh jackharlow: like not too much on my baby now but urb actually claimed me as his best friend for once so I call this day a win y/ninsta: look at my pookie defending me and you were always the first best friend, he just loves me more jackharlow: 🙄🙄🙄

yungskylark: he need to defend my stomach from biting the rest of my insides quiiso: jackharlow IT'S NOT NO WIN WHEN WE'RE HUNGRY, TF? jackharlow: quiiso oh imma eat regardless. idc what happens to yall lmaoooo saweetie: jackharlow just nasty as hell as usual jackharlow: saweetie HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIFE?!?! saweetie: jackharlow for the billionth time, YES! jackharlow: saweetie just making sure lol

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jackharlow: you see what she does in my time of need? LEAVES ME 😭

But my wife a baddie 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow you are so damn dramatic! I'm only going to be gone for two days! but love you smush. claybornharlow: oh, so the babies have to eat jack's cooking? maggieharlow come save your grandchildren! jackharlow: HEY! THEY'RE FINE! dualipa: I highly doubt that jackharlow: dualipa hop off the nearest cliff y/ninsta: I pumped enough and there's more in the freezer, along with formula and the baby food I made. they're good! jackharlow: umm y/ninsta...... I think I only have enough for a few more hours y/ninsta: WHAT blancahood: oh good lord smh jackharlow: y/ninsta axel is eating like he has never seen food in his entire life maggieharlow: smh jackharlow if you needed me, why didn't you call? jackharlow: maggieharlow I got it handled! claybornharlow: only thing jackharlow has a handle on is.... hmm.... I'm at a loss saweetie: clay, pleaseeeee lmao urbandjack26: chaos in the Harlow household lol neelamthadhani: and jackharlow has the nerve to want more children smh handle those three first! y/ninsta: jackharlow is a good daddy! but his way of doing things concerns me sometimes jackharlow: y/ninsta I know I'm a good daddy. to my triplets and my wife. y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm taking my compliment back smh

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y/ninsta: pleading for my damn help, and once I get home, this is what I see 🙄🙄

jackharlow: and that was the first decent amount of sleep that I got since you left y/ninsta: jackharlow I see little miss kept guard while you slept. I told you she loves you. jackandy/naremyparents: are yall gonna tell us her name now?!?!? jackharlow: jackandy/naremyparents I want to protect her privacy urbanwyatt: this man has officially lost it lmao saweetie: privacy? she literally pees and shits outside for the world to see jackharlow: not too much on my baby now! she still deserves privacy! claybornharlow: jack, she's a dog jackharlow: claybornharlow and? she's MY dog and what I say goes blancahood: that man don't know how to act now that he has his own pet quiiso: y/ninsta please get your husband lmao y/ninsta: quiiso he's a lost cause. I tried to come close to him while she was next to him and long story short, she is very territorial of him. she likes me, but he's her go to person. like sis, I was here first. show your mom some respect lmao urbanwyatt: not y/n finally having to compete for jack's heart y/ninsta: urbanwyatt he lowkey might divorce me to be able to have all of his attention on her jackharlow: I AM NOT THAT BAD neelamthadhani: jackharlow who lied to you? smh y/ninsta: jackharlow just tell everyone her name! jackharlow: y/ninsta no. that's her business and no one else's. jackandy/naremyparents: she probably doesn't even have one jackharlow: YES SHE DOES! If yall can guess it, I'll tell you saweetie: wait, what did yall end up deciding because it was down to two names urbandjack26: probably named her alcatraz y/ninsta: urbandjack26 over my dead body lmao allthingsy/n: hmm..... Louisville related? y/ninsta: allthingsy/n no for once lol jackandurbupdates: toffee y/ninsta: getting warmer jackandy/naremyparents: caramel? y/ninsta: getting closer! jackharlow: yall get on my nerves jackandurb26: BUTTERSCOTCH! BUTTERSCOTCH HARLOW! jackharlow: 😒😒😒😒😒 jackandurb26: well?!?!? jackharlow: I'm logging out y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭

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sapphos-ode · 7 months

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Little Cat

Part 17

Larissa Weems part 16 | part 18 | ao3

Apologies for how long this took me to write. Forgive me. No warnings but it gets a little suggestive near the end. The next chapyer will be pg (I assume idk what imma write yet) but the following one will be 18+ if I stick to my plan… (6.5k)

There’s a nip in the air, Autumn’s cold embrace slowly curling around her form. Seeping into her bones despite her layers and the scarf that nestled around her neck. Her vision is hazy, subtle but enough for her to notice that the world looks softer. The leaves that begin to orange are fuzzy and mesh into a clump rather than maintaining their own distinct shapes. The trunks of trees look as if they were painted with a frayed brush, their edges bleeding into their surroundings.

The wind is deafening but there is no strong gale, only a gentle breeze that caresses the grass and ushers the clouds along the sky at a languid pace. So slowly that they appear stationary. The sun injects the sky with its brilliant light, dripping gold into the atmosphere and dusting the treetops in a luster.

A familiar presence sits to her right, there is space between them but not much — there’s scarcely any, a hair’s breadth. She shivers and draws the scarf closer to her, seeking any additional warmth that she can. The grass beneath her feels damp and cold.

She turns to look at her company, their gaze set on the expanse before them, birds can be heard in the distance singing their songs before they rest for the night. The sun is fast approaching the horizon and its honeyed light catches in ink black eyes. Many many years ago she would have described them as enchanting and inviting — back then she wished to crawl into them and bask in their warmth. But now, in the present day, there is no fondness left for those ink black eyes.

The quirk of plum coloured lips, that contrasts starkly with paper white skin, draws her gaze down to them. It falls lower, following the strands of pin straight raven hair. Their tresses are long, the ends pool on the forest floor in lazy curls. Something is off… She feels as if everything is perfect but her disdain for this woman runs deep in her veins. She should be sharing this idyllic moment with someone, their face she is unable to picture in her mind but she knows it is definitely not Morticia.

Silence stretches on between them as the sun dips down. What could be minutes or hours pass until the sound of leaves crunching underfoot disrupts the tranquillity. Morticia hums in delight as she keeps her eyes on the landscape. Larissa looks over her shoulder to the new presence and everything clicks into place when she sees your face. A dreamy smile plastered onto her lips as she watches you approach. Why Morticia is next to her she does not know. But what she does know is you’re meant to be beside her.

Your lips curve into a smile when you meet her eyes, “I didn’t know we’d have company,” you speak lightly coming to a stop a few feet from the duo. You’re curious, not annoyed.

Larissa opens her mouth to reply before she closes it. She has no answer.

“Larissa,” finally Morticia moves, leaning back on her arms as she twists her body to look at you. A coy smile on her lips as she lets her eyes trail over every inch of your body, her voice husky and sultry, “you never told me how bewitching your little toy is,”

“Morticia,” her words are loaded with warning and it’s no small miracle that Larissa didn’t tear Morticia’s head from her shoulders.

The ravenette only brushes her off as she stands and saunters over to you, adding sufficient sway to her hips, she stops a few meters away from you, silently prompting you to take the last few steps. Which you do. Slowly and unsteadily as if you were approaching a wild animal. Your eyes trained on Morticia as your lips part, mesmerised by her.

“Atikah?” Larissa calls out. A horrible cloying lump of anxiety burrows in her throat as she gets up from the ground.

Your eyes flit over to her before they’re back on Morticia. You barely spared her a cursory glance. Morticia closes the last of the distance between you, her hands landing on your waist before falling lower… resting on the swell of your hips where she pulls you flush to her.

Larissa goes to call out your name again but her voice breaks and catches in her throat as she lets out a strangled cry instead. A stinging sensation burns behind her eyes as hot tears begin to well. Morticia removes one of her hands and holds your face by your chin. Tilting your head up as she leans in. Plum coloured lips inching closer to yours.

What’s worse is the smile on your lips as you rush to close the gap.

The Principal wakes as the witching hour starts. Calling out a broken plea for you into her empty bedroom. It’s pitch black, the curtains drawn blocking the silvery moonlight from streaming in. With shaking arms she pulls herself into a sitting position. Fumbling for the switch on her bedside lamp. Its warm yellow light floods the room but its reach isn’t enough to whisk away the shadows that congeal in the corners of her room. They seem to laugh at her.

Her chest heaves as warm tears fall down her face onto her lap in steady streams accompanied by broken sobs. Her hands tremble as she runs them through her hair. The room spins as she tries and fails to take any amount of control of her breathing.

Her eyes fly around the room trying to count things she can see in hopes to reel her mind in and give it some semblance of calm. Her sights land on her phone and a white stuffed cat that she kept on her nightstand.

Your phone rattled against the wooden floor, you had fallen asleep after scrolling endlessly through videos and in your tiredness had let it drop to the floor as you curled into your covers. It’s incessant vibrating wakes you but you refuse to open your eyes, desperate to hold onto the last little piece of sleep you can. A hand shoots out the cocoon you’d made of your duvet as you blindly search for the offending item.

Once in hand you peek an eye open to read the caller id. Normally when you see ‘Rissa <3’ light up your screen you’re happy. But it’s unlike her to call during the middle of the night and it worries you just a little. You prop yourself up on one elbow as you answer the phone. Your voice gravelly and your fatigue is evident.

“Hey,” you stifle a yawn, “what’s up?”

Her voice is a little staticky over the line, but you can tell something is up, “I’m sorry to wake you, I just… just wanted to hear your voice,” she sounds sheepish.

“It’s alright Rissa,” you coo, “is everything okay?”

“I- yes, yes everything’s fine,” she falls silent for a beat, “sorry, I’ll let you get back to sleep,”

She hangs up before you can object. You stare at your screen in confusion and then toss your covers aside. Slipping on a pair of slippers and shoving the the first hoodie you could reach over your head.

Nevermore is deathly silent as you traverse the halls. The building seems to breathe as it settles itself into its foundations. Lamps made to look like torches line the walls at even intervals. They’re only ever on at nightfall.

You slip down a small corridor that runs adjacent to Larissa’s office. Her personal quarters have two entrances, one that adjoins her public study and the other down this discrete hallway — it’s really just a dead end. This entrance is inconspicuous, it still fits in with Nevermore’s grandeur and gothic nature but on it’s on the more simple side.

You knock on it, loud enough so it could be heard but you’re met with silence. You knock again and when the outcome is the same you take a step back and survey the door. You know she keeps a spare key somewhere.

If this was a house you’d check under the doormat but there is none. Two potted plants flank either side of the door frame and you check under both with no luck. You bite your lip as you look for anything out of place but nothing appears to be fake or sound hollow when you tap it.

You’re not about to give up. You take to pacing a little as you try to pretend to be Larissa. If you were an insanely hot principal, where would you hide a spare key? You run your hand along the panelled door, eyes roaming over the walls until a brick catches your attention. It’s a little too clean to be the same age as the others.

