#everyone has a crush on scotty

[whorekneecentral]

Old Friends

Lance Stroll x Vettel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: big brother seb!!!, queen hanna appearance + a mick and gina cameo, lance has a crush, alcohol and the consumption of, being tipsy/kinda drunk, mentions/ insinuated that someone cheated, nipple play, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, seb teasing the two of you.

Word Count: 2,492

Author's Note: this is one of my favs so far. I couldn't write lance and not put in seb, it just wouldn't be me.

merry smutmas series

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Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping.

The invite came in the mail; a dying trade his former teammate would tell him.

A little brown envelope with silver glitter all over it, surely his girls helped him put it together. The card inside was hand written, Sebastian's scrawled cursive with pictures drawn in pencil crayon and covered in glitter at the bottom.

You're invited to the Vettel household on December 31st at 9pm for a New Year's Eve celebration.

Please rsvp by December 22nd.

With love,

Sebastian, Hanna & the Vettel children.

Lance didn't have plans, his parents were doing their own things and Chloe would be in Australia with Scotty and his family so he took his phone out and texted Seb right then.

To Seb: Hey man! Got your invite, tell the girls I said their drawings were adorable. Just letting you know I'll be there :)

It took Seb 10 minutes to reply.

From Seb: Thanks Lance! The girls say hello and thank you. We can't wait to see you.

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Lance finds himself on the Vettel's doorstep on New Year's Eve, a bottle of some expensive Swiss wine in hand. He knocks on the door and Hanna opens it with a little boy in her arms.

"Lance!" She smiles, stepping to the side for him to come in.

"It's so nice to see you," the younger driver says, kissing her cheek before saying hello to their son.

"Please make yourself at home. Food and drinks are in the kitchen and Sebastian is somewhere around here." She tells him, rocking the sleepy boy, "you know how he is." She laughs, shutting the door.

Lance nods, smiling at her as he follows her into the house. The place is full, he showed up around 10 rather than the 9pm invite but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Everyone is all over the place; he goes over to say hello to Seb and then bumps into Mick who was there with his girlfriend, sister and her boyfriend.

He does in fact make himself at home, putting the wine in the kitchen before getting himself a drink. His red solo cup has some vodka in it and he spins around, looking for the cranberry juice. He sees everything but that.

"Need help?" A voice comes from behind him and before he turns, he knows exactly who it is. He smiles when he does turn, now face to face with her. "Hi y/n."

"Hey Lance," you smile, "what are you looking for?" You walk over, hugging the man hello.

"Cranberry juice." He tells you and you nod, walking to the fridge to grab it.

Lance watches you, admiring your outfit; a slinky silver top and a black mini skirt that frankly wasn't very family friendly but was on par with the theme of the night. He had met you when Seb became his teammate at Aston, you had a habit of following your brother around the world when you got bored of your life. You were only a year younger than Lance but he was intimidated by you.

You were just as bubbly and fun as Seb, loud and out there but in Vettel fashion, you could become broody at the snap of your fingers; something that only happened if someone fucked over your brother or at least that's when Lance noticed it.

Now if Mick had walked into the kitchen then, he'd be teasing his friend.

He was aware of the crush his friend had on his other friend. Mick had encouraged Lance to talk to you time and time again but he could never work up the courage. When he finally did, you were in a relationship and you had been since.

"Here," you hand the bottle over to him, "I put it in the fridge. It gets gross.. well even more gross when it's warm."

Lance smiles, "thanks." He pours the juice into his cup, before settling it back into the fridge. In the meantime, you had been filling a few shot glasses with what looked like tequila.

"Are you driving tonight?" You asked, downing one of the shots. Lance shook his head, "took an Uber."

"Perfect," you handed a shot over to him, picking up another one for yourself. "Bottoms up, Stroll." You tapped your glass to his and down the tequila.

Lance makes a face, clearing his throat which makes you laugh. "So, how are you? How's Fernando as a teammate?" You ask him, pouring some soda into a glass.

"I'm okay. He's pretty okay too, he's no Sebastian Vettel though."

You smiled, "that's what I like to hear. I've been keeping track, you did great this season."

"Yeah? You think so?" He asks and you nod, leaning on the counter as you take a sip of your soda. "Thanks," he smiles, taking a sip from his glass in hopes that it covers the blush on his face. "So uh.. how have you been? How's your boyfriend?"

"I'm good," you smiled, "as for him? Who knows, he's probably fucking some model somewhere."

Your words catch him off guard, Lance chokes on his vodka. Your brows furrowed, his hand rubbing at his chest as you looked at him. "Sorry, I just... I take you two aren't together ?"

"No," you shook your head, "it's whatever though."

"Sorry to hear that," he tells you and you shrug, smiling at him. You were about to say something but Gina was shouting for you, something about shots. "Excuse me," you smiled at Lance, picking up the bottle of tequila and the pack of shot glasses before heading over.

As much as Lance wanted to be sorry about your relationship ending, he couldn't be. This must be some sort of gift from god, for you two to be in the same place while you're single and he had enough liquor in him to tell you the truth.

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The hours go by and it's inching closer to midnight with each passing second and you were dancing around the kitchen as you got a snack. A slice of pizza held between your teeth as you poured yourself a drink.

"Hey," you mumble, mouth full as you take the bite and hold the pizza. Lance smiles at you as he gets himself another drink. "Hey."

"You good?" You asked, setting your pizza on the counter. Lance nods, "perfect, you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, shimmying your shoulders as you danced your way over to the Canadian driver. He smiles, watching you. The many tequila shots added up over the night and the fact that the tiles were sticky from what seemed like spilled soda, caused you to slip and fall right into Lance.

His drink spills all over your very cute top. "Oh damn," you tsked, looking down at yourself. "Oh shoot, are you okay?" you asked, looking at him to see if anything got on him.

"I'm okay, are you?" His hands held your forearms, steadying you. "Do you need to change?"

"I probably should," you tell him and Lance nods for you to walk, his hand holding onto your arm to keep you steady. He knew the layout of the house, he had come over for dinner many times before and he had spent the night after one too many glasses of wine.

Lance walks you up the stairs, hands on your waist as you two head up. You walk into the guest room and Lance shuts the door, "are you okay ? Do you need help finding anything?" He looks at you as you sit on the bed.

You shook your head, "all good, Lance. Thank you."

He nods, taking that as his cue to leave so you could change. As he turns towards the door, you grab his hand. "Can you.. undo the knot?" You turned your back to him, pulling your hair up.

It was two single knots done up with a bow behind your neck and your mid back that kept your top up. Lance carefully undid the knot on your back, letting the strings fall to the sides and your bare back left exposed.

"The.. the other one too?" He asks and you nod, "please."

Lance is hesitant, but he reaches forward and pulls the string, undoing the knot. The silver fabric falls to the floor, the beading on it clings when it hits the floor.

Your back is still facing the driver, you've dropped your hair back down but it's abundantly obvious to Lance that he's stood in the room with you, while you were.. well, topless.

"I should.." he starts but you turn to face him, his eyes shifting down to steal a glance at your tits and he looks back up at your face - it took all but a second and he was but a man.

You smile, holding his jaw with your hand. "Stay."

"I really shouldn't." He whispers and you step closer, my chest pressed to his. "Why not?" You asked, standing on your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his.

He doesn't answer but he lets you kiss him, his cold hand rests on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "You're drunk," he whispers against your neck and you shake your head, "I'm not."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes find yours when he pulls back and you nod. "I do."

"Okay," he says, kissing you again.

Your hands make quick work of his shirt, undone the buttons as he kisses down your neck to your chest. Lance has got an arm around you, his lips moving down towards your tits, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

The sound that leans your mouth was like heaven on earth to him; he can't wait to find out what other filthy sounds you could make.

It was much too loud downstairs for anyone to have a clue what was happening upstairs. The door was locked and he knew you had at least 40 minutes to midnight.

You push him away for a minute, the man looks at you confused as you scoot him back to the bed, letting him fall onto the soft mattress. Lance expects you to get on top of him, not sink to your knees in front of him.

"Baby-" "Shut up," you tell him, undoing his pants.

He smiles, carefully pulling your hair out of your face as your hand wraps around his cock. Lance bites back a groan, watching as your hand moves up and down slowly, your lips brushing over the tip.

"Please," he whispers and you smile, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him in your mouth. This time, he does groan out loud. "Fuck," he sighed, your hair into a make shift pony tail in his hand.

Your cheeks hallowed, head moving up and down. Lance watches your every movement, eyes fixed on you and everything you did; had he known, he would have spoken to you much sooner.

The stifled gag comes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering as you pull back a bit. Lance pulls you up, "as much as I want you to keep going, I wanna cum somewhere else."

"My mouth is just as good, Lance," you tell him, wiping the side of your lips with your thumb, sucking your finger. You don't miss the way his cock twitches at the action.

He smiles, "I'm sure it is, but c'mere."

You let him pull you up before you get on his lap, straddling him.

There was enough liquor in your systems to give you the courage to do things you wouldn't normally do but that you’d definitely remember. 

Thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smiles at you, admiring you. "Now, are you gonna stare at me all night or fuck me like I know you've been wanting too?"

For the second time that night, Lance had been caught off guard by your words. "You.. knew?"

"Of course I did, your staring wasn't exactly discreet, babe." You smile, pinching his cheek before you kiss him.