It’s as good a guess as any, so you steady yourself with one hand on the wall as you go on the very tips of your toes and reach as far as you can. Pressing the brick does the trick as it pops out of place. It’s a struggle wiggling it out of place but you manage it. Not without aching a little from the stretch. The top of it is hollowed out just enough to house a key. It’s bronze and looks like those old vintage keys.

You push the key into the lock and go through the arduous task of putting the brick back in place. You have to resort to jumping and simultaneously pushing it back in, it only takes you a few dozen tries. But once it’s clicked back into place you let yourself into Larissa’s quarters. Locking the door behind you as you call out her name softly.

The door takes you to her living room, the entrance to her office embedded into the opposite wall. It’s dark and you have to rely on your memory to navigate the furniture. You press an ear to Larissa's bedroom door and hear nothing. You debate going back to your quarters — perhaps she had gone back to sleep, you would hate to disturb her. But there’s a nagging feeling in your chest. So you slink into the room without a sound. Closing the door behind you silently.

A lamp was on and Larissa lay on her side, her back facing you. Silvery blonde tresses spread across her pillows and picked up the light, it looked as if fairy lights had been threaded through her hair. You smile at the sight as you pad over, rounding the bed to crouch down at the edge.

You thought it impossible to grow fonder of this woman but you stand corrected. Cuddled to her was the cat you had won for her at the Harvest Festival many weeks ago. Her arms wrapped around it tightly as she clutched it to her chest. You would say this was the picture of perfection if it weren’t for the troubled look on her face. You pout to yourself as you reach a hand out and gently shake her.

“Larissa,” you hum softly as her eyes flutter open.

Pale lashes tickle her cheek as she slowly gains her bearings. Roused from a dreamless sleep. She murmurs your name, confused as her brows furl. Her blue eyes flitting between yours.

“Is everything okay?” You ask again, one hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face.

You rest it against her cheek, your thumb brushing over the swell of it. You admire the crows feet that grace the outer corner of her eyes whilst Larissa mulls over her answer.

Her face takes on a hardened look, “shouldn’t you be in Morticia’s bed,” she spits.

“Rissa?” You whisper with equal parts hurt and confusion as you pull back your hand.

Without taking her eyes off of you, the blonde sits up before continuing on, “I know I’m not much compared to her but the least you could do is end things first before you go giving yourself to another woman- ”

“Why would I be in a mortician’s bed?” You look up at her searching her eyes for any rational explanation, “There is no other- ”

“Don’t lie to me!” Her voice quivers from concealed anger.

“Larissa what the fuck?!” Your chest heaves indignantly.

In the few moments after waking, reality tends to blur with dreams. And it’s impossible to discern what’s real and what’s a figment of the imagination. Larissa finally comes to her wits and heavy regret slams down on her like cinder blocks.

“I’m so sorry!” Fresh tears build and tumble down her face as she covers her mouth with her hand, “I- I had a bad dream. I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry darling,”

You stay quiet as you observe the blonde who stares at you, sitting still as if any movement would scare you off. You’re still crouching by her side, chest rising and falling in measured breaths, the muscle in your jaw twitches as your lips press into a thin line. Your eyes bore into her under the furl of your brows. She grows more sick as your silence draws on. Eventually you extend your hand out slowly, when she doesn’t move away you wipe away her tears.

“Do you think that little of me?”

“No.” She’s quick to answer.

“You think I take my feelings, and yours, lightly?”

A pause, then, “No.” It’s whispered.

The woman chances a glance into your eyes and finds your affronted anger has melted away into an anguished concern. If she looks a little closer she’d find the seeds of doubt and insecurity take root. Silently your eyes implore her to explain herself.

“The dream was so vivid…” Larissa rests her hands in her lap and picks at her cuticles, “It… I saw you with someone else. In my dream, you chose someone else. I was right there and so was she… and it was her that was chosen… again,” she trails off getting lost in her memories.

Larissa begins to feel embarrassed, it was an impossible pairing. Morticia was married and states away, whilst you were here. With her. Just as she’s about to apologise, you speak up.

“Dream me is a foolish woman, an absolute idiot,” you mutter scathingly to this other version of you which draws a wry chuckle out of Larissa. “I don’t know who Morticia is… but the only woman I want is you.”

You stand abruptly.

“It was just a bad dream,” you say with a tone of finality.

You shirk off your jumper and shoes. All the while Larissa watches minorly complexed, her eyes follow your movement as you climb over her and worm your way under the covers. Your arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her down to lay next to you so you could press your face into her neck, and marvel at how soft her hair felt against your skin. You could smell the lavender scent of her shampoo.

“I could have moved over,” she mumbles.

Mentally she relaxes, you’ve not stormed out on her. In fact you’ve done the opposite and you’ve held her close. She wants to cry again.

“But then you’d be on the cold side of the bed,”

Larissa turns in your embrace a dusting of red on her face at your gesture, she murmurs a quiet thank you then a stillness envelopes the air around you.

“Please don’t question my feelings for you,” your words are hushed but firm as you break the quietude, “I love you, more than you’ll ever understand,”

Larissa freezes in your arms. Eyes wide as she stares at the top of your head. She doesn’t trust her ears. There’s no way you said that… surely not. You can’t mean that, it’s all a mistake. Bound to be-

“I can feel your mind,” you pull back to look into her clouded eyes, “I love you, Larissa Weems,”

You bring a hand up to cup her cheek, your thumb caressing over the swell of her cheekbone. She blinks slowly. Then lets out a shuddery breath.

She struggles to find the words, she knows what she wants to tell you. But how, she doesn’t know. Your lips, soft and gentle, against her own stop her mind from racing.

“You don’t need to say anything, I just need you to know that I love you, and I am yours and only yours.” you murmur against her lips, “If you’ll have me… I’d like to be yours officially,”

“Please,” Larissa breathes out.

You smile and kiss her again, still chaste, just enjoying the feeling of her mouth on yours as you begin tracing mindless patterns on her back. She dons another one of her silk night slips, the thin straps leave plenty of skin for your hands.

In the light of the room you can see the freckles that dust her shoulders. Without thinking you pull away and dip your head down to pepper a few kisses over them. Larissa lets out a pleased hum — she adored how unabashed you were with your affection. She never found herself having to ask or beg for it.

“I…” Larissa swallows thickly, forcing down the lump rising in her throat, you deserve to hear the words from her, “I love you too, deeply,”

Each year a short assembly was held in the main hall – or in the courtyard if the weather permitted it – to announce that year’s Rave’N theme. In the meeting the rules of the dance were also discussed, more of a tick box action, it needed to be addressed despite being common knowledge. The main one was no alcohol. Of course, Larissa would turn a blind eye to the older students who would sneak away to their dorms and share booze at the end of the night. She had done the same during her Nevermore days, and as long as they behaved for the most part she would pretend she didn't hear the sound of glass bottles clinking in bags.

You walk with your morning class through the hallways, rain battered the ground outside and ricocheted off of the windows. You look out onto the dreary landscape, a misty haze falls over the forests – making the world feel like it wasn't as big as it was. A chipper voice draws your gaze away from the window. You look to the side at Enid

“Miss. Karnstein, what do you think the theme is?!” Enid asks. From her tone you can tell she’s just impatient and is hoping you’ve been let in on the details already.

You give her a bemused smile as you shake your head slowly, “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’.

The lycan sighs theatrically, and you think for a moment that she would make for a wonderful actress. Following that train of thought you look over your shoulder at the rest of the class, as your gaze flits past faces you conjure up all the possible careers and jobs they could take on. Your lips curve into a smile at each person’s potential.

“Are you going to the dance?”

“Probably, yes,” you say half distracted as you come to a stop.

You place a hand at the small of Enid’s back, it hovers a few inches from her as you gently guide her through the tall doorways of the main hall. You remain in place as you allow all your students to filter in, you slip into the hall and close the doors behind you.

You could count on one hand, excluding your thumb, how many times you had been in the assembly hall. The highschool you had attended as a teenager was on the larger end and doubled as the main sports hall. Nevermore’s was something entirely different. When you craned your neck as far back as you could, your eyes would find a ridiculously intricate and detailed ribbed vaulted ceiling. The masonry that jutted out to create the ribs intersected each other to create symmetrical geometric patterns, and the spaces between were filled with artworks all varied in subject matter. If you had to hazard a guess, you would say that the paintings depicted scenes from Outcast history. The supporting pillars that stuck out on the walls were filled with serpentine carvings of flowers and bats, you assume a vampire had designed the school when it was being built.

The seats were plush and similar to what you would find in an old theatre, upholstered in some sort of velvet fabric. Nothing like the hard varnished wooden benches at your highschool. You feel a tinge of jealousy.

You walk up a few steps and take a seat at the edge of the row where your class sits, beside you is Xavier who looks as if he were about to fall asleep whilst Ajax, on his other side, has actually dozed off. The crackle from the microphone perched on an elaborately crafted wooden lectern causes a hush to travel through the room.

There she stands, hands placed either side of the podium as she waits for the room to fall completely silent. The assembly hall featured a typical theatre stage, deep crimson drapes were held to the side, showing the black wall of the far side of the stage, The valance curtain was the same rich red and housed Nevermore’s badge in the centre. The cream dress Larissa had chosen stood out brilliantly against the dark expanse around her, as if she were a beacon of light to guide wayward travellers to safety and salvation.

She’s enthralling when she addresses a crowd, the tilt to her head, how she smiles, how she clasps her hands together only to tear them apart so she can gesture with them, and how she stands tall, shoulders back, unafraid to take up space by existing.

Her velvety smooth voice fills the hall, as she begins her speech, you try your best to listen but her red lips are so tantalising and has your mind running off into the gutter. How you wish you weren't here, and instead somewhere private with her… plump lips on your skin, waves of silver hair threaded between your fingers, her hand setting your skin ablaze in its wake as it travels down your body. The sinful noises she would make-

You jump in your seat when something hits your shoulder. You turn to your right to see Xavier jerk his head up, looking a little bewildered as he regains his bearings.

“You okay?” you murmur.

“Y-Yeah, sorry,” he fights through a yawn.

You nod and return your gaze back to the front. Your endeavour to pay attention ends in failure as you get lost in Larissa’s presence. And before you know it everyones standing from their seats, chatter filling the cavernous room. The assembly is over and people need to get back to their classes. You wait until the row in front of you has started down the stairs before ushering your class to file out.

You stand at the door and once the last of your students leave you go to follow. But not before looking back at Larissa who remains on the stage, you find, to your pleasant surprise, that she’s already looking at you. When your eyes meet her smile deepens and she nods to you with a small wave that you’re all too happy to return before disappearing out the hall.

You close your classroom door and let your students just talk for the last five minutes of the lesson. You sit at your desk and mindlessly fiddle with a pad of sticky notes. In no time at all Enid has sidled up next to you. Staring at you until you sense her eyes and turn to her slowly – a mild look of confusion on your face.

“Are you and Principal Weems gonna go to the dance together!?”