Your skirt bunched up on your hips, panties pulled to the side as you sank down onto his cock.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.

Lance bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Lance's cheeks red not just from the lipstick you had on but from the blush forming on his cheeks; though if you asked him, he’d blame it on the liquor. 

"Fuck," you mumble, Lance's arms around you to keep you steady as you bounced on his lap, back arched slightly.

His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints. 

“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. 

Lance's lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. 

Humming, your arms are wrapped around him, over his shoulders when you cum, wetness covering his cock. It takes only a few more thrusts and Lance follows behind you, the two of you holding onto each other for a while. Your legs are like jelly when Lance helps you up, letting you fix yourself.

He too get redressed and you change into a different top, fixing your skirt and your makeup before turning to him.

"11:58, we can make the ball drop." You grab his hand, pulling him out of the room with you.

Everyone was in the living room, watching the TV and chatting as they awaited the count down. Your brother notices your return, as well as Lances, who stood behind you.

"Outfit change?" Seb asks, handing you a glass.

You nod, "spilled soda on my other top." You tell him, watching as he passed a glass to Lance.

Seb hums, nodding. "And you required Lance's assistance to change?" His brow raises and your cheeks go red. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah," Seb laughs, "whatever, y/n."

Lance smiles, his arm over your shoulder as the countdown plays; 10, 9, 8.

Your fingers interlock with his; 7, 6.

His cheek presses to yours; 4, 5.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The people in the room cheer, friends hugging and lovers kiss. Lance leans over and you turn a bit, your lips pressing to his for a new years kiss.

"Happy New Year, Lance." You smiled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Happy New Year, Y/n."

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[ktempestbradford]

A Story for Star Trek Day

I've told this story on Twitter before. I tell it every Star Trek Day and whenever a Deep Space 9 anniversary rolls around. It's about me and Avery Brooks (aka Best ST Captain Benjamin Sisko).

The college my mother went to specifically started recruiting top Black students in the 60s. Due to this, the Black kids all mostly knew each other as they were in that same program. Avery Brooks went to the same college and they were good friends.

(She once told me he had a huge crush on her and I was like MOM. MOTHER. WHAT. HOW COULD YOU HE COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.)

Anyway, many of the students in this program remained friends long after college. So over the years as Avery was getting TV gigs & such we would all watch cuz he was my mom's friend & I thought that was the coolest. There was one particularly fun night when my best friend's uncle, Frankie Faison, guest starred on A Man Called Hawk. TWO people we know on TV!

When I was in middle school Avery was touring his production of "Paul Robeson" and it came through our town, so I got to see him perform in person (awesooooome) and meet him for the first time since I was a baby (which I did not remember, of course).

Now, backing up a little bit: I am a Star Trek fan because of my mom. She loved the original series and I remember being a wee Tempest in front of the TV watching The Wrath of Khan and us excitedly going to see Star Trek IV together.

I watched TNG from the instant it appeared on TV because of her. I watched all of The Animated Series even though everyone looked "wrong". (Man... it took me 4 months to realize that dude in the red shirt was Scotty cuz I'd only ever seen movie Scotty.)

Then... they announced Deep Space 9.

We heard Avery Brooks would be the commander and there was MUCH rejoicing around our house. DS9 turned out to be the best Trek ever and, of course, Avery was awesome. This was around the time my mom dropped that "he had a crush on me but I wasn't interested" bombshell.

I'm still bitter.

I mean, I love my dad he's great. But SISKO COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.

I lost my mom in 1999. She was--and I'm not exaggerating--an extraordinary woman and beloved by many. I received so many beautiful messages of condolence from her friends all the way back to those college years, including Avery. So many people remembered her fondly. <3

I kept watching Star Trek and often talked to her as if she was there during episodes. She would have LOVED Discovery. Especially since she took me to RENT the year I started college. I'm sure she would have shared my opinion of Enterprise as well. But she loved her some Scott Bakula, so she would have watched, anyway.

I got the chance to interview Avery Brooks at DragonCon back in 2013 (jeez, it's been almost 10 years omg). Before the interview, I went up to him on the Walk of Fame and I said:

Hi, I'm (name K stands for) Bradford, I don't know if you remember me...

And he looked up and said: Of course I remember you.

We talked for a bit and I asked if I could come back and interview him later and he said yes (he wasn't supposed to; his handler had A LOOK). I didn't want to hold up his line, so I said I'd see him later.

Before I could go, he reached out for my hand and squeezed it before saying: I loved your mama, you know.

And we just stayed like that for a few seconds, missing her together.

...I might have been trying very hard not to burst into tears.

That DragonCon was the last time I saw Avery. Barring an extraordinary circumstance, that's probably the last time I'll see him in person. I'm glad we got to have that moment together. And we had a great conversation!

His contribution to Trek has meant so much to me. SISKO4EVA

And I'm glad that it's another tie between me, my mom, and Trek. I can't watch DS9 without hearing her voice giving color commentary. Even the episodes she didn't live to see.

I think Star Trek is part of what gave her hope for the future. She passed that on to me. ❤️🖖🏾❤️

Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate.

#Star Trek Day #Sisko #Deep Space 9 #DS9 #Star Trek

[mrvlbimbo]

Mrvlbimbo's Eddie Munson Masterlist 

hiiiiii everyone, I figured it was time I made a master list for all my Eddie fics.

For anything in the series and longer fics catagory y'all can send me requests to further those stories and/or HCs you have for them.

Everything other than the drabbles is explicitly xfem reader because I write in third person using she/her pronouns.

The summaries are bad but hopefully this is helpful for everyone.

Smut meter

🍓complete fluff

🍒suggestive

🌶smuttish

🔥full on smut

Other tags

☁️angst

🍬sub! Eddie

🧁sub! Reader

🏠established relationship

🎲virgin! Eddie

💎virgin! Reader

Series and longer fics

Secret admirer series, pt1, 2, 3, 4

reader leaves romantic notes in Eddie's locker because she's too shy to talk to him in person.

Rating: 🌶💎🎲 (will change when chapter 4 is posted)

Eddie x bimbo!reader series masterlist

based on this request: eddie and bimbo reader!! a unique pair, but reader likes metal and rock music, and they find other ways to bond later

Rating: there’s too many parts but it’s a mix of all

Incentive, pt 1

Eddie has a crush on the assistant coach of the Hawkins High women's tennis team. She's only a year older than him, only problem is she refuses to date a highschooler. Looks like Eddie has some incentive to graduate

Something isn't right here, pt 1/2

A few weeks after returning from the upside down, Eddie wakes up changed. His new bloodlust only rivaled by his regular lust for his best friend.

Bimbo!reader x Vampire!Eddie

Perv!Eddie thoughts,

some hcs

Just a little quid pro quo, Virgin!reader buys drugs from Eddie and just so happens for 'forget' her money

Eddie's neighbor gets drenched in the cold and he just neeeeds to help her warm up

Sub!Eddie thoughts,

using a vibrator on Eddie

making Eddie cry his eyeliner off

What’s the plot of Romeo and Juliet again?

based on this request: eddie X (cheerleader?) reader where reader is dating jason. they get into an argument and eddie steps in to protect her. maybe they end up breaking up and eddie is really happy about it.

Rating: 🔥💎🧁

And they were roomates (pt 2 eventually)

Eddie and the reader are roommates, she catches him jerking off. She offers to help.

Rating: 🌶🍬

You mean nothing (everything) to me

friends to enemies to lovers. They fuck in the hellfire chair. It's almost 5k words.

Rating: 🔥🍬☁️

Practice makes perfect, first times the charm (coming soon)

based on this request: Eddie fic? where poor baby is a virgin but his not-girl-friend is more than happy to let him give her head for ‘practice’?

Rating: 🌶🍬🎲

It’s about time someone wrote an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic

its an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic.

Rating: 🔥

Jason doesn’t know

Eddie and reader are fwb and she's cheating on her boyfriend (Jason) Loosely based on the song Scotty Doesn't Know.

Rating: 🔥

One shots

Don’t move

cockwarming with subby Eddie

Rating:🔥🍬🏠

Polar Opposites

based on this request: eddie with a hyper feminine, super spoiled girl? Like, everyone just being exhausted by the stereotypical girly thing she is, and her just sitting all pretty in his lap in the throne in the hellfire club room

Rating:🍒🏠

Oblivious

based on this request: Eddie coming home after a club meeting that went rlly well and he’s super pent up and energized and he gets into his room and he’s greeted with the sight of his sweet y/n on his bed in the cutest pink lingerie set waiting to have him basically rearrange her organs, and ofc he does cause how could he say no to his needy girl

Rating: 🔥🏠

I like-like you too

based on this request: eddie x fem!reader where they both like eachother and it’s sooo obvious to everyone but them? and they get teased all the time by everyone

Rating: 🍒

One more?

based on this request: Eddie fucking readers brain out and then taking care of her while she's in subspace

Rating: 🔥🧁🏠

Gummies

based on this request: u eat some of eddies gummy bears only to find out they were edibles, n now eddie has to deal with a very high y/n who wont stop gushing about him and being all giddy

Rating: 🍓

Road trip

based on this request: reader and Eddie aren’t really close but they both unknowingly think each other are attractive but reader thinks Eddie is way out of her league. So they’re in the car with dustin, max, mike and Steve, but there’s no room for the reader so Eddie offers for reader to sit on his lap. So they’re both really nervous and reader keeps shifting in his lap so he grips her hips to get her to stop because he’s getting hard and he’s really embarrassed about it

Rating: 🌶🍬

I’ll never leave

based on this request: eddie having a nightmare where his gf leaves him only for him to wake up with her drooling all over his arm in her sleep

Rating: 🍓☁️🏠

It goes both ways

based on this request: reader getting into a fight with a jock because he hit and/or upset Eddie? Like, maybe she could kick his ass but she would also have gotten her fair share of hits?