You blink. You hadn’t thought about it. Obviously you were, especially since you both had agreed to be official. You didn't need to but it felt nice to be able to say, with confidence, that Larissa Weems was your girlfriend, your partner, your lover. Subconsciously a smile worms its way onto your lips as you picture her angelic face in your mind.

“If she says yes,” you hum, “What do you think of this year’s theme?” Your eyes flit past Enid’s shoulder to Wednesday who is walking over. You give her a small nod of acknowledgment as she stops next to her lycan friend, you note she stands a little closer than a friend would, even a best friend.

The young blonde looks up in thought as she taps her chin, “Hmm, well, I like it, but as a proud werewolf…” Enid trails off.

You purse your lips trying to piece together what the theme could be, but Enid’s answer just has you more confused. As an adult you would have thought you would become better at paying attention.

“Dracula’s Ballroom,” a steady voice answers your unvoiced questions, “Elaborate gowns, decorated suits, and flowing capes. Fake fangs optional,” Wednesday reiterates a portion of Larissa’s speech.

“Thank you,” is all you can say sheepishly as the bell rings out.

The strangled creak of your window being pushed open breaks your concentration, you lower the volume of your music until it’s a ghost of a noise. You wear a smirk as you leave your desk chair and crouch down to meet Bärchen. Your hand runs through her silky fur as she butts her head against your knee.

“I’ve missed you,” you chuckle, scooping her up into your arms. Pressing a kiss to her forehead.

You hadn’t seen your little feline in a while, her visits had become scarce. If you had to pinpoint a specific time when her appearances had stopped then you’d hazard a guess around about when you had first kissed Larissa. Bärchen chirps as she pushes her head into your neck, pulling you free from your ponderings, her loud purring filling the room.

You bundled up an old sweater in the corner of your desk and plopped the cat down in the nest you had made before taking your seat again and resuming your work. Your eyes flit across the screen, every now and then you reach out to stroke Bärchen, finding comfort in her white coat.

Larissa decided she wasn’t close enough to you, so with determined steps, her furry little feet took her to the edge of the desk where she hopped down onto your lap. Turning in a circle a few times as she prodded your legs with her paws until she deemed them soft enough to curl up on.

And so your evening is spent rooted in your chair as Bärchen takes a quick catnap. Curled into a perfect circle with one paw sticking out. Eventually you get bored of lesson planning, and decide it’s time to turn in for the night. Ruefully you stroke the cat’s cheek to wake her, she jumps in fright despite your attempts to rouse her softly. To combat her embarrassment she starts licking her paw and cleaning the top of her head with an urgent suddenness, in an attempt to appear nonchalant.

“It’s bedtime for us,” you coo, lifting Bärchen as you stand.

You stretch your legs, sighing in relief as you dispel the dull ache in your muscles. Bärchen wriggled in your grasp, displeased with being moved. She voices it vocally with a series of mews and a monotone growl. You only shush her and cover her round head with your hand. The growl fizzles out.

You tuck her into your bed before getting changed, keeping an eye on the cat from your peripheral. Bärchen’s pupils dilate until hardly a sliver of that brilliant blue can be seen. And her purring is the loudest you’ve ever heard it. You purse your lips in thought as you disappear into your ensuite and rush through your nighttime routine.

Larissa feels the need to sleep weigh on her, she’s terribly tired — Wednesday had been antagonising Xavier all day, pulling all sorts of mayhem. Namely trying to tie him down and use him as a dummy for acupuncture, or so she claimed. The needles she had confiscated from Wednesday were thick and heavy, nothing like the kind used for acupuncture.

Perhaps she could stay for a short while longer or until you fell asleep. Then she would disappear back to her quarters and get some much needed rest herself. She begins to lose herself in thought — fond memories of you flashing in her mind until the mattress dipping under your weight broke her reverie.

Wordlessly you set an alarm on your phone and placed it on the nightstand, pushing items out of the way with it to make space. Something clunks to the floor but you ignore it. Too content to snatch Bärchen back into your arms and curl the covers around your forms. You press your face into the back of her head, the faintest smell of spiced citrus fills your nostrils.

The passage of time is lost on both of you, you don’t know how long you lay there, eyes closed as you take steady and consistent breaths. Nor does Larissa know how long she stays curled against your body, listening intently to your heart — its beat consistent. She’s convinced you’ve fallen asleep, she pushes up and presses her forehead to the underside of your chin before pulling herself out of your hold and out from under the covers. Her back is turned to you the whole process leaving her unaware of the fact that you’re watching her through half-opened eyes, a pensive look clouding them.

You allow her to hop down onto the floor and trot over to the window when you lean up on your elbows. Head cocked to the side.

“Won’t you stay the night, Larissa?” you whisper out.

Bärchen freezes mid-step, her front paw suspended in the air as it hangs limp. Her face peers up at you, pupils razor thin slits.

In her spot Bärchen seems to grow. She pushes up onto her hind legs as her form morphs becoming eerily human until Larissa Weems stands at your window. Staring at you with eyes like saucers, jaw tensed, and lips pursed. She stands stock still, her only movement the bob of her throat as she swallows. Her mouth feels painfully dry. And her heart feels like a jackhammer in her chest. The blonde feels her palms grow clammy.

Your expression is similar. Your eyebrows are nearly at your hairline, eyes mirroring Larissa’s as your mouth hangs open. Your brows move, one remains raised as the other is pushed down. Your eyes jump between the principal's as you finish registering the sight before you. A breathy laugh of disbelief leaves you before it turns into peals of giggles.

Tentatively Larissa calls out your name. Her voice delicate as she tries to gauge your mood.

“You’re a shapeshifter?”

Larissa swallows again, “Yes.”

You get up out of your bed, and walk over to your chest of drawers. Fishing around for one of Larissa’s t-shirts that you had acquired without her knowledge. All the while she watches you like a hawk. Her answer hung heavy in the air.

You take her hand and guide her to your bed, setting the top to the side as you push her down to sit on the edge of the mattress. You place your hands on her knees and gently push them apart so you can stand between them. She stares up at you wordlessly as your hands move around and up to toy with the fastenings of her dress.

“May I?”

Normally she would start to get excited. Larissa was human and less than decent thoughts of you often dirtied her mind, before she had confessed she was diligent in keeping them at bay but as of late she indulged her fantasies a little more.

Her initial answer is no, she doesn’t want to shift any part of her if this is going where she thinks it’s going. She wants to lay with you as herself, no adjustments. But there’s a softness in your eyes and she chastises herself, she takes a leap and ignores her gut crying out for her to run.

“Yes.” She says for a second time.

You smile and make quick work of it, slipping the dress down her shoulders — a few kisses are pressed to them — down her torso until it’s bundled at her hips. You lean back to admire her bare chest save from the cream bra she wears, it’s nothing elaborate but it’s certainly nice to look at with an intricate lace design. You can’t help the strangled whimper from escaping your lips which doesn’t go unnoticed by Larissa.

Your eyes fall lower to her stomach, taking in the soft swell of it and the way it folds to create rolls. You fall in love with it, something about it was so beautifully feminine and human. You let your fingers trace over the stretch marks on her skin, your movements slow as you watch her face for any signs of discomfort. None are to be found.

With a deep inhale you push the dress past her hips and coax her to move so you can slip it off her body entirely. You make quick work of folding it and draping it over the back of your chair before standing in front of her again. Letting your eyes roam across the artwork sitting before you. Her waist pulls in before the rise of her hips that lead to luscious thighs and sculpted calves. You inhale sharply as you catch Larissa squeeze her legs together whilst she squirms.

This whole time not a word has been exchanged. Larissa feels a heat pool between her legs, she feels exposed sitting in nothing but her underwear and heels. She hates not having the upper hand, not having control. But with you it’s exciting, and her breathing becomes faster and her mind races. Wondering what your next move would be… The blonde was never a glutton but she wouldn’t mind if you spent the whole night fucking her in every single position physically possible. Using her until she’s spent and all she can think of is you.

You lean over, bent at the hip as you hold Larissa’s face with both hands, you press your lips to her in an urgent kiss, which soon turns into a wet mess of tongues pushing against each other. Short panting gasps escape when you part for a millisecond to breathe in air before you’re back on her lips. Feasting as if you were starved and famished.

Large hands land on your hips, pulling you onto her lap, your thighs bracketing her body as you push yourself against her. She holds you down as her hips roll up into you, drawing a low moan from you. Desire spikes in Larissa as a dull throb begins to pick up between her legs. She pulls away from your mouth, your desperate whine is music to her ears. Your neck is her target, and ruby painted lips pepper wet kisses down it, focusing on a spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering. Your head falls to the side, offering more of your skin to the angel before you.

Slowly you start to grind your hips against her, enjoying the salacious moans against your neck. You move your hands to her shoulders, about to push her down onto the bed but a yawn overtakes you. You instinctively turn away and cover your mouth. An apology is quick to follow whilst you rub your eyes in a desperate attempt to keep them open.

“Darling,” she coos.

“I want you so badly, but-”

“Another night,” she reassured you, not a hint of annoyance present in her voice.

“I’m sorry Riss- ” you cut yourself off with another yawn.

“Don’t be,”

You nod in defeat, lamenting the ache in your core that would go untreated tonight. You twist in her lap and snatch the t-shirt. In a fluid movement you have it over her head and help her poke her arms through the sleeves. Your hands trail down her chest over her stomach before slipping under the hem. You unclasp her bra and remove your hands. Helping pull the straps down her arms and free her of the bra.

You can see her nipples poke through the thin fabric. A lopsided smirk plays on your lips as you take one between your fingers, pressing it firmly as you twirl it. Fascinated by the way Larissa inhales and arches her back. Her eyes fluttering close.

“You little devil,” she huffs before using her strong arms to whisk you under the covers.

Your giggles fill the room as you wiggle about until you’re comfy in Larissa’s embrace. It’s solid and comforting. You feel secure. You peer up into her eyes as you try and fail to suppress another yawn.

“So, you’re a shapeshifter?” You pick up the conversation from earlier.

You rub what you hope to be soothing circles against her back when you feel her tense up. She nods slowly.

“You know it was a completely wild guess, I didn’t actually think you were really Bärchen,” you confess, “I felt a little silly asking a cat to stay, but it was you in the end,”

“Wh- ” her voice broke, she cleared her throat and tried again, “What gave me away?”

She doesn’t meet your eye, looking ahead at some spot on the wall.

You ponder your next words, “Just small things,” you answer simply. Nuzzling into her neck.You can feel her need to know the specifics, so you pull yourself out of your increasing tiredness for a brief moment, “One time I messed up your hair and the next second it was all neat and tidy… also cat you had the same pretty blue eyes,”

“Can this stay between us?”

“Of course,” you hum as you pull her closer to you, “Can I ask why you’ve been visiting me as a cat?”

“No, it’s too embarrassing,” the blonde mumbles under her breath as her hand cards through your hair.

“Pretty please,” you whine.

With a defeated sigh Larissa concedes. Her words are slow as she fights down her embarrassment, “You make me nervous, and before we started being friends… I didn’t have the courage to talk to you,”

You stay quiet, peeking up at her melancholy expression.