Rating: 🍓

Not so innocent

based on this request: y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work

(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)

and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*

Rating: 🔥💎🧁

Thoroughly

based on this request: idk idk i’m just imagining eddie being like bold bold

“you wish you could handle me”

“yes, i do. roughly…thoroughly…for hours…”

Rating: 🍒

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.

based on this request: eddie accidentally calling you mommy while you’re edging him? so u like slightly laugh cause ur like omg???????? and he’s just so embarrassed BYE

Rating: 🔥🍬🏠

Rings can’t go in there

based on this request: eddie having to fish his ring out of your coochie

Rating: 🌶🏠

Teenage rebellion

Based on the request: What if Jason’s sister flirts with Eddie just to annoy his brother but she ends up having sex with him (I like how you write, specifically submissive Eddie)

Rating: 🔥🍬🎲

Drabbles

Aftercare

Wearing his rings

Giving him hickies

Boobs, boobs pt2

Belly bulge

Thighs

Fingering

Your first time with Eddie

Praise kink

Sub Eddie with begging

Naked Polaroids

Eddie x plus sized reader

Eddie with a mommy kink

Eddie x y2k aesthetic reader

Role play

Possessive Eddie

Giving Eddie head scratches

Flirting with Eddie

Jewlery and tits

Eddie is needy and wants attention

Eddie doesn't want to share his cookies with Hellfire

Getting Eddie's name tattooed

(Plz lmk if any of the links don’t work)

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

[shieldofiron]

We have totally totally never talked about this before but I’m gonna bring it to your asks

Big (dilf? Kind of? Maybe) dom Billy who’s just like the most experienced kinkster ever but refuses to wear clothes that aren’t knitted and has the strongest prescription glasses and refuses to get a phone more modern than the brick

Then Steve who’s like hyper modern party animal and is immediately like “I want him” the moment they meet but keeps trying to drop thirst traps on tiktok and obviously Billy doesn’t even know what tiktok is

It’s a comedy of errors which I love

Oh I do like it. But I think I'm gonna add... Doctor Hargrove and Nurse Harrington into the equation.

Heather was always trying to show him her phone. He didn't necessarily see the appeal, but it was easy enough to just sit through whatever inane video she wanted him to watch. He was tired from a twelve hour shift might as well just let it happen.

Today he was really annoyed because his new t-shirt had a tag and he'd cut it out but he could still feel the scratching even though he'd taken it off hours ago.

"Can it wait until later?" Billy sighed, closing his eyes and resting against the back of her couch.

"No, it cannot wait until later," She tossed her hair to the side, "It's you, Billy."

"Me?" Billy shook his head without even consciously thinking of it, "Like when I texted you to pick up that lube I like?"

"No, and I'm not doing that by the way," Heather's perfectly painted lips quirked up into a smile, "No, it's a video of you."

"Someone took a video of me? What? Is that legal?" Billy leapt for her phone, grunting when she pulled back quickly and he flopped to the couch.

"It was at that grocery store you go to by the hospital that has terrible produce, not like, in your bathroom," She shook her head.

He sighed, "Okay fine."

He fully expects to see some video of him doing something clumsy, but instead it's just him, at a far distance. He's wearing the scrubs he wore on Monday, with the Scotty dogs, and he's still got his stethoscope on, yawning in the bread aisle. The video doesn't show his face, but it's unmistakably Billy, down to his old school digital watch.

A cheery robot voice says, "When you see your work crush outside of work." The video then cuts to a darkened car dashboard.

"I don't even know if I got groceries. I blacked out," A man's voice says with a laugh.

Billy frowns, "What is this?"

"It's tiktok, Billy," She swipes up and it cuts to one of Heather's favorite astrology videos, that she's showed him before.

"Wait, go back to the guy," He asks, grabbing for her phone.

She rolls her eyes, "Okay fine. Like you don't get enough ego boosts at the club with everyone begging you to be their dom."

"This is different. This is, actually me," Billy reaches out but she navigates back to the first video, tapping until another video fills her screen.

"What people think you do as a male nurse," the same cheery robot lady's voice says. A beautiful man fills the screen, wearing scrub bottoms and a silly costume nurse's hat.

"I'm here to take your temperature," The man bends close to the camera, brown eyes sparkling as he shamelessly angles his hairy chest towards Billy.

"Oh no," The man puts his hands to his cheek, "It seems you have sexy sex disease. I guess I'd better..."

He turns, arching his back just a little and Billy's mouth goes dry. beauty marks are scattered across his toned back, and he looks back coyly over his shoulder. The video cuts off.

"What I actually do as a male nurse," The robot voice says. It cuts to the same guy, his pretty fluffy hair a mess under a thick headband. He's got glasses on, and ugly, the Grinch themed scrubs.

"And you say it got stuck up there by accident?" He purses his pretty pink lips and writes something on a clipboard, "Okay, sure."

Billy laughs, "Heather, how do I get to this on my phone."

"Oh my god," She rolls her eyes, "Spare me from the Nokia."

"Well, then, what... how do I see the other videos?"

Heather complains, but as she sets him up on his ancient laptop. He has a tiktok account now, that only follows one thing, NurseStevie.

Heather watches a few more with him and then laughs, "I gotta go meet Barb for dinner. But I'll give you a hint. He works in pediatrics."

#harringrove ficlet #harringrove #asks #max i hope you like it #steve x billy #billy x steve #billy hargrove #doctor au

[axailslink]

Happy Birthday~

Scotty x FEM!reader

Synopsis: Scotty likes you and has liked you for a very long time in fact she can't hide her feelings any longer. So, what better day to tell you then on your birthday while you've had a few drinks and are feeling fearless?

Birthday girl here! Birthday girl there! Your small group of friends had whisked you to many places first your dinner which consisted of every piece of food you could inhale along with everyone's card which you tucked in your gift bags to read later. Then you were dragged to the bar not for long you're sure it was a distraction from them filling your house with pink balloons and more alcohol and crowding your floor in gifts which lay at your feet at the moment. "I'm convinced y'all tryna fuck me." Of course, you can never just say "thank you" it's not in your vocabulary not with your friends not with the group of idiots you've known more than the years of life you dedicated to school and classes. It's about time for everyone to retire sadly so you say your goodbyes and give your last hugs for the night. Expecting to be left alone you have a knock on your door breaking you away from opening your gifts you trip past the bags and to the door opening it to see Scotty holding a teddy bear as big as herself but from the awkwardness you're sure it's her. "A little birdie told me it was your birthday" you can't help but smile at Scotty's overwhelmingly childish behavior "it would seem you are late to the party" she sighs as you pull the life sized bear away from her face to see her sad facial expression "work cornered me but I wouldn't miss it just over anything..." You hug Scotty and pull her into the house tripping over a few things but never letting her go. "I can't stay for long I actually have to go in a minute but I wanted to give you this she pulls away and hands you a hefty birthday card surprised by the weight of it you want to open it immediately but she stops you. "Could you wait until I'm gone?" "What? No it must be important it's heavy" you rip open the letter as if it's the first one you've received when you know you have plenty tucked in the gifts circling both of your feet. Scotty seems stuck in her place as you take out the letter with little hearts plastered over the papers maybe about fifteen photos fall from your hands when you unfold the paper and you're smiling ear to ear as you pick them up and look at them. In each one Scotty's smiling ear to ear and looking at you like you're the best thing created by the gods in one photo though it's just you smiling. "Awe Scotty" you hug her as you start to read the letter but as you read you slowly widen your eyes. "Scotty" Scotty looks past you unsure if it's safe to even look in your direction she doesn't. She braces herself to be hit or yelled at but after thirty seconds neither thing happens so finally she looks at you "I don't understand." You very well do but maybe it's a mistake there's no way your friend you've cared for for years has had some crush on you not Scotty not sweet Scotty. "I don't know how I can make it clearer" her words make you nod "I'm tired of acting like I don't like you" you slowly pull away from her but it's her turn to hug you and hold you close.

"Y/n as ridiculous as this is going to sound I don't want to be your friend I'm tired of being your friend" she nestles her face into the crook of your neck as she breathes you in "please don't hate me for this." You shake your head in disbelief as she slowly pulls away "I value our friendship I do" you mumble "I love you" Scotty said these words to you often but hearing them now and knowing the way she means them in this very moment you're blinded and deaf even you can't look anywhere you can't hear anything but you can feel her. Her hands gently pressed into your back and her tears steaming down her face and onto your bare shoulders. She finally lets you go giving you a view of her face which is a mess the tears have destroyed her and it weakens your heart to see her in so much pain it makes you wonder. Has she always felt like this? Did she feel like this every time you got a new lover? What about those times you discussed your sex life with her? Everything must have hurt... To think she thought her life was unrequited.

Scotty breaks free from the grip that is you but as she turns on her heels you grab her and pull her back to you keeping her close you grab her face with both hands on her cheeks firmly pressing soft kisses to her tear stained face. You place a kiss everywhere starting on her forehead, both cheeks, her nose then her lips... But you don't stop there you turn her head and kiss her ear and the side of her neck... You don't know what possesses you but Scotty does as she turns her head and gives you a proper kiss now one that's full of so many emotions she doesn't let you pull away to breathe. Your tongues run against each other neither fighting for dominance but instead both enjoying the comfort of the other. When she finally pulls away she's confused but you grab her by the collar of her shirt crumpling the letter in hand "happy birthday" she mumbles you nod "where did you say you needed to go?" Scotty shakes her head "I don't remember." You smile "good."

A/n: What do you do when boredom hits? Remember you write fanfiction ✍🏾

#vivienne scotty #letitia wright scotty #scotty banana #scotty my love #scotty x reader #vivienne scott x reader #vivienne scott #letitia wright black panther #letitia smut #letitia wright x reader #letitia wright shuri #letitia wright #letitia x reader #letitia wright x black!reader #black panther x reader #shuri x f!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader

[affixjoy]

Today I continued my Star Trek journey by rewatching Star Trek (2009) and boy howdy do I have some thoughts.

So first off, I saw this for the first time when I came out in 2009. It wasn’t my first experience with Star Trek, but it was probably my first with Kirk and Spock and that gang. I remember liking it a lot.

Now that I’ve watched all of TOS and a few of the movies with the original cast my feelings are a little more complicated.

Overall, fun movie! I imagine they had to have felt the weight of recasting and redoing such iconic characters, and in a lot of ways they succeeded. It certainly got younger people like me interested in the franchise!

💫 Spock: I do love this version of him. His “live long and prosper” to the VSA is perfectly bitchy and I’m obsessed with it.

💫BONES!! if you’ve read any of my other posts you’ll know that somehow Bones snuck up on me as my favorite character. I love his intro here, and I think Karl Urban gets the tone just right. This really is a buffet for the McKirkers out there, I can see how this led to 1000 academy era fics of them.

💫Kirk: oh Jim. Jimmy Jim Jim. Baby boy. What are you doing. How did being played by Chris Pine (who is incredibly hot) make you LESS attractive??

Obviously this Kirk suffers from some Kirk drift and the added trauma of losing his dad. He’s so much angrier, so much less sweet and nerdy. Rewatching this now I can see why I was so hesitant to like him in TOS because he’s a lot less lovable here.

💫 I get it’s an emergency and they had to for plot reasons, but almost all of Pike’s staffing choices make no sense. Sure, Spock as acting captain, I get that. But everyone else?? Imagine being one of the other people there who has been with starfleet for years and seeing him hand Kirk the role of first officer. The ship can’t be entirely cadets can it?? Imagine the group texts going around after like “thank god he didn’t die because I really need to bitch about this.”

💫 I love all three Uhuras (tos, aos, and snw) and I get why they made her Spock’s love interest here because they’ve got fun chemistry! They have a lot in common, they’re both hot and smart, I get it. But cmon guys, that man is a 6 on the Kinsey scale. You keep pairing him with women and it doesn’t work.

💫 I feel like they worked in lots of little references to classic trek, from plot stuff to smaller details like when Spock enters from the turbolift at the end in a very TMP way. I love that, it makes me feel like the people making the movie really care about the stories and the characters. When Spock Prime says good luck I felt all the weight of his relationship with his Jim and how it changed him. So lovely and touching.

And just how close they made Kirk and Spock stand, especially towards the end of the movie. They were always glued to each other in TOS and JJ must have known us Spirk shippers needed something to latch on to 😅

💫 There’s too much action in this movie for me. We didn’t need to see Scotty beamed into the water tank. The best sf stuff is always story based, I don’t need extravagant fights and cgi shit. I’m sure there are people who watch science fiction for the spectacle but I’m here for the ideas and the feelings.

💫 goddddd everything with Vulcan and losing Amanda. Rip all our hearts out why don’t you. Spock’s mom dying is just heartbreaking. I know they had to lose someone we knew to make the destruction of the planet more real to us as viewers but so crushing to see it.

💫 Old Spock 😭😭😭

He knows right away who Jim is and expects that Jim found him on purpose.

Old Spock just launched right in to the mind meld huh. To me this really says that he and his Jim are on very casual mind meld terms and he’s not fully understanding that this Jim is not his Jim.

Think about how fucking weird all this must be for old Spock. How heartbreakingly strange it would be so see a young version of your husband and send him to a young version of yourself. Meeting all your old friends young selves, years after you’ve lost them all.

And from here out it’s just miscellaneous thoughts I jotted down while watching that don’t fit great anywhere else:

⭐️I love when the redshirt is so excited to get the Romulans and Kirk gets this look like… that’s why you’re here? Dude the battle not the appeal here. A nice glimpse of how this Kirk is similar at heart to TOS Kirk.

⭐️Love you Sulu and your fencing skills

⭐️I love when they stop the lift for emotional reasons.

⭐️“Our destinies have changed” goddddd great speech Spock

⭐️Jim has the look of a man who is frequently escorted places by security

⭐️Spock wants to break Kirk so bad 😂

⭐️When Jim slaps Spock’s back and Spock has a look of “I think that just awakened something in me.”

⭐️Spock you’re calling him Jim already? You slut. (Delighted, affectionate)

Overall I think it’s a fun movie but it misses a lot of what’s at the heart of the classic Trek I love. They try to do everything too fast and it just doesn’t work as well for me. I’m excited to rewatch the next two and see how these versions of the characters change!

#spirk #star trek #james t kirk #spock #leonard mccoy #star trek 2009 #nyota uhura #not a bad movie! #but missing a lot of the vibes I love #I get why people love it and I get why people hate it. #mckirk

[spicy-picklez]

how about a Miranda one shot where her and reader have to go undercover as a couple but Miranda is a bit awkward/nervous because she has a crush on reader but also has never kissed a girl? And to make it more believable, they have to all touchy so reader guides Miranda on what to do? I feel like smut should happen but totally up to you and what you would be willing to do.

Hey Anon!

Of course you can, it was super fun to write. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

- Picklez

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Belle of the Ball

Includes:

18+! Cunnilingus, scissoring, fingering, praise kink, marking kink.

Characters:

Softdom!detective!reader x sub!constable!miranda

Summary:

After completing a successful sting operation undercover at a charity ball with Miranda, Y/N gives her enticing blonde coworker a ride home. Many things are admitted and the night quickly escalates.

Word Count:

3k

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A/N: I am so sorry to everyone for taking so long to post nowadays. Life really isn't liking me at the moment so I'm struggling to find the time to write.

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"Put your right hand on my shoulder." Miranda's gorgeous sapphire eyes widen at your words. "I'm sorry-?" She chokes, standing in front of you as a fresh wave of nervousness crashes over her. A soft chuckle escapes you before you grab her hand, guiding it over your arm to gently rest on your shoulder. Resting your arm under hers, you reach under her arm to splay your hand over her shoulder blade as your free hands intertwine. The touch of your skin against hers sends electricity down your spine, a hot desire burning in your core as it does.

When your boss, Adrian, had assigned the two of you to a case together, never did you think that you'd end up here. Your main suspect, Stella Cortez runs a charity ball every year and both you and Miranda were attending in hopes of asking her a few questions. 16 year old, Scotty Denzel, was found washed up on the beach two days ago and the two of you had been quick to find a lead. Stella owns a dance studio in which Scotty used to attend but turns out he'd been drastically lagging behind in his payments and the two of them would often be seen fighting behind the theatre.

Truth be told however, you have been horribly distracted all night. Ever since you lay eyes on Miranda tonight, her body draped in an elegant light blue ballgown, your thoughts have been nothing but pure. You'd always had an attraction to the blonde Constable but the sight of her in a ballgown, so innocent and pure, unleashed many desires inside you.

"The waltz is a simple repetitive dance, right foot back, left foot back, bring your right foot to your left, forward with your left, forward with your right and then finally bring your left foot to your right and repeat." You say, gently leading Miranda through each step as you explain her movements. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she concentrates on not standing on you. A grin pulls at your lips as she gets into the flow of it, letting you lead her around the room. Winding between the other dancing pairs, you spot Stella and her partner Kayn performing an elaborate sequence of waltz manoeuvres.

Miranda's eyes finally lift from her feet as the two of you waltz closer and closer to your suspect. Smiles pull at both of your faces as the two of you get lost in each other's eyes. "Where on earth did you learn to dance?" She grins, joy lighting up her features. "I grew up rather wealthy, my parents have always been big on charity events and enrolled me in ballroom dancing lessons for 14 years. I started when I was 4 and the moment I turned 18, I left and never went back. But clearly some things just stay with you." You reply, using your left hand to spin her away from you before pulling her back to repeat the box step as she squeals at the unexpected move.

While many coworkers found Miranda's bubbly personality obnoxious and overbearing, you had been nothing but intrigued by it. On this case alone, the two of you had shared many interesting conversations. The amount of energy the beautiful woman exerts, has only energised you, willing you to work more diligently. Despite not being at the precinct long, it's been obvious that no one respected her. Whether it's because of her personality or her appearance, she has always been used as a scapegoat for other detectives' anger. But you had never once had anything bad to say about her, she always made work that much more enjoyable and the way your heart skips a beat when you're around her is an intoxicating feeling.