“I wanted to spend time with you and it seems that turning into a cat was the only viable option in my head,” she finishes. Slightly befuddled as she voiced out her own thought process, “Apparently talking to you like a normal person was too easy of an option,”

“I make you nervous?”

Larissa’s breath hitches. She had hoped you would gloss over her use of the present tense. Boy was she a fool to think she’d get away with that, given you taught English.

She nods. Cheeks glowing red.

“Aren’t you cute, kitten?” you croon.

Larissa stills. Eyes wide and her cheeks blazing red.

“Kit- kitten?”

“Would you rather I call you my little kitty cat?”

“Oh hush you!”

“As you wish… kitten,”

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive but overall PG-13!!

A/N: Request by @honee-chai-tea and her beautiful nails requested 'Can I get a reader who insists she doesn’t need a lot for valentines x Imma spoil the shit outta you just you wait Fezco?!' I love this, it's very him!

"You did not need to do this." A pout slips across my lips as I look down at the basket on the couch, head tilting so I can look back at Fez with soft eyes and he grins bashfully and he shrugs at me.

"I damn sure needed to." He reaches out to wrap an arm around my waist, tugging me into him so he can press a kiss to the side of my head.

"Fez, too much. I told you not to go all out." I spin around in his grasp, suddenly feeling horrible for the cheesy card that I got him, especially because we agreed to be smart financially this year and go out to dinner. Keep it simple, we said...

"I wanted to spoil you." He smiles, large hands soothing up and down my back, eyes flickering across my expression with an adoring look in his eyes as he gazes softly down at me.

"I am spoiled- I'm the most spoiled."

"Yes you are." Ash adds from the other room, watching us from the doorframe and I huff, looking at him with slits with eyes.

"Ash shut up and go get a girlfriend." Fez flips his brother off with a sarcastic smile and Ash returns it, folding his arms over his chest and he looks to me with a shrug.

"Takes too much work." Sure, that's why you can't get a girlfriend, not because you're a literal drug dealer at fourteen and everyone your age is afraid of you.

"You're saying a girlfriend takes too much work?" Fez asks with a scoff, leaning down to grab the basket that he got me, my eyes lighting up once more as my greedy hands itch to reach out to it. "I got her fucking candles, flowers and chocolates. I think it's pretty simple." He turns to me with a simple smile, my eyes locked on his handsome face and I'm filled with adoration and appreciation. "Right?"

"Right baby." I curl into his side with a happy smile, wrapping my arms around him tightly, hearing a grossed out noise spew from Ash who leaves the room. My chin tilts, looking up at Fez through my lashes, naughty thoughts in my mind. "Wanna see my gift for you?"

"I like the sound of that."

#fezco xreader #fez x reader #fezco x reader #fez #fezco fanfic #fezco #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria hbo

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lightlycareless · 8 months

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Au where y/n takes her daughter to go see the barbie movie 🥺🥺🥺

Heya anon!

I'm sorry I took a while to respond, but I never forgot about this ask!

I gotta say, I was happy when I got it; I was in the middle of a trip I didn't enjoy very much, so it gave me something to look forward to when I got back home! So thank you so much for this and your patience!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

As always, here is thy chapter warnings: pure fluff, a bit of... innuendos but like slightly, almost invisible, it's Y/N and Naoya being gross with one another, like a true couple lol. And some of the topics that the Barbie movie talks about.

Without any further ado, happy reading!

It took me a while to decide whether Y/N would take her daughter to watch the Barbie movie or not, considering its PG-13 (I’m going with the idea that she’s not a teenager yet, maybe around 7-8?) and it has some topics that someone that young might not understand or become frightened by them you know? At least that’s what I thought when trying to put myself in the situation if I had a kid that would want to see the movie.

But after going through that dilemma, I’ve finally decided that Y/N would definitely take her daughter to see it, but only once she checked some things first of course!!

Let’s set a bit of context first.

I’m assuming you must know what my fixation, or major one at least, is so imma say Y/N and Naoya met during college, fell in love, got married, and after a while (not so much, they wanted a family ASAP) and had a lovely daughter named Naomi 😊

Naoya is the “breadwinner” per se, the one that works most of the time to provide his family with a good lifestyle, and that he certainly did. He initially bought a small apartment when it was still just the two of you, because in your own words, “with him at the office, and yours in your, there’s no need for that many rooms.”

That immediately changed when your pregnancy was announced. If anything, it seemed there were not enough rooms now.

“Our baby needs a room to play with her toys. But what if she wants to draw, or paint?”

“We’ll set up a room for that, that way she won’t dirty her toys.”

“And if she wants to play with her plushies? I’m afraid she’ll get hurt by the soft-hard contrast of each other!”

“We can’t take any risks; I’ll order a plush upholstered room just for that—”

“No, all the rooms! What if she accidentally trips and hits herself?!”

Of course, they didn’t follow through with that, because after sharing their plans with fellow relatives, they were quickly talked out of it. Saying that it wasn’t for the good of the baby to grow up so sheltered, and their wallets. Something that Naoya didn’t really pay attention to, eventually convinced otherwise when suggested that instead of spending money on that, it could be saved in literally anything else.

Cue the expensive, never-ending gifts from Naoya. Whatever his girls wanted, they would get—he’s the next CEO to his family’s company, it would be stupid to act like he wasn’t!

Because he’s so doting in one aspect, he’s a bit reserved in the other, at least outwardly… and a bit inwardly too since this is all new territory for him—He didn’t grow up in a loving household where words and displays of affection would be done, but Naoya is really trying his best.

He still cares for you and Naomi, of course, he just lets money do the talking for him.

But worry not, where he lacks, that’s where you step in!

Taking the role of “stay at home mom” once announced your pregnancy, you’re the one that ends up all the time with Naomi, showering her affection, reminding her how much she’s loved by the two, as well as keeping Naoya up to date when he’s away.

Wherever Naomi went, pictures needed to be taken: either posing near the ducks of her favorite garden, showing off her new acquisition (you always bought something for her, whether she asked for it or not) or just enjoying a scoop of ice cream in a hot day, or when picking her up when school—didn’t matter, it had to be shared, and Naoya appreciated all of those pictures, keeping them in a dedicated album for him to look back on to when he’s feeling particularly down, although he always ends up a bit regretful because he wishes he could be there in person.

Because of your closeness to her, you’re the first person she runs to tell of her day, or whatever crosses her mind, thus Barbie comes into your life.

Outside of the craze that seemed to taint every living thing with pink, your closeness with her is what led you to learn that Naomi wants to see the Barbie movie, which you were more than happy to oblige to as you usually did, until of course, this became the first exception.

You always liked going to the movies with her because it usually meant an amazing day out altogether. It was either going to the park first, getting something to eat later, and watching a movie at the end of the day; or anything else really, whatever Naomi felt like doing—it didn’t really matter, because going out with her was enough for you.

In fact, as soon as Naomi came to you, with her big adorable golden eyes and her even cuter smile to tell you how she wanted to see Barbie —which you were waiting for, really, it’s what everyone has been talking about after all— you immediately pulled out your phone to buy tickets… but upon seeing the rating, you stopped.

It was the first time you’d have to tell her a maybe, instead of the decisive yes she was accustomed to, making her frown and pout out of confusion.

“Oh, it’s nothing! It’s just that I remembered I had some things already planned with my friends, but I’ll let you know when we can go, ok?” you smile, gently ruffling her hair before pulling her into a tight hug and peppering her cheeks with endless kisses, only ceasing when she whined you to stop.

You’d let her be soon after, while you… well, continued to debate whether to take her to the movie or not.

After all, the whole world seemed to be in on it: the dressing in pink, greeting each other Barbie, or Ken, blasting the classic song from Aqua and singing along to it… it was only natural that your cute daughter wanted to be on it too, hell, you even the parents of her classmates being on it too!!

As days went on, and you still had to make a decision, guilt began to settle inside you for having unwittingly made Naomi feel excluded.

You attempted to mend this by changing her school supplies to all pink, decorating her hair with pink accessories—clips, ribbons, diadems, you call it, she has it— or styling her uniform with whatever was allowed to be pink. Her school actually bent the rules to comply to the children’s wants, after being… “persuaded” by the parents to do so—talk about the privileges of being in a private institution!

It didn’t take long after that before Naoya was deeply intrigued by her daughter’s newest obsession; first it was some show she watched when she was younger, then it was zebras, and now, the color pink.

Ever the one to ignore things he considered mainstream, more so when they extended beyond his realm of interest, this caught him completely off guard; even getting the point of believing he was going mad because once he saw his daughter obsess with the color, he began to see it everywhere.

It was in Naomi’s school supplies, her clothes, even bedroom, everywhere he glanced, pink was in. Sure, by that point he was really intrigued to know the reason behind this craze, but it still wasn’t enough for him to ask.

If that’s what his baby wanted to be happy, then he’ll oblige. He wasn’t like those parents that didn’t have money to subsidy their children’s interests, so he was for sure not going to act like one.

His curiosity would only get the best of him one night when laying beside you in bed.

Naoya had other plans in mind for the night, which were quickly foiled upon seeing you hyper focused on nothing but your phone, scrolling through endless and endless pages of stores, social media, and articles, all relating to the cause behind his wonder: Barbie.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he’d finally relent after minutes and minutes of being ignored, resting his head over your shoulder and draping an arm over your waist. “Surely your phone can’t be much more interesting that me.”

“No, of course not” You smirk, getting into a more comfortable position so he could see what you were looking at. “But I have to this first, or I won’t be able to sleep!”

“Is that what’s keeping you up at night?” you sigh.

“It’s Naomi—she wants to see the movie, but I don’t know if it’s the right thing.”

“What’s this?” he smirks “You? Telling her no? That’s a first.”

“And it hurts me to do it!” You pout, he kisses your cheek.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“Because the movie is actually much deeper than I thought, and I don’t know if our pumpkin is ready for that.”

“What the hell can a movie about dolls talk about?” he scoffs, voicing the same thought you had when seeing the rating.

“Very interesting topics, actually.” you explain, and he raises his eyebrows. “Social topics”

“Oh”

“Yeah, and I don’t know if she’s ready for them yet” you sigh again, before turning off your phone and putting it to the side, finally allowing you to snuggle against Naoya, who didn’t hesitate to move in a way that allowed your head to rest on his chest.

“I don’t recall ever worrying about those things when I was her age, but I guess it can only go two ways” you say.

“Which are…?”

“She either learns from this or is horrified by it!” you shrill “And I don’t want to scare her! If only could know what kind of reaction she’ll have beforehand!!”

“Why don’t you watch the movie first before deciding whether to take her or not?” he suggests, and at that moment, like the sun breaking the horizon, a new opportunity opens before you.

“That’s it! That’s exactly what I could do! And once I see it with my own eyes, I can debate whether it’s suitable for her or not” you look up to him, eyes glistening with excitement. “How about it, hm? Shall we go to the movies, like we used to back in the day?”