An excited laugh escapes her as you begin to lead her through more and more advanced manoeuvres until the two of you end up dancing next to Stella. "Stella Cortez?" You ask, holding up your police badge as the middle-aged woman turns to look at the two of you. Her face drops at the sight of the badge and she instantly picks up the hem of her dress, turning on her heels to sprint away. Hitching your dress up, you are quick to pursue her as Miranda follows not far behind. "Stupid heels!" Can be heard from your blonde coworker followed by two heavy bangs, no doubtedly from her kicking her shoes off.

Tensing your shoulder, you barge through the crowd of people, knocking most of them over as you do. "Sorry! Sydney police!" You call over your shoulder, eyes still locked on the brunette dashing around the corner in front of you. Quickly catching up to her, you leap, throwing your arms around her waist as you tackle her to the ground. Your legs are on either side of her hips, holding her in place as Miranda comes around the corner, gasping for breath. Ripping off a part of your dress, you hurriedly bind her wrists with the fabric.

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You can't help the smile pulling at your lips as you walk back to your desk. Stella had confessed to everything, she hadn't meant for Scotty to die. One of their arguments about his missed payments got out of hand and she broke a chair over his head. Little did she know, he had suffered a traumatic head injury a few years ago and had lasting brain damage so the impact of the chair killed him. She hurriedly drove him to a cliff overlooking the ocean and dumped him off. She thought she had gotten away with it until the newspapers were flooded with news of a dead body on the beach.

Grabbing your raincoat from the back of your chair, you pull it over your shoulders as you exit the precinct. The cool night air hits your face as you walk across the darkened carpark. As you reach into your pocket for your keys, you see a tall blonde woman in police uniform walking hunched over in the rain along the dimly lit sidewalk. "Miranda!" You call out and she instantly turns around. A relieved grin pulls at her lips as she sees you calling her over to you. "Get in, I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you." She breathes, quickly shutting the door to your car as she gets in. Turning your keys in the ignition, you grin. "Thought you'd rather not walk in the rain." Miranda hurriedly nods as you reverse your car out of the park. "So, ballroom dancing? Does the gorgeous Detective Y/N have any other hidden talents?" She grins, fondly digging her arm into your side as you chuckle.

"Well what were you thinking?" You respond as she laughs, shaking her head. "I don't know, but you know how to ballroom dance and you seem to have perfected the art of running away from the balls in heels, so undercover spy?" The two of you can barely contain your laughter, tears forming in Miranda's eyes as she doubles over in her seat, holding her stomach. Gasping for air, you finally manage to regain your composure, shaking your head no to her question as you grin.

"Nothing like that, as I previously mentioned my parents were big on charity events. As a child they forced me to be someone I'm not. I wanted to be outside, having fun, playing games on the backfield with the boys at school. We had very different ideas on how I should act. They wanted a perfect princess, always putting me in glamorous dresses and makeup, making me learn ballroom dancing and to be the perfect lady. After a few years, I started rebelling. Every event we went to, I ran away from. I'd meet up with the boys from school and we'd go cause havoc, and I'd look absolutely ridiculous. A young female in a fancy ballgown and makeup with matching gloves running through town with some scruffy young boys chucking mud at the houses, breaking windows and trashing mailboxes. It was definitely a sight."

Both of you had fallen back into laughter by the time you finished talking. Joy lighting up Miranda's face as she grins, her eyes are focused on you. A warm feeling fills her body as she watches you driving, a smile pulling across your face. Flicking your eyes over to her, you catch her eye, giving her a cheeky smile before returning your eyes to the road. Her eyes, however, don't leave you as they trail down your body with a foreign warm emotion coursing through her veins.

The two of you emerge into many more bouts of laughter during the car ride, talking about many fond childhood memories. It isn't long before you pull into her apartment complex parking lot and the car is filled with a gentle silence. Reaching for the handbrake, your skin tingles with desire as your hand brushes over hers. The two of you intake a breath, catching each other's eyes. Darting your gaze down to her lips, you look back at her gorgeous blue eyes. Your thumb brushes over the back of her hand as you lean in. She pauses, embarrassment flooding over her cheeks at her next words. "I- I actually haven't kissed a girl before."

Reading her facial expression, your hand gently squeezes hers. "It's okay, if you're not comfortable, I can stop. I don't want to do anything that you're not sure about." She quickly shakes her head, squeezing your hand back. "I want to… I just don't want to be reading the wrong messages." You give her a comforting smile upon hearing this. "I like you Miranda. I would be honoured to be your first female kiss. You're not reading anything wrong." This was all it took for her to close the gap between the two of you.

The feeling when your lips touch is unlike anything you've ever felt before. A hot desire fills your body as chills fall over your skin, a deep hunger awakening inside you. Her free hand runs over your side as the kiss deepens. "I like you too." She murmurs and you grin against her lips as she pulls you closer. Brushing your teeth gently over her lower lip, you bring it into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her. Your core burns at the sound, the single noise fueling the desire for more as her hands desperately grasp at your waist. "Did you want to take this inside?" You ask, gasping for air as the kiss finally parts. A frantic nod escapes her as the two hurriedly grab your things and exit the car. Her hand grasps yours as the two of your hearts race, desperately needing to feel each other's skin against your own.

The minute the elevator doors closed, your back hits the wall, her hands cupping your face as you two continue your passionate kiss. Your hands desperately grasping for hips, you pull her body closer to you as a lustful moan escapes both of your lips. A sharp ding fills the elevator and your hands intertwine again as the two of you race to her apartment. Grabbing her keys, she quickly unlocks her door with shaking hands. Shutting the door behind you, the two of you grab for each other as your lips reconnect. She hurriedly guides you back, the two of you blindly stumbling into her bedroom as she pushes you back onto her bed, standing in between your legs. Both of you are heavily breathing as your hands quickly unbutton her light blue uniform shirt. She quickly shakes it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra perfectly cupping her breasts.

Pausing, you flick your eyes up to hers. "Are you sure?" You ask, gasping for air. She nods. "Couldn't be more sure." Her hands desperately tug at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head as you sit up, grinning. You make quick work of unbuckling her belt and her pants are discarded on the floor as your lips trail over her lower stomach. Her breath hitches as your hands gently trail over her inner thighs, still peppering her abdomen with kisses. Lying down on the bed, you pull her down with you, quickly rolling on top of her. Your hands grab her wrists, gently holding them down as you straddle her lap. "You're so gorgeous, baby." You murmur, attaching your lips to her collarbone. A soft whimper escapes her as you gently bite down on her sensitive skin, running your tongue over the small teeth indents. A deep maroon spreads over her pale skin as you suck the skin into your mouth, eliciting a moan from her.

The sight of her, a desperate mess beneath you, makes your arousal drip down your thigh, a deep desire burning in your core. Trailing your lips down her collarbone, you swiftly unclip her bra before running your tongue over her nipples. Her back arches at the sensation, a pleasured whimper escaping her. "God, you sound so heavenly moaning for me. Tell me darling, what do you want?" You murmur, gently grazing your teeth over her now hardened mounds. A gasp escapes her as she responds. "I-I want you to touch me please." She mumbles shyly. Pressing your lips to hers you smile before lightly dragging your mouth down her skin. "Good girl."

Positioning yourself in between her legs, you gently graze her skin as you grab the waistline of her underwear between your teeth. They join the ever growing pile of clothes on her floor as you pepper kisses up her inner thigh. Her hands entangle themselves in your hair as you work closer and closer to her heat. The sight of her wet cunt makes your own arousal continue to drip down your thigh. A moan escapes the both of you as you dart your tongue out to taste her. "You taste amazing darling." You say as you suck her clit into your mouth, making her back arch off the bed as you do.

The sounds leaving Miranda's lips are divine, you take great pride in knowing you have this effect on her. Flicking your eyes up her body, your core burns as you see her face displaying nothing but pleasure, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Her bare chest rises and falls with each breath, her stomach pulled tight as her legs stretch out over your shoulders.

Your name falls off her lips as you run your fingers over her soaked entrance, letting her arousal run down your digits. "Fuck, Y/N please." She gasps as your tongue lazily trails circles around her clit, teasing her as you insert your fingers inside her before withdrawing them. A smile grows on your face as you watch her back arch, slipping two fingers deep inside her. Curling them up, you apply pressure to her sweet spot as your tongue picks up pace, flicking over her sensitive mound. A string of moans escapes her as you begin to slowly pump your fingers into her sweet spot. "More, please, I need you to fuck me harder." Her hips grind over your hand as she says this.

"Such a good girl for me aren't you?" You grin as she desperately nods. How could you deny her request? Your fingers increase their speed, her legs beginning to shake on your shoulders. "You're doing so well for me, darling." You murmur, the vibrations of your voice over her sensitive mound are enough to send her over the edge. "Fuck, I-." She didn't have enough time to finish her sentence before her body contorted with pleasure. A wave of euphoria crashing over her as your name escapes her in a string of moans. You slow down your pace, helping her ride out her high as her breathing becomes heavier. Crawling back up her body, her fingers shakily unhook your bra before she discards your pants and underwear. Your lips crash together, both of you moaning out in pleasure as you grind your hips over hers.