Naoya hesitates, for he doesn’t want to be seen watching that movie, but your pleading eyes, the same one Naomi uses when she wants something, as well as the cause behind it, gets through him, and soon finds himself complying to your demands—not like he didn’t do so anyways, but truly, you and his daughter have him wrapped around their finger.

“Alright” he murmurs with a pout. “I Guess I could clear up my schedule and go.”

You giggle, admiring how he loves to play hard to get, as if he wouldn’t drop everything for his family.

It’s quite charming, cute even, and you feel so lucky that only you can see that side of him. Although you wished he’d be a bit more open with Naomi…

“I knew I could trust you to clear up my mind” you smile, snuggling further against him. “My dear husband.”

“I’m glad I was of help, but…” he begins slowly, one of his hands sliding further and further down your body. “I know another way to clear up your mind, I can show you if you’d like.”

You bite your lower lip, face flustered as you around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, we can’t be too sure.”

You end up buying tickets for a showing two the days after, the day Naoya took off to go with you—it’s one of the perks of being so high up the chain in his job, he doesn’t need to give explanations or why he’s not going to work, he can just do it and that’s it.

Doesn’t mean his co-workers won’t inquire about it, more so when his day off was in the most random of dates.

Knowing this, the two end up going to a theater of his choosing, far away from the ones he considered busy, but still up to his standards, and of course, with extra cautionary steps to avoid being followed by his pesky relatives, and subsequently recognized.

“Naoya, honey, this is too much.” You’d say when walking towards the entrance, hand-in-hand with your husband. “Don’t you think we’re… attracting too much attention like this?”

Naoya wanted to go undercover, discreetly as possible so as to avoid suspicions, although his definition of discreet greatly varied from one another.

While you decided to wear a pair of jeans, and a comfortable pink hoodie (gotta follow the trend)… Naoya decided to go full on… well, he looked good, that’s all you’re going to say.

“What? Just because we’re going undercover doesn’t mean we’re going to do it… like that” he says, referring to an unsuspecting movie-goer and their… seemingly underdressed appearance. You gently elbowed him. He groans.

“Don’t be rude” you scold. “Besides, we’re standing out too much.”

You tried to be solidary to his appearance by wearing a pair of black shades, but now that you compare yourself to literally everyone else, it looks like you’re both part of the Men in Black.

“Then what do you suggest?” he asks, rubbing his arm where it still hurts.

“Lose the glasses” you suggest with a pout. “We look like total weirdos going into a building with them…”

“Hey, you agreed to it.”

“I mean, that was before we got here. It’s not my fault I just realized how silly we look” you say, swiftly taking off your glasses and placing them on their respective case before putting them away. “There, much better—besides, you’re too handsome to be hiding behind them!”

“That’s what it was, eh?” Naoya smirks, taking off his glasses; you grab them. “You just wanted to see me.”

You blush.

“And what about it?” you look away. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone out on a date just the two of us… not that I mind going out with Naomi, but… you know… it’s not the same.”

He sighs, giving you a smile before pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it. “I promise to go out more with you—just the two of us.”

Your heart flutters.

“I’d like that.”

After promises were made, you and Naoya go ahead to check in, deciding to buy popcorn and a drink—at first your husband said he didn’t want anything, saying something about a diet or so, but after getting a taste he succumbed to them immediately.

Once finding your seats and getting comfortable, the movie finally begins.

There isn’t much commentary to give at the beginning, outside of laughing at some of the silly scenes (mainly on your part, Naoya just scoffs) and how suddenly dark it gets from time to time. But outside of that, you and Naoya seem to think of the movie as… well, adequate for their daughter, nothing extraordinary, it certainly has the silliness she enjoys, making them wonder why it even got that PG-13 rating…

Until, of course, “real world” part; that’s when you and Naoya understand why many people thought this movie might be inappropriate for younger children.

There’s a lot of topics most kids don’t even fathom yet, ones that need the appropriate guidance of a caring adult, so they know how to handle them when they reach certain maturity.

It doesn’t take long before you and Naoya began to envision how confused Naomi was going to be upon seeing Barbie getting catcalled, kicked out of her house, the sudden change of behavior from the rest of the Barbie’s, and overall, the dilemma Ken has regarding his relationship with her.

But most importantly, the main point of the movie: existential crisis.

While Naomi would most definitely not understand that, or any of the past points, you and Naoya would feel the movie to be hitting “a bit too close to home” having been forced to reflect on these issues in the past as the young adults they were, either for their own individualism, careers, or their future as a couple…

Soon, they no longer worried how this would affect Naomi, but rather, how it spoke to them.

And by the time screening ended, lights turned on abruptly and revealing your and Naoya’s response to it: teary eyed, soaked cheeks, and speechless.

Your husband was quick to cover his face, putting his glasses on before anyone else got to see him in that state, whilst cursing how “there’s no respect nowadays” as he dried the tears on his cheek. You, on the other hand, simply wiped the tears out of your face, careless if anyone else saw you like that because first, it was a darn good movie, so yeah, you cried because of it. And secondly, you weren’t the only one crying in that room so who cares…

It's only until they get into the car that they realize one of the messages of the movie, at least the one they could relate to the most: their baby girl was growing.

In a few years, she’d be a teenager, bringing along all the struggles that come with such age, and then, a woman. One that will have to face the world on her own—because even if they will always be there to support her, there are some battles only she could take.

No one ever said raising a child was easy, less in a society as harsh as the one they lived in, but even with all their fears, it was something both still looked forward to. To create memories together, guide her through this difficult thing called life, and see Naomi grow into the wonderful person she was bound to become.

Getting the overwhelming need to see their daughter, you and Naoya skipped the rest of their plans and headed straight back home, where Naomi was eagerly waiting for them alongside her nanny.

The child was undeniably happy to see her parents back home, always did, but at this moment she couldn’t be anything but surprised when Naoya was the first one to rush to her, picking her up in her arms and giving her the tightest hug he could without hurting her.

“What’s wrong, papa?” Naomi would eventually ask upon feeling his hug go uncharacteristically longer than it usually does, as if him hugging her wasn’t weird on its own.

“Uh—nothing.” Naoya would say, doing his best to hide the tears in his eyes and the tremble in his voice. “Can’t I hug my princess?”

And while she’s never one to deny affection, Naomi can’t stop herself from looking at you perplexedly, as if seeking the answers of her confusion from you.

But you only reassure her with a smile, walking towards them and joining their hug. It’s then that Naomi concedes to simply accept her parent’s doting, nuzzling against Naoya as she reciprocates the hug, as much as her small arms could.

“How about we go out to eat?” Naoya suggests, looking at her with a smile. “We can go anywhere you want, pumpkin.”

Her eyes twinkle, for it’s no secret she’d been waiting for the perfect moment to suggest this place—not like she needed to, but she likes to organize her dates. You and Naoya chuckle, kissing her on the cheek, each on one side, a gesture that makes her blush out of embarrassment.

It’s safe to say that after careful consideration, both decided to take Naomi to watch Barbie, dressed up in the cutest, pinkest, most adorable outfit you could put together—with you and Naoya to match along, although more discreetly in your husband’s part, he still doesn’t get the pink trend, less when he was suddenly called Ken.

And as expected, the movie was a total success to Naomi, although there were moments where she’d look confused, but those were nothing compared to the ones where she’d laugh out loud.

Overall, it was a movie she greatly enjoyed, even with the confusions that came along: ones that both you and Naoya were prepared for, having long understood this could be the perfect opportunity to introduce to her.

She’ll understand half of it, perhaps even less than that, but it didn’t matter, for both were ready to support and guide her through every step, like the good parents they swore to be the moment her existence was announced—and that’ll never change. Even after the Barbie craze ends, when Naomi grows and no longer lives with them, they’ll never stop loving and supporting her.

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“How was your week—” Ranta freezes mid-greeting when something… peculiar catches his sight.

“What?” Naoya asks, not bothering to glance up from the paperwork he’s supposed to finish before the day ends.

“Is that—is that a pink tie?” he says, taking a closer look at the pastel pink garment contrasting against his black suit.

“Got a problem with it?” Naoya sternly responds. One subtle gesture is sufficient to have Ranta immediately retract.

“No, of course not!” he shrieks, nervously waving his hands. “It’s just— it’s just different. It looks good on you though!”

“I know” your husband groans, eyes still intently looking onto his desk… before eventually lifting his gaze towards Ranta, cheeks slightly flustered. “…I just got it; do you think Naomi will like it?”

“Huh?” Ranta blinks, Naoya frowns. “Oh, I mean, yes! I’m sure she’ll appreciate it!”

It’s a sentence that makes a smile break through Naoya’s lips as he glances back down to his work, satisfied.

“I’m glad” He match to see the look on his baby’s face once back home, after all, he just bought a bunch of clothes to match with her.

A/N: not me making Naoya cry and cover it up with his shades lol. Ah, he's truly devoted to his family.

#prompt series: jujutsu kaisen #ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x your #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader

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roselock22 · 1 year

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So would you guys be interested in a more adult reboot of ninjago? Basically with more mature themes, violence and blood Like i know that turning a kid’s show into a more adult one prolly ain’t great but imma ask anyway Like it’ll be pg-13 in the first seasons but it’ll slowly get darker as the ninja get older Since it’s a reboot it’ll also have lore changes and stuff, and normally the darker stuff will only appear at the finale of each season with maybe some hints at the start It won’t be all blood and gore, there will still be comforting/normal moments and I would add warnings/triggers at the beginning of each season/ep Added some quick sketches of the type of stuff the reboot will have (they aren’t graphic but in the comic they prolly will be) also if you don’t like body horror do not keep on reading

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rm!Ninjago au

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rennsdeaddoves · 4 months

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journey to the west book one, thoughts

so this post is going to be really messy and jumbled, i will take my thoughts one chapter at a time. since this post contains all the chapters in book one imma but everything under the cut and warn ya'll that this is HELLA long.

ok so, before we get into it i just wanna let you guy's know that if the first 13 chapters seem like they have less it's because i only really started to do this on chapter 14 and had to go back through chapters 1 - 13 and look at the notes and tabes i left to gage my reaction to them. some of them have a bit more than others and some have like none at all.

that being said enjoy the absolute crack house that is my no cotext thoughts of Journey to the West volume one!

Chapter 1

monkey is born!!

and he's already being impulsive...

calling him the handsome monkey king is gonna go straight to his head

lier! you are a certified shit disturber and you know it!

ohhhhh so thats how he got the name Sun Wukong, gotcha gotcha

Chapter 2

the dao art seems real complex

love how they casually have the way to immortality written in this book lol

teaching a suicidaly impulsive monkey how to shape shift and fly wasn't a bad idea at all!

he's showing off- of course he is-

aaaaaand he got kicked out for showing off! idiot-

oh damn- thats actually sadder than i thought it would be...

HE CALLS THEM LITTLE ONES!!! CUUUTE!!!!

HOW DARE!?!?!

Chapter 3

holy hell....

op much???

not a monkey scaring a dragon ffs

he is just a menace this entire page! LAMO

GOD DAMN-

THEY WANT HIM OUT SO FUCKING BAD XDDDD

bruh-

ooooooop foreshadowing alert

THATS BULLSHIT!! THEIR EXAGERATING THE HELL OUT OF IT!!!

oh- oh he really fucked up the life and death cycles- damn...

smart!!!!

he was thinking of paying a visit to heaven himself?? without an invite?? oh- that would not have ended well-

Chapter 4

here we go! first rampage through heaven!!

deva

NEZHA!!!!

ITS GIVING "who's this sassy lost kid?" VIBES XD

Chapter 5

does he not have a reputation yet???

Wukong is in so much fucking trouble oh god....

idiot

going to war over wine is a very Wukong thing to do-

Chapter 6

when did Nezha get here?

shapeshifter duels man... they be confusing af

oop he got caught-

Chapter 7

they seem to have forgotten what the meaning of immortal is

oop- he's being refered to as a monster instead of a king by the narrator- thats how you know he's pissed beyond all belief...

OH HES MAD MAD

HOLY FUCK

"i have to go exorcise a demon to defend the throne." pg 193

"he ligit just wrote "sun wukong was here" oh the fucking finger lmao

man... calling the banquet that is just salt in the wound.... really it is...

Chapter 8

sandy's got green skin, red hair, noted

it's pigsy -n-

he flirted with Chang'e..... this bitch

i already can't fucking stand him

Chapter 9

so he does have parents! lets see if they ever pop up again-

WHAT!?!?! WHY!?!!

Chapter 10

i didn't take in a sing thing that this chapter sad.... why is it even here-

Chapter 11

no thoughts head empty, why are we still on this? is there any plot relevance or???

Chapter 12

awwww their cute

good for him, coming from such humble beginnings

wow- ok thats kinda a really great honour to be called brother by the emperor

Chapter 13

lots of scenery! neat!

wft....

oop divine intervention o'clock

abuse???? hello??? what the actual fuck sir???

COWARD!!!

i am going to get so sick of him so quickly....

WUKONG!?!?!?!!!!! YER BACK!!!!!! YEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH

Chapter 14

wukong- bud... YOUR FUCKING FILTHY

yell that your not lying makes you less believable

HE'S NAKED?!?! OFC HE IS

brutal.... nice

ight show off, keep rambling about the shit you can do.

gay? /j but fr- i get that a naked monkey coming to your door may be a cause for concern but there was no reason to disrespect him like that-

he has a son??? when???

gross man- like i get you were trapped under a mountain- but gross

brutal... nice

EXCUSE YOU WHAT?!?! NAH, NAH HE DID NOT

A FEW WORDS?!?! FAM YOU READ HIM FOR A WHOLE PARAGRAPH SHUT YOUR MOUTH

thats not teaching tripitaka- a lecture is NOT teaching

GUAINYIN IS HERE!!! oh... Guanyin is here...

oh... fuck...

why is his name just 'Pilgrim' like i get it but i also don't... idk

oh he's gonna do it out of spite now for being called a bogus immortal by the dragon king

that entire painting is just of two gay lovers putting on shoes and getting immortality for it

well, he actually is really convincing, i can see why Wukong went back after those words...

yeah i'd be taken aback too bud

.......YOU COULD FINISH THE JOURNEY RN.... but he won't, that defeats the entire porpoise of it all

THIS BITCH!!!! I WILL ACTUALLY KILL HIM

HE ONLY STOPPED CAUSE I WAS AFRIAD THE FILLET WOULD BREAK

ON GOD I WILL THROW HANDS WITH A MONK I WILL

HE STARTED UP AGAIN?!??!!? STOP!!!!

OH OH! so you stop when you see how the pain is LITTERALLY TEARING HIS BODY APART! fuck you

HE ACTUALLY TRIED TO KILL HIM!?!?!?!? oh my god- i mean.... jesus.....

yes. its a great idea to go to the south sea and beat up the goddess who did this to you... super smart /s

all thoughts of disobedience and rebellion? no shot

Chapter 15

ah yes, lets start the chapter with Wukong hauling ass to save Tripitaka

Jesus them some powerful eyes

omg SHUT UP

YES YELL AT HIM WUKONG!!!

namby-pamby??

lawless lizard XD

harsh

they talk about him like he's not the son of a dragon king...

OH SHES PISSED AT HIM

so he's called 'third prince Jade dragon' gotcha

he's a fucking idiot

why are you being such a baby all of a sudden??

neat, he got the get out of danger free leaves now

if Rue had been in this part of the journey she would have been pretty interested in that

plot armour be like-

impressive

more divine intervention! oh my god-

so now it's early spring. jesus that means its almost been a year

Chapter 16

i don't know wether to be annoyed or what- were only a page into this chapter

"he may be ugly" BITCH WHAT

yeah... ight... i'd be annoyed with him too

somesones butt hurt that hes oooooold~

everyone is starting to get on my nerves like jesus-

wow the murder plots are real

he askin' for favours like he didn't just beat their asses 500 years ago

he's a little arsonist

LMAO UNO REVERSE BITCH

damn- he's already on shockingly good terms with him

HE SAVED YOU AND YOUR GONING TO PUNISH HIM FOR IT!?!?!

I'M GOING TO THROW HANDS WITH A MONK ISTG

and after all that your response is still murder??? really????

goddman.... he so mad he defiled a corpse- that wasn't very buddhist of you tripitaka

Chapter 17

not tripitaka using wukongs temper against others-

jesus christ man

"thunder god mouth" XDDD best way to describe it 10/10

THE THREATS

XDD the arrogance!! he called the demon "my son" before starting a lecture XDD

he gets annoyed when people call him the BanHorsePlague now, thats so fucking funny to me

he's so real for that though, i'd wanna eat in the middle of a fight too

he is actually a menace to humans goddamn

HE REDUCED THE DEMON TO A BURGER

love how their calling him 'old carcass'

there is a lot of seemingly nice senery in this chapter

how'd they know all of that just by seeing a goddamn meat patty on the side of the road???

this is gonna be a pattern isn't it-

conversations with these two go no where but damn they do be giving me L O R E

he's being so nice now lmao

wft....

ok *fine* she gets a pass but jesus

GRAPHIC

jesus wukong

HA got'em

"don't start trouble again" "i won't" LIES

Chapter 18

oooooh this is the pigsy chapter!!! i can't wait to see some ass be beat!

i- i don't think i like these people...

Wukong really just said don't judge a book by it's cover

why does he always say "your poor monk" it's grinding my gears

"tell me everything!" .... "from ancient times-"

his surmname meant hog....

i can only picture that one manga panel in jjk where Yuta is dragging Yuji along lmao

ancient toilet humour?

"where are you going darling" he says as he returns to his original form

love that wukong is described and then called "virtually a living thunder god"

"i'll follow you to the ends of the earth" (menacingly)

Chapter 19

why do they all have caves?

it is pigsy

damn- Wukong's reading him

are they really throwing celestial law at one another??

he's bragging... really?

ah yes, a summary of the first seven chapters

he really said set your house on fire and follow me

man's really stripped him of all he was worth and then dragged him by the ear... he's like a mom...

HE'S REFERED TO AS IDIOT! oh this just got so much better

lmao both of them going "wine? oh we still drink that"

Wukong admitted to being a light weight XD

pigsy, trying to say a heart felt goodbye, the other two; hurry the fuck up

"you know him and not me? what kind of fuckery is this?"

"he insulted me and the pig?!" "how?" *proceeds to tell tripitaka exactly how he and pigsy were insulted*

Chapter 20

just by the title alone i know imma start to have beef with pigsy

they still call him idiot! YES

it's pigsy getting bullied hours!!!

that- that was a very round about way of calling him a dick Wukong

annnnnd he's boasting again...

huh? flying bricks, talking pots, and dancing tiles... interesting...

this old man has balls

"fix your ugliness" DUUUUUDE

i'm about to highlight each and every time Pigsy is refered to as Idiot! shits too funny!

ahhhhh pigsy's first kill steal!

OH SHIT NVM

dude just ripped off his own skin! what a power move!

jesus-

and we get to the first time tripitaka is truely captured!

"for you culinary pleasure" XDDDD why is that so funny?

this guy's actually quite smart for that

damn...

good wisdom wukong

i love how wukong is so often describes as "the one with the thunder god mouth and hairy face"

he's got a good sense to be this scared of him

monkey-monk?? (why is that so funny to me???)

he just told wukong he was a 'buy one get one free sale'!! AND HE'S THE FREE BIT XDDDDDD

KILL STEAL!!! +1 for butality, pigsy's score is now -99 points!

Wukong actually let him have credit for the kill? goddamn- is that character growth i see?

Chapter 21

no he does not!

Aqua man?????

Really?? *face palms*

why does he insist on calling himself grandpa?

is he about to disapline him like a grandpa too??

Coward

the divine wind of Samādhi? like the Samādhi fire? NEAT!!!

more divine intervention i see

the trend of calling pigsy an idiot continues and i am thriving in this enviornment

can he be any less annoying?

*crybaby beings to play on loop in my head*

idiot

it was the fucking gold star of venus

very humble wukong

lawless ape! XDDD

love that offending the great sage is quite possibly a crime punishable by death now

Chapter 22

its sandy time!!!

wouldn't that be qualifies as an inland sea?!

i don't know how to feel about that entire passage

cloud surfing lessons

he called Wukong his assistant- oh boy if he had heard that...

he can be there in half an hour?! wild...

sandy is aquired

Chapter 23

still love that his nickname is practically idiot

please- stop refering to your staff as a rod- i can't take reading "you'll get a ___ from this Huge Rod!" anymore T-T

you fucking idiots- your banter has now left the master stranded and he's gonna get captured by demons!

serves you right

Wu kong being so shocked he actually acted poliet?

Unreal and nonexisting- well those are some red falgs if i've ever seen em in this book

SHIT JUST GOT SO MUCH FUNNIER OMFG

she just keeps going!? dude- please- how can someone have so much

omg- this is all a test of character isn't it...

tripitaka; wukong you stay! Wukong; the fuck you mean me!? make pigsy stay

the entier latter half of this page pisses me off. fuck you pigsy

OH EW! SEVEAR ICK- GROSS

I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU GREEDY WHORE

I KNEW IT WAS A TEST OF CHARACTER!!!!!! I WAS RIGHT!!!!

Chapter 24

serves him fucking right

i agree with Wukong, leave the pig and go

holy hell they haven't even covered one tenth of the distance yet?

this is the chapter that that one monkey king animated movie was about.

to cowardly to do it himself so he's gotta wait for Wukong lmao

thus begins an entire two-ish pages of Wukong stealing fruit again

Wukong makes me nevious frfr

if it were so embarissing maybe you shouldn't have done it in the first place

Chapter 25

wukong.... buddy.... no.....

good plan boy's

dude can pick (break?) locks.... good to know

why do you fight first and ask questions later....

he escaped thrice, got catpured thrice, kept playing tricks..... dude just wouldn't fucking stop....