Helping her sit up, you lift your leg over hers as you pull her closer. Aligning your soaking cunts, she brings her lips to yours as you begin to grind your clit on hers. One hand on your lower back, her other one pushes the back of your head closer as your arms tightly wrap around her waist. The sound of your arousal mixing with hers is sinful, filling the room along with your moans. "Fuck, you feel so good." You groan, grinding harder against her as you gently nip her neck with your teeth. A coil tightens in your core and you know it won't take you long to finish. By the sounds elicited from her, you can tell she's close again.

Feeling her legs shake around you and more arousal leak from her is all you need before euphoria rushes through your veins. Your head rushes with dizziness as your bodies twitch uncontrollably, pulling each other close. The two of you gasp for air as you come down from your highs. Gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair from her face, you tenderly run your lips over hers, a smile on both of your lips. "Are you ok darling? It wasn't too much?" You murmur as she shakes her head.

"It was perfect." She mumbles as she pulls you down onto the bed with her, wrapping her arms around you. You bring your lips to hers, giving her a gentle kiss as the moonlight falls over your faces. The two of you quickly let your exhaustion overtake you. Feeling her breathing even out, you smile at the sight of her gorgeous blonde hair falling gently over her cheek. Placing your lips on her forehead, you relax into her embrace, quickly falling asleep not long after.

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#woman x woman #gwendoline christie #miranda hilmarson #top of the lake

[lmh8903]

Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips.  I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing  I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's. 

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.

Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.

"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.

This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.

I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.

He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.

"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?

We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.

In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.

I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.

After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.

Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.

After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again. 

After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I  walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts. 

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

#fanfic #vintage #writing #the sandlot #benny rodriguez #benny rodriguez x reader #80s #90s #90s nostalgia #baseball #mike vitar #fluff

[vintagepresley]

Reader is elvis’ best friend but he has a crush on her (she does too obviously) but he walks in on her having sex with his new band member. Elvis fires him right then and there basically kicking him out of the room and slams the door gathers the ex band members clothes and throws them out the door. All this occurs while reader is naked covering with a blanket. Elvis walks back over to her and tells her he loves her she says it back so elvis rips the blanket off and fucks her with the built up desire, love passion and slight anger from previous events he just witnessed.

Thank you for the request!! ❤️ This will be fun to write!

THERE'S ALWAYS ME

Elvis was your best friend, the two of you grew up together and were constant in each other's lives, always being there for one another no matter what. You had seen the good, the bad, and the ugly when it came to Elvis and vice versa. You also saw his rise to fame and you couldn't of been prouder of him. But a small part of you was a bit sad because you had feelings you couldn't understand for him, was it a crush? Was it love? You weren't sure, but you also never had the guts to tell him because you didn't feel that he felt the same way, he always treated you like his little sister and he had dated other girls, which you were always jealous of and you had wished he had seen you in that way. But you just felt like he never would. You were his best friend and the was it. You felt that's all you'd ever be to him.

So, when he invited you over to his house to meet his new bandmates, Billy and Scotty, it was no surprise that you instantly had eyes for Scotty, the moment he introduced the two of you, he was sweet and so cute and the entire time Elvis had all of you gathered and introducing them to his parents, Scotty couldn't keep his eyes off you the entire tonight and he thought you didn't notice, but you did because you kept making eyes at him as well. Twiddling innocently with your hands as you swayed back and forth, hiding your flustered face. He was nice distraction for you because that meant you weren't thinking about Elvis, who seemed to have no interest in you. So, thought anyway, he wasn't blind he noticed Scotty and you making eyes at one another all night, but he tried not to let it bother him, he didn't want to seem overprotective or have you know his true intent. So, he ignored it.

As the night went on Scotty somehow had you cornered away from everyone, being super flirty and giving you sweet compliments, that only made you giggle and blush, Elvis was too busy entertaining everyone with stories from on the road to even notice when you and Scotty eventually sneaked off to one of the bedrooms together, the moment the door closed the two of you were all over each other, and he eventually got you into bed with him, you were a bit hesitate about that at first because it was still Elvis' house, but you were so swept away in the moment that the thought only lasted for that second and the two of you trying to be as quiet as possible as you had sex.

After some time Elvis had looked around and noticed that you and Scotty were gone, he furrowed his brow a bit wondering where the two of you went while he wasn't looking and now he was getting a bit angry, because he didn't like the possibility of you alone with him. So, he went searching the house asking everyone if they had seen the two of you and no one having a clue and then he approached Billy hoping he'd know. "Have you seen Y/N or Scotty?" he asked. A smirked formed on Billy's face because he knew exactly where you were, gesturing down the hall. "I saw the two of them sneak off to one of the bedrooms." he said, taking a sip of his drink. Now Elvis was furious when he heard those words. "Thank you." he said, patting Billy's shoulder before he walked down the hall. He could hear the faint sounds of someone moaning, it sounded like you and now he was seeing red. He followed the sounds of your soft moans as he approached the door he listened for a moment, hearing Scotty groan and all his rage and jealous just built up inside of him.

He comes to my house... Fucks my girl.. Asshole..

Elvis nearly knocks the door down with how hard he threw it open, catching you on top of him. "What the fuck, Scotty?!" he growls. You let out a soft squeal at the sight of him. "Elvis, what are you doing?!" you shouted, quickly climbing off of Scotty and covering yourself with the blankets. "Now listen, Elvis, I-" but Scotty didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence because Elvis snatched him out of the bed and was throwing him out of the room, knocking him onto the floor, and gathering his clothes that were on the floor and tossing out of the room. "You're fucking fired!" Elvis yells, slamming the door shut and then turning his attention back on you, and you were holding the blanket against your naked body, silent and a bit scared of what he was going to do.

"How could you do that?" he says as his demeanor softened when he spoke to you. "W-What do you mean?" you asked a bit confused. He let out a soft sigh, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it next to you. "I-I like you, Y/N... No, I'm in love with you. I've always have been in love you." he confesses. You were speechless hearing his words, you always thought he didn't even see you in that way. "I.. Elvis.. I didn't know.. Why didn't you tell me?" you say softly. "I didn't think you'd feel the same way. Do you?" he asked curiously, part of him ready for the rejection. "Elvis, I.. Yes, you don't even know how much I wanted to tell you I love you. I've been so scared to, I love you so much. I've always have." you confessed. His eyes light up at your words and he wanted you more than anything.

You weren't expecting for what he was about to do next, grabbed the blanket yanked it off of you, revealing your naked body to him, you let out a soft gasp and you watched as he stood up now, slipping off his shoes and stripping off his clothes, he leaned down toward you, crashing his lips against yours as he climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply and wrapping one of his hands around your waist, pushing your hips against his, you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him passionately, wrapping your legs around his waist, letting out a soft moan against his mouth when you felt his hard cock pressed firmly against you, all his built of desire and passion for you completely taking control over him. "I'm gonna fuck you better than any man ever could." he mumbled against your lips, a small hint of jealousy still within because of Scotty, that he felt like he needed to insert his dominance.

"Mm.. Fuck me, Elvis, I'm yours." you whispered against his lips, he made you forget all about Scotty. The heat between your legs only having a desire for him, yearning for him, wanting him. He wrapped his hand around his cock, running it up and down your slit, teasing you with his hard member and teasing your entrance before he plunged himself deep inside of you, he was determined to fuck you rough and passionately, as he bottomed out inside of you, holding your waist with one hand and grabbing one of your hands with the other, intertwining your fingers together as he held your hand against the pillows, thrusting himself inside of you rough and steady but with so much passion so you could feel each stroke of his cock that was buried deep inside of you, your face buried against his neck as you moaned out loudly, the sounds of his groans coming out muffled as his face was pressed up against yours, pressing light kisses to it as the two of you moved your bodies together in unison with one another.

"Elvis... Oh my..." but you couldn't even finish your sentence because he was plunging himself further into you, your hands that were intertwined with one another were squeezing tighter together and your reached your other hand up, clawing at his back and holding onto him so tight, your legs squeezing around his waist, he lifted his head up, his groans escaping him softly as he pressed his lips to yours. "I-I love you..." he moaned. You grazed your teeth over his bottom lip, moaning out against his mouth. "I-I love y-you too.." you managed to moan out. His movements were becoming more loving, more tender, more passionately, his thrusts slow and steady, feeling every inch of slowly fucking you, it only caused your eyes to roll back and your back to arch, his lips finding yours again, kissing you deeply, the two of you moaning against each others lips, his tongue slipping pass your lips and tangling with yours as he kissed you sloppily.

He pulled his hand away from yours and now was holding onto your waist with both hands and he lifted you up with him so that you were sitting in his lap, your legs still wrapped around him as he thrusted his hips upwards into you, the two of you making such passionate love, you slipped yours arm his shoulders, your hands tangling in his dark hair, his hands grasping your back as you moved your hips against his, the two of you thrusting against each other in rhythm and your face was buried into his neck, moaning his name uncontrollably over and over as you got pushed further into your orgasm that had built up and was sitting on the precipice and ready to be released, you thrusted your hips quicker against, needing him to scratch that itch within you and you tugged at his hair when you felt yourself reaching it and you could hear his groans growing louder the faster you moved, his lips leaving sloppy kisses against your right shoulder.

The silence of the room now filled with the sounds of your sweaty bodies slamming against one another and your collective moans filling the air and no words were spoke in this moment when the two of you reached your orgasms together and you both held onto each, clawing and scratching at your bodies, breathing heavily as you came together and falling back against the bed together, Elvis still inside of you and on top of you as you rode out your orgasms together, his cum had completely fill you up, you laid there speechless unable to believe what just happened and you felt when he pulled out of you, a small whimper leaving your lips feeling so empty without him. He moved to lay beside you, bringing the blankets up to cover the both of you up.

He slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and he nuzzled his face against yours, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips. You smiled at his tenderness. "T-That was amazing, Elvis..." you beamed. "I told you, baby. I'd fuck you better than any man.. You won't want anyone else." he grinned. You giggled softly at his words, resting your head against his chest as you slipped your arms around him, kissing his chest softly. "You're all I want, Elvis." you mumbled.

**

This had it all angst, fluff, SMUT. So cute. ENJOY.

@ilovehobi101 @pennyroyalcreep @infatuatedharleys

#elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis x you #elvis smut #elvis fluff #requested

[f1loveisland]

Friend of a friend // Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: swearing?? Alcohol, childs, mentions of starting a family, angst, fluff, alot of time skips sorry 😔

A/N: I was listening to artic monkeys while writing this so credits to them :) also the end is kinda choppy I got lazy, might make a part two?? Also kinda short cuz I honestly hate long fanfics

I had to add this gif of danny slapping scottys ass 😂

Ever since Scotty James had gone to the Olympics you had been there for him. When Scotty went to Vancouver when he was 15 you helped him. You where a female halfpipe snowboarder from Australia and had became great friends with Scotty as you where there for him when he had the struggles of going to the Olympics at such a young age. You are so proud of how far he has come. You where only a bit older then Scotty, five years to be precise, you went to your first Olympics at 16 you knew the struggle.

In the off season Scotty would usually hold a big party and for the first time ever you managed to clear your schedule and go. Once you RSVP'd Scotty couldn't wait for you to meet some of his friends, expecially Daniel. You had heard about Daniel and had assumed he was gonna be a nice guy. The night before the party you got curious about this Daniel guy and decided to stalk his Instagram (just girly things) while you where scrolling you may or may not have developed a tiny crush on him, he was a good looking guy. His smile was contagious.

The night of the party you got all prettied up. Slightly curled hair and a beautiful dress that hugged your curves (almost better than Danny would ) perfectly. You where dressed to impress.

The taxi rolled up to your door and you left swiftly over to scottys pent house he shared with another good friend of yours, Chloe. Once Scotty had gotten with Chloe you where super happy he had finally found someone who wasn't a narcissist. You and Chloe got along so well, you where low-key proud of Scotty on such a great pull.

You knocked on Scottys door and heard a deep Australian accent yell 'ill get it' it was not scottys voice. You see Daniel open the door. You froze he looked ever more handsome in real life,

"oh hello you must be y/n I've heard some amazing things about you! I'm Daniel you can call me Danny, Dan, DR and what not," he said with his signature smile,

You smiled back, "thank you Dan,"

"let's get you inside shall we?" Dan laughed letting you past.

Scotty had let his closer friends come over a bit earlier so it was just you, Scotty, Chloe, Daniel, And another one of his friends Corey Wilson.

"wow Y/n you went all out, mate," Scotty said walking over to you,

you smiled at his compliment, "thanks, I didn't know how fancy this party was gonna be," you said looking at the others outfits,

"I'm just gonna get ready ill be back, you can chill out with Daniel and Corey," he smiled walking over the his bedroom to get changed.

You sat on the sofa next to Daniel as Corey looked busy typing on his phone,

"hey y/n, how are you going?" Daniel chirped,

"yea I'm good thanks," you smiled

"I've heard so many great things about you!" Daniel said in a comforting tone,

"same," you giggled back,

The conversation continued untill some other guests started rolling in.

The night went smoothly and it was to the point where everyone was at a degree of drunk. Scotty walked up to you,

"could you please take Daniel back to his place before he sleeps with anyone in my house,"

"of course I was about to go home anyway," you smiled at Scotty before getting Daniel.

The problem was that Scotty was drunk enough to have responsibility but past the point where he could remember that you had only just ment Daniel and didn't know where he lived. You didn't want to seem nosey so you drunkenly took Daniel to your place instead.

Once you had gotten to yours Daniel spoke up,

"is this your house?"

"yes,"

"why am I here?"

"because I don't know where you live, you can stay the night if you like,"

"ok,"

You two ended snuggled up on the couch watching a movie,

"I probably shouldn't say this now but I would love to take you on a date," Daniel spoke,

"same," you replied, "home date?"

Daniel chuckled.

You got a doona and layed it across the sofa for you and Daniel as you started watching some movies. Daniel soon patted the spot right next to him, you scooted over.

"I hope you don't mind if I just," Daniel said wrapping his arms around you.

You laid back in his embrace, you felt safe.

Day by day you and Daniel grew closer untill Daniel finally did it. You where in Japan one of many treasure troves in the world of snowboarding. And you found the Japanese grand prix was on so you made your way to the track. You spotted Daniel and waved. Daniel walked over to you and said,

"wanna come in the paddock?"

"sure," you smiled back

"come with me," he said

You got stopped but security because you didn't have a pass,

"who is this?" The man said,

"my girlfriend," Daniel replied,

The guard nods and lets you two in.

Daniel takes you to his driver's room and you sit down and look him in they eyes,

"what was that about?" You ask Daniel,

"I mean you might as well be," he laughed back,

"true," you replied,

"what?" Daniel questioned,

"if you say so," you reply hugging him, he hugs back.

Next thing you know Scotty found his way into Daniels driver room,

"uhh, did I miss something?" Scotty questioned,

"yeah," Daniel laughed,

You giggled into his chest.

You and Daniel had been dating for 6 months now, it had been amazing. You where at XGames and where on the phone to Daniel when he said,

"if you get a medal today you can move in with me,"

"bet," you giggled.

You had gotten silver that day and was over the moon, Daniel obviously first to congratulate you.

'love you baby, I'm so proud of you!' you read his text and smiled seeing his missed call, you rang you boyfriend back,

"Y/N/N GREAT JOB," Daniel said in excitement as he picked up the phone.

"thanks Danny," you smiled, "so about moving in-"

"I've already got all your clothes in a wardrobe at my house, your vitamins in the cupboard, and your framed pictures at mine, baby," Daniel said proudly,

"looks like someone was excited," you laughed.

You flew back to warm Monaco and got to Daniels house. You knocked on the front door,

"C'mere," Daniel mumbles when he opened the door to see you, he wrapped you into his arms, you enjoyed his embrace and looked up at his lips and connected them with yours. You got carried away in the taste of pure mint as his tongue slipped into your mouth. After your make out sesh, Daniel was quick to react,

"let's get inside," he stated,

You just laughed in response.

"you know what I've got for you, darling," Daniel said,

"what?" You wondered,

You stepped in to see your sister and her husband along with your two twin nephews, Arlo and Mack.

You hadn't seen your sister and her family ever since you had gotten with Daniel so it was really sweet of him to invite them over even though he had never met them before.

"aww thanks Daniel," you smiled at him walking over to your sister and her little family hugging them.

"I promised the kids they could wear your medal," Daniel laughed,

"I'm sure you did," you said showing Arlo and Mack the medal.

"this is so cute," your sister said taking a picture of the moment.

Each of the twins had a picture wearing your new medal, you where surprised how curious the two toddlers where.

Once your sister and that had left, you and Daniel had some chill time, you both loved having a chilled afternoon.

"aren't the twins so cute," Daniel said lying in bed while you unpacked you stuff, putting your bag away you then got into some comfy clothes and joined Dan in bed,

"the twins are adorable," you smiled back at him,

"we've only been dating for six months and I want to start a family with you," Daniel mentioned, you giggled at him.

"what is that supposed to mean?" Daniel asked,

"ohh you wanna guess?" You replied in a sassy tone,

"no,"

You laughed once more,

After some consideration you realised it just wasn't the time to start a family, but the child talk would go on for weeks...