#journey to the west #jttw sun wukong #jttw pigsy #jttw tripitaka #jttw sandy #thoughts on #thoughts about #its a jumbled mess #have fun #no context

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thedarkestgreys · 6 months

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#3 (I guess you've never heard the word "no" before.) /Fexi

(Love your work❤️)

sooooo sorry my mobile app ate this prompt! here you go my love!

Fezco’s careful to cup the back of her head before he slams them against the back wall of the Dairy - his girls brilliant brain is precious cargo after all - his mouth attached to Lexi’s neck as she scrambles for the edge of his polo, trying desperately to pull it off him without actually separating their bodies. He might be a lil love drunk, but he’s not gone enough to consider hooking up in the fuckin’ backroom of the Dairy - Ash for sure has cameras back here and the kid don’t need to see that shit. “Nah, baby,” he mumbles against her kiss warm skin. “Imma make out with yo’ ass, but less you wanna give Ash a show for free, we gotta keep it PG-13 back here.” Lexi continues her single minded pursuit. “Just erase the footage.” Fez chuckles. “What if he’s watchin’ the live feed?” That would be just like his lil bro, watching store cameras when it’s his fuckin’ day off and he’s supposed to be catching up on those missed assignments his teacher emailed Fez about the other day. Lexi pulls back with a pout, her red lipstick just a touch smeared on the edge. “Then shut the camera off.” “Ain’t you heard the word no before?” he teases before dipping down to catch her mouth with his again. By her dramatic sigh he knows she’s aware that he’s just givin’ her shit. “Not from you at least,” Lexi comments, fingers trailing dangerously below the band of his jeans. It’s a difficult thing to stand on his convictions when she’s doin’ her damn best to get him hard like this. Delicately Fez wraps his hands around Lexi’s tiny wrists and pulls them off of him, putting space between their bodies. He catches the time on the digital clock Ash keeps back here, and while it’s earlier than he normally closes up shop, there’s more pressing matters to attend to. With a kiss to Lexi’s forehead, he steps back completely, nodding his head over his shoulder. “Lemme go shut this shit down, and we can get outta here.” Lexi’s eyes light up at the promise. “I can help. Tell me what to do sir.” It doesn’t at all concern him over the way his dick twitches at the word sir. In fact, it makes him more eager to get outta this place and back to his. “Just sit here and look pretty baby, I’ll be quick.”

#no-vember prompts #bex writes things #fexi

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Hi I love your writing ! If your still accepting requests, I would love to see an imagine where the reader gets her period while Elvis is preforming a show and she misses it trying to take care of her situation. Its kind of angsty because he thinks she just skipped but it ends with fluff and him taking care of her ! sorry I know that was super specific, doesn't have to be the same just something similar. Thanks :)

That Time Again

tw: Mentions of blood/period pain + a lil bit of angst

word count: 1094 || rating: Pg

A/N: i would kick myself if this happened to me fr 😭 but i would also give anything to have elvis/aus take care of me. this is not my best work so i am deeply sorry for that 😭

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No, no, no. Not now, please not now.

You squirm as you silently argue with your body. You know that feeling. You could never mistake it after all these years. It's that uncomfortable sensation, as if you're peeing but can do nothing to stop the liquid from coming out. The feeling of blood dripping out of your vagina.

You squeeze your legs together, willing everything in your body to fight against your biological cycle. But as the sensation ripples through you again, you sigh deeply.

"I'll be right back. I'm afraid I'm having some lady issues," you whisper, leaning over to Gladys.

"Of course, hunny. You jus let me know if ya need anythin," she whispers back, offering you a smile.

You quietly stand, trying to draw the least amount of attention to yourself as possible. You glance up at Elvis onstage in a beautiful pink tweed jacket with black pants. A smile spreads across your face as you watch his body wiggle back and forth, eliciting screams and even some moans from the women in the audience.

You slink out of the audience and run toward the nearest women's restroom, ducking inside and immediately into a stall. You bend at the waist, pressing a hand to your stomach as you try to soothe the sharp stinging pain there You gasp out a few breaths and then pull your panties down to see a small circle of deep red blood, luckily not too dark or saturated that it can't be hidden. But it will definitely leave a stain on the fabric of the panties. You grab some toilet paper, dabbing yourself clean, and then fashion a makeshift pad to keep you covered until you can get ahold of a real one.

You take a few more deep breaths and try to straighten yourself up but the painful pinching waves that ricochet through your body make you double over again. You hear the door open and then Mrs. Presley's voice.

"Y/N, honey, are ya in here?"

"Right here, Mrs. Presley," you choke out, unlocking the door and walking out to see her. Your face must be reflecting the pain you're in because she offers you her arm and shakes her head.

"Let's get you home, dear," she says, dragging you toward the door.

"Oh Mrs. Presley, no, I have to-ughh."

"No, I know that look. Home. Now. I'll drive ya myself," she says in a tone so firmly that you know the conversation is over.

So, you climb into the car with Gladys and allow her to drive you back home to Graceland, where she helps you up the stairs and tucks you into Elvis' bed. She smooths some hair from your forehead and brings you a glass of water.

"Now, Imma be downstairs if you need anythin. From one woman to another, get some rest. I understand how painful this time of the month can be."

She offers a comforting smile, and you return it, settling into the warm sheets. She takes a few steps toward the door, but you stop her.

"Mrs. Presley," she turns. "Thank you. And would you send Elvis up when he gets back?"

"Of course, darlin."

And with that, she shuts the door. You snuggle deeper into the soft sheets and the next thing you know you're waking up to the sound of the bedroom door slamming against the wall. You jerk up and blink the sleep from your eyes to see Elvis standing by the dresser, shrugging off his outfit with his back toward you. You're already lifting the covers and getting out of bed, feeling so much better after your deep nap.

"Elvis, honey! You were amazing!" you say, and he turns at the sound of your voice.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tightly. He gives you a pat on the back but nothing more.

"Elvis, baby, is something wrong?"

He says nothing at first, just clenches his jaw. You gaze up into his eyes, trying to parse out his emotions.

"Where were ya, Y/N?!" Elvis suddenly shouts, and you recoil, shocked by his change in tone. "I needed ya there. This was a really, really important performance for me. The whole of America was watchin. Everybody but you, Y/N! All I wanted was to look out into the crowd after the performance and see ya sittin there with that beautiful smile on ya face, but you weren't there!"

"I...I-I'm sorry, Elvis, I-I was there! I swear I was, but then I-" you suck in a painful, shaky breath as you try not to cry. "I had to go t-to the bathroom because I s-s-started my p-period, and y-your mom insisted that she could t-take me ho-home. I-"

You feel your face immediately screw up and tears start to stream down your cheeks, one chasing directly after the other. You squeeze the words out through shaky breaths even though they're barely coherent. The tears are hard at work, forming two wet rivers down your cheeks. You try to wipe them with your fingers but only spread the wet moisture across the rest of your face. You drop your head into your hands.

"Oh baby...oh, sweet girl, I'm so sorry," he says and, in a flash, you feel his hands on your shoulders, gently walking you back to sit on the bed. "I didn't know...I didn't realize that...well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make ya feel like this, baby. I'm sorry."

You sniffle, removing your hands to look at him.

"I'm sorry, too. I don't know why I'm crying. I guess it's just..." you gesture toward your crotch.

His fingers slip under your chin and lift your eyes to meet his gaze. His thumb strokes your cheek. His expression is completely different now, softened, full of love and affection. These are the eyes of the Elvis you love, the eyes that tell you he loves you back.

"Baby girl, you can cry all you'd like cause Imma be right here to take care of ya," he says quietly and his hands slide underneath your body, carrying you bridal style toward the top of the bed.

You pull the covers back and he lays you down so incredibly gently onto the mattress. He pulls the comforter and blanket up to your chin, sitting beside you and stroking your hair. He leans forward and presses a soft, warm kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, honey," he says with a smile that you return. "You're my bestest girl, forever and always."

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🦋 mila

#elvis #elvis 2022 #milasblurbs #milaselvisblurbs #milasthings #milaselviscontent

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iamfrankie99 · 1 year

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The Student Council President is WHAT?!

by godharuhi

212k 43ch [Bakugo x reader]

Summary: You are an energetic girl who loves lending a helping hand and everyone in UA respects you as their student council president. You meet Bakugo at school and somehow end up becoming friends with the Bakusquad. For some reason, Bakugo seems to like teasing you and always picks on you to make you bicker with him…until both of you realise maybe it’s starting to look more like flirting… And, I mean, Bakugo is hot and you have a huge crush on him that just doesn’t want to go away…so the question is: does the most unapproachable, explosive and emotionally stunted jerk in the whole of UA actually reciprocate?

Frankie’s comment: So this is a Bakugo x reader, Imma be honest here, it was a fist for me but I’m gonna say it’s not a single drop less worth a bkdk! The protagonist is a she and the pov swaps between hers (yours) and Bakugo’s in a very smooth way. The story is complete and actually very quite with not much angst at all, it’s all very lighthearted yet they fall in love which is something both of them thought would never happen. It’s all very cute and realistic too. At fist I thought the author was gonna keep it PG cuz of the rating, but than around ch30 it became M for sure (the author says it themself that they just didn’t want to change the rating mid-story). So yeah I feel like the story is totally and fully complete! It’s so satisfying😍

READ HERE

#bakugo x reader #ua students #slowburn #she/her reader #getting together #love #smut #non-bkdk

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thetreefairy · 2 years

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Ok pretty genshin ask but reader coming home from private school and when they come in they slam the door and are just so angry but then kuroguri asks what’s wrong and reader yells “my boyfriend cheated on me”! They haven’t told the league that and now they just reveld that they got into a relationship in private.

Alrighty this is gonna be weird for the league of villains

they/them reader

Mentions: Dabi, Toga, AFO, Twice, Magne and Kuroguri, Shigaraki, swearing, cheating

Secret cheater boyfriend

Reader was furious! How dare that bitch cheat on them?! They have been everything they asked! Reader mumbled as she walked up to the LOV hideout obviously fuming. When Reader was inside the hide out she slammed the door shut, it was so hard that Dabi even looked surprised.

"What's wrong, dear, did someone try to bully you again?" Kuroguri questioned as he cleaned some dishes. "MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND CHEATED ON ME, NO MY FUCKING EX BOYFRIEND! YOU GUYS WERE RIGHT RELATIONSHIPS FUCKING SUCK!" Reader raged on, angry tears falling down their face. "Excuse me? Boyfriend?" Toga questioned confused, Dabi looked furious and Tomura? He had turned his gaming console to dust.

"Kuroguri, make some hot chocolate, Reader why don't you sit down on the couch? Shigaraki and Dabi cool off!" Magne shouted, which worked after Dabi whispered in Shigaraki's ear: "Call AFO, seems like we have a double homicide on our hands~!"