#f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #snowboarder!reader x daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo

[thesunshineriptide]

Twst boys at lyrics I think they’d reasonably say from songs on my playlist

Ft: every twst boy and a healthy dose of funny, angsty, and neutral lyrics. You will not escape my music taste sorry y’all

Cw// some swearing

Riddle: “If you could coddle the infection, they could amputate at once, you should’ve been- I could have been a better son.” - Mama - My Chemical Romance

Trey: “Sunday morning rain is falling” - Sunday Morning - Maroon Five

Ace: “This feelin’s goin to my head, I’m thinkin’ things I shouldn’t say” - Hand Crushed By A Mallet - 100 Gecs

Deuce: “And I…I hate to see your heart break.” - Hate to see your heart break - Paramore

Cater: “I’ve been ghosting, I’ve been ghosting along…” - Ghosting - Mother another

Leona: “Where’s your gavel? Your jury? What’s my offense this time?” - Ignorance - Paramore

Ruggie: “Dance, fucker, dance. He never had a chance.” - You’re gonna go far kid - the Offspring

Jack: “When I see your face I hope you’re proud of me, I hope you’re proud.” - Proud - Todrick Hall

Azul: “In terms of conditions, my friend, I’ve only got three…” - So You Wanna Marry Daisy - Spencer Hood

Jade: “And every little tap on my shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.” - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago - Fall Out Boy

Floyd: “You dyed your hair like me, black so everyone could see, our parents couldn’t believe (You’re either with me or doomed)” - Hug Me -Pharrell Williams and Trey Parker

Kalim: “I’m known for giving love away but I want someone to love me.” - That’s What I Want - Lil Nas X

Jamil: “I can hardly stand the sight of it all” - The Stand - Mother Mother

Vil: “My drug’s attention, I am an addict, but I get paid to indulge in my habit. It’s all an illusion, I’m wearing makeup” - Art is Dead - Bo Burnham

Rook: “So I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit, everyday with someone new” - Someone New - Hozier

Epel: “Gotta keep it together even when you fall apart…but this ain’t my mamas broken heart” - Mama’s Broken Heart - Miranda Lambert

Idia: “Internet Trolls always callin’ me weird, I get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers.” - My Life Sucks - Scotty Sire

Ortho: “Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, select, start.” - Game Over - Falling In Reverse

Malleus: “Be as you’ve always been.” - Be - Hozier

Lilia: “I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me, and even now I lie awake, knowing history had its eyes on me…” - History Has It’s Eyes On You - Hamilton

Silver: “if my wall clock tells me that it’s four in the morning I’ll give it hell” - Goodnight Moon - Go Radio

Sebek: “If I’m out of line, just show me the door. I promise you I won’t come here no more…” - Door - I don’t know how but they found me

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge

[powerofelvis]

Birthday Shenanigans with Scotty & Elvis (Ménage A Trois Headcanon)

Warnings: Fluffy birthday fun, football games, birthday shenanigans between Scotty, Elvis, and the reader.

A/N: A little something for my babies who love my ménage a trois storyline in celebration of Elvis’ birthday!

masterlist.

“Happy Birthday, Elvis!”

The day was beautiful as always, Memphis was a little cold but the warmth of Graceland warmed your heart.

Scotty and Elvis were off doing God knows what, while you were in the kitchen with his favorite cook, Mary.

The days prior, you and Scotty had planned a special day for Elvis so Scotty would keep Elvis occupied while you got everything together.

Minnie Mae had told you before that his favorite cake was the pineapple and pecan cake that she would make for him whenever he came to visit.

She sat with you, going through the recipe, making sure that you had time to run to the store to get the ingredients.

Elvis didn’t notice, but he did notice how secretive you were being about his birthday.

“Sugar, you have something to tell me or ya gonna keep secrets?”

You could only laugh, telling him that it would all be worth it once his birthday came around.

You met Mary and Minnie Mae in the kitchen early in the morning, even before Elvis and Scotty rose from their slumber.

With an apron around your waist, you mixed up the cake mix, being careful not to overmix too much.

“Dodger, I’m gonna need your help. I’m not much of a baker, as you can see.”

“Honey, you’re doing mighty fine for your first time making a cake. Just follow your heart, Elvis will love anything that you do.”

You would get icing on your nose as you waited for the cake to cool, mixing the icing with the crushed pineapples.

Once the cake has cooled, you spread the icing that was made.

You weren’t scant with the pecans either, placing them neatly across the top before placing it on the dining room table.

Mary even taught you how to make his favorite dishes, the bond between you and the two ladies becoming stronger that day.

Tons of balloons!

You blew up so many balloons that you didn’t want to see any balloons ever again.

You couldn’t forget the streamers as you stood up on the chair, taping them down on the ceiling along with balloons.

Once his dishes were done, you placed it on the table surrounding his cake.

You would curse yourself as you realized that you weren’t dressed properly, covered in cake flour and icing.

You took the time to slip away from the chaos that was becoming Graceland, cleaning yourself up and putting on a nice dress.

You didn’t go over the top with the makeup, making sure that you looked presentable for both of your boys, mainly Elvis.

You still had plenty of time before Scotty and Elvis returned with the mafia and their wives, so you made sure that the finishing touches were perfect while you waited.

Elvis and Scotty appeared much later, laughing about the day that they had.

Scotty kissed your forehead, spinning you around to get a good look at you.

“You look beautiful, little girl. I hope you’d dress up for me on my birthday this year.”

“Play your cards right, Scotty and I will.”

Cheers erupted as everyone piled into the dining room, Elvis was blown away by the sight of the pile of food and cake.

“Sugar, was this the reason you were so closelipped? You were planning all of this?”

You could only nod, a smile gracing your face as he pulled you into a hug.

The only words that he could say was thank you, so overcome with emotion that you cared so much to plan such a thing for him.

“Alright everybody! Let’s dig in!”

You looked around the room at everyone who loved Elvis and he loved them right back, glad that everyone could make it to celebrate him.

You had settled for two of his favorite meals.

Chicken fried steak and gravy and meatloaf with his favorite “bacon” on the top.

He hummed happily like a king, giving compliments left and right.

Minnie Mae would tell him that it was all your idea, her and Mary were only the helpers.

“I couldn’t do it without you and Mary, it wouldn’t be done if you two hadn’t helped me.”

“Either way, sugar. Thank ya for all of this.”

You patted Elvis’ hand, scraping up the potatoes on your spoon before plopping it in your mouth.

Next was the cake!

You could tell that Elvis was excited, his legs bouncing underneath the table.

Everyone joined in with you to sing the tune of Happy Birthday, you sneaking behind him to put a crown on his head.

He roared with laughter, tilting his head up to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You kissed his nose, patting his shoulder as Mary carried in plates before handing them to you.

You cut the biggest piece for Elvis, placing it in front of him before distributing the other slices to everyone else.

Scotty leaned in, dipping his finger into his piece, putting a bit on Elvis’ nose before laughing.

Elvis dug his finger into his own cake, smearing the cake on Scotty’s face as everyone laughed.

“Sugar, come here! Come here!”

You gasped out in surprise, backing away before bumping into the wall.

Needless to say, you had cake on your face by the end of it.

Once you were cleaned off, you enjoyed the cake, getting compliments from everyone about it.

“My sugar spoils me, she can cook and bake too!”

“Don’t give her a big head, E.P.”

You glared playfully at Scotty before kissing Elvis on the top of his head.

Elvis enjoyed the cake so much that he nearly destroyed the entire thing by himself.

Once the cake was finished, you went to help Mary with collecting all of the dishes and the rest of the cake.

“You go on and enjoy the party, baby. I’ll clean up.”

You kissed Mary on the cheek, grabbing the present that you had gotten for Elvis before leaving the kitchen.

Minnie Mae wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear.

“You’re good for him, Y/N. You keep him well-fed and well behaved.”

“He keeps me happy, Dodger. It’s only right that I do the same.”

She disappeared then, probably going to help Mary with cleaning up.

You entered the music room where everyone was sitting, laughing at a story that Scotty was telling about Elvis.

You sat next to Elvis, passing him the present that you had for him.

He opened it like a kid in a candy store, smiling widely as he looked inside of the box.

You weren’t sure of what you could give him, he already had everything that he could ever want.

The gift was a monogrammed scarf with his initials.

“Thank you, sugar! I love it.”

He wrapped the scarf around his neck, the initials sitting perfect on his chest.

He pulled you into a hug, kissing your lips softly before placing his hand into yours.

Scotty sat beside you, placing his hand on your thigh.

You were happy at that moment, sitting between the two men who meant the world to you.

You mindlessly played with your necklace that Elvis had made for you, watching as your boys interacted with the mafia.

Later on that day, Elvis suggested that they play a game of football in the yard.

Mary passed you the tray of lemonade and little pieces of pie that she had made while everyone was in the other room.

You walked outside, watching Elvis run across the yard with the football in his hands.

He was truly happy and that’s all that you needed to see as you placed the tray down on the table.

Scotty was sitting down at the table as his eyes watched the game intensely.

“You’re not playing?”

“Nope, Elvis wanted to show me how good he is so I decided to watch.”

You sat down next to Scotty, putting your hand on top of his as the two of you watched Elvis trash talk the guys as the game went on.

The boys grew tired as the sun started to set.

They all followed Elvis as he walked over to the table where you and Scotty were, grabbing a glass of lemonade from the tray.

“You just keep surprising me, lil mama. I knew I made the right choice asking you to move in here with me and Scotty Boy.”

You blushed, turning away from him before handing him a plate of pie.

“To keep you as happy as you make me, I’ll do anything.”

As the pie was eaten and the lemonade was long gone, you took the tray back inside.

This time you helped Mary with the dishes, giving the boys time to be alone.

Shortly after, the mafia and their wives left Graceland and Mary returned to her room.

It was only you, Scotty, and Elvis at that point.

The three of you spent the rest of his birthday enjoying each other but mostly enjoying another day that Elvis was in your life.

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bad news on tv, black ink revives me

(robert aeor high au p2)

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hi and welcome to my mcyt high school au! if you haven't read part one, i highly suggest starting with that.

…Huh. That’s interesting. So there is a new student, and chances are, based on the chair seated ominously by his side, Scott has a class or two with him. He’s, annoyingly enough, slightly interested about this so-called “Timmy,” wonders what he looks like-

or Scott finds out there's a new kid at school, and can't stop thinking about who they might be.

TW: internalized homophobia, self hatred, anxiety, bullying

Robert Aeor High is an exceptional school, very upper-class, with most of the students living most of their lives in mansions, surrounded by everything