When Reader had calmed down a bit, they were scolded by AFO for having a secret relationship but was happy they could finally see their ways.

Basically the LOV:

Also the LOV

Imma try to get into writing again ✨ since school just started again and I need an outlet for frustration and my writers block i gone :))

Might make a seperate smut blog just because I wanna keep this one PG

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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You Better Call Becky With the Good Hair

AN: Loveee this one 🤭😏

Synopsis: You have a decision to make when you find out your longtime husband has been cheating on you for the past three months.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my treacherous twin @harlowsbby 😘💕

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You had been keeping close tabs on how your husband had been acting.

For the past three months to be exact.

Plenty of times you would pretend that you were sleeping and noticed that Jack would check to see if you were "sleeping" before immediately grabbing his phone and keys and would leave the house or he would go into the bathroom and be in there for hours.

You truly did not want to believe that Jack would do anything to mess up your marriage, but the amount of evidence that you had was beginning to pile up and he was looking more and more guilty with every day that had passed.

"Babe, where are you going?" You curiously asked. Bottom line was that you missed your husband, but he was obviously occupied with spending his time with someone else.

"Just out to that new club that just opened. Urban and Sunni are going to."

"Okay." You replied not even putting up a fight which Jack was surprised by.

"Okay? Not putting up much of a fight tonight."

"Well am I supposed to? You're a grown ass man that can do what you want."

"Oh really? But you've been giving me shit lately every time I want to hang out with someone who isn't you."

"I'm not arguing with you. If you don't want to spend time with your wife, that's on you."

Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Here we fucking go."

"Did I lie? It's like you don't even want to be bothered with me anymore."

"Baby! That is not true. I promise this weekend that I'm all yours. No interruptions. My phone will be off. Just me and you. Can you hold out until then, pretty girl?" Jack asked you and you sighed before finally nodding your head.

Jack leaned down to kiss you before he gave you his famous smile.

"I love you." Jack whispered to you and your foreheads were touching.

"I love you too. Have fun."

"I'll be back before you know it."

Once you had heard the door close and Jack pull out of the driveway, you immediately grabbed your phone to text your two best friends, Luna and Lav.

You- Plan is a go. He just left.

Lav- What’s the plan again?

Luna- LAV! Keep up! We’re trying to catch Jack cheating! We already know that’s what he’s been doing and we just need proof

Lav- Oh, okay. I’ll be ready in 20 and come get the both of you

Luna- So we can put an end to this shit for good. Now Y/N, what are you going to do when you actually do see him?

You- I hadn’t thought that far yet

Lav- So we out here just winging it?

You- I have to catch him in the act first and then we’ll go from there

Lav- Imma kick his ass

Luna- Count me in too

The three of you made your way into the club about an hour after Jack had originally left the house and knew that Jack would be somewhere near the V.I.P. area which was towards the back.

Big homie better hold up (Hold up)

Me and my whoadies 'bout to roll up (Roll up)

I say my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (Stroll up)

They comin' through the back door

You weaved through sweaty bodies and it took you less than five minutes to spot him in the corner with a girl grinding all over him. Next thing you knew, Jack had grabbed her and had passionately kissed her and she was eagerly kissing him back with his wedding ring glistening against the light teasing you.

“No the fuck he didn’t.” Lav exclaimed while looking at the scene in front of her.

“Oh yes the fuck he did and obviously Urban, Sunni and the rest of PG knew because they’re literally standing around him like this is fucking normal.” Luna added before she peered over at you.

Just then you and Urban made eye contact and his eyes went wide and was immediately nudging Jack who then looked up in your direction.

All you did was shake your head and turn around to make your way out of the club and you briefly heard both Lav and Luna yelling at Jack and attempting to stop him from coming after you.

You felt trapped and as if you couldn’t breathe.

Once you had gotten outside you leaned against the side of the building and just let the tears fall.

Only a minute passed before you felt a presence behind you and you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him for Christmas last year.

“Y/N….” Jack said as he tried to place his hand on your shoulder and you immediately jerked away from him.

“I cannot fucking believe you, but then again I can. I KNEW IT.”

“Baby, just let me explain.”

“What is there to explain, Jack? Like what in the world can you possibly say to me right now that will keep me from kicking your fucking ass?”

“I just…. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Literally the oldest lie in the book. Please tell me you can do better.”

“Y/N, you know I love you.”

“I know that might be true however, you don’t love me enough not to cheat on me so you can go back to your little side piece because this, whatever this was is fucking over.” You said pointing in between the two of you.

“No, babe come on.”

“And the fact that Urban and Sunni knew and didn’t tell me anything?!? And would be covering for you? I fucking knew you were cheating on me.”

“Because you weren’t the wife I needed you to be!”

“So instead of coming to your wife about that you go and fuck someone else?! What sense does that make?!”

This white boy had you fucked all the way up and couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“Every time I would try to talk to you it would start a fucking argument and I got tired of that shit!”

“It would turn into an argument because you always think you’re right all the fucking time when you’re not!”

“Oh? So you aren’t at fault in any of this?”

“JACKMAN! I DIDN’T FUCKING CHEAT YOU DID! AND UNLIKE YOU I’VE BEEN TRYING TO SAVE THIS SHITTY ASS MARRIAGE!”

“What are we saving it for if all we do is argue?!?”

“Oh. Then consider this done. Get your shit out of the house by Monday and I’ll be sure to call my lawyer. I’m getting half of everything.”

“WAIT! Y/N, we can fix this.” Jack exclaimed while trying to grab your hand once more but you simply backed up away from him.

“Didn’t your ass just say that I was to blame because I got cheated on and what are we saving this for if all we do is argue? Keep that same fucking energy. You said that shit with your chest so stick by it. Oh, and don’t come home. You can stay with Urban or Sunni since they were in fucking cahoots with you this entire time.”

Sometimes I regret the day I put this ring on (Get in line)

Looking at my watch he should've been home (Get in line)

He always got them motherfucking excuses (Get in line)

I pray to God you reveal to me what his truth is (Get in line)

Since that night Jack had been continuously blowing up your phone but you weren’t giving him the time of day.

You were too busy trying to keep your sanity intact and trying for your life not to fall apart and you were failing.

Miserably.

There was no doubt in your mind that you truly did love your husband, but how in the world would you be able to come back from this?

Even if you did forgive him and decided to not divorce him, the fear of being cheated on again would sit in the back of your mind and you truly wouldn’t be able to trust him to go anywhere by himself.

And you obviously couldn’t trust Sunni or Urban who had also been blowing up your phone apologizing for not telling you and telling you how miserable Jack was.

He was miserable and he deserved that shit.

You were miserable too but you weren’t going to tell them that so therefore they got ignored right along with Jack.

Just then you heard tiny footsteps and your daughter climbed up into your lap and tightly hugged you.

She could tell that you were sad, but you tried to distract her from asking where her father was and used the obvious excuse that he was working.

“Mommy sad still?”

“Just a little bit, but I’ll be okay. Don’t you worry.” You answered as you kissed the top of her nose and she giggled before smiling at you.

“Daddy home soon?”

And that’s when your heart broke all over again.

You were more hurt at the fact that Jack had no regard for his daughter.

When she got older, she was obviously going to find out what he had done to you and only being 2 and a half, she already worshiped the ground that he walked on and he could do no wrong in her eyes.

He was her hero.

He was yours too, until about three days ago.

You didn’t want her heart to break like yours did.

“He should be bub.”

“Can’t wait!” She exclaimed while going towards her toy box and pulling out a stuffed animal that Jack had gotten for her in Sweden.

A few tears slipped out, but you quickly wiped them away not wanting for her to see.

“Mommy? Markers, please. I want to draw daddy a picture for when he comes home.”

“Sure, bub. Let me get them for you.” You said getting up and going over to the cabinet next to the television in order to get out everything that she needed.

You turned around to see that she was already sitting at her little table and you placed the markers and paper in front of her.

“What are you going to draw for daddy?” You asked while sitting across from her.

“A picture of the three of us. You have to help me mommy to make sure it’s perfect. I want daddy to like it.”

“It’s coming from you so no matter how it comes out, daddy will love it.”

She got the biggest smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Pass me the purple marker please! Daddy loves purple!”

Me and my daughter, we gon' be alright

We gon' live a good life (Good life)

You sat on the deck facing the backyard as you watched Jack play with Amiyah and slowly took in the scene in front of you.

It had been about a month since everything happened and since you didn’t want your daughter to pick up on anything being wrong, you told Jack to come home.

Come home, Amiyah misses you

How fucking ironic

It was extremely awkward between the two of you but you acted like the perfect couple in front of your daughter.

You loved the way she looked up at him when he picked her up and never wanted for that sparkle to leave her eyes.

Making your way back into the house, you decided on ordering pizza not having the energy to make dinner and you realized it was movie night.

It was Amiyah’s turn to choose even though you already knew her answer would be one of three choices. Moana, Encanto, or Princess and the Frog.

You ordered the pizza and got all of Jack and Amiyah’s favorite snacks ready before bringing them into the living room.

As you were carrying the last of it, you heard the back door slide open and the laughter of your husband and daughter.

“Mommy! It’s movie night! We haven't made our pillow fort yet!”

“There’s still time, bub. I just ordered the pizza so we have about 45 minutes until it gets here. Ask daddy to help you.”

“Daddy come on.” She said while pulling him in the direction of the living room.

It was the middle of the Princess and the Frog when you looked down at your daughter who was perched between the two of you and saw how she was fast asleep.

You didn’t want to disturb her as her head was in your lap as her feet were in Jack’s and decided to watch the rest of the movie.

You saw Jack eyeing you but you damn sure weren’t going to say anything first.

“Baby?”

“You know good and damn well you lost the privilege to call me that.”

“Y/N, please. I’m trying here.”

“You wouldn’t have to try if you didn’t do what you did.”

“Think of Amiyah, we want her to grow up in a household with two parents.”

“But not when her parents are miserable.”

“I will literally do anything to fix this and prove to you that I can be the husband you deserve.”

“Jack, I don’t want to talk about this right now. They’re about to meet Mama Odie and I want to sing but I can’t if you’re talking my ear off.”

“Y/N, if not then when?”

I ain't fucking with nobody (Nobody)

Toast to the good life (Good life)

Suicide before you see my tears in my eyes (In my eyes)

“Jack, I’m done crying over you. You chose to do this to us. You put us second and quite frankly, I don’t know if I can forgive you for that right now.”

“Then tell me what to do so that you can forgive me. I can’t live without you or our daughter.”

“You won’t live without us, but you might have to live without us being married.”

Jack went silent as one of your favorite scenes in the movie came on and you began to sing quietly not trying to wake up Amiyah.

When the movie was over, you simply turned to Jack as he made a motion to get up and pick up Amiyah to put her in her room.

He was by the steps when you called out to him and he quickly looked over at you.

“You better call Becky with the good hair because I meant it when I said that this was over between us.”

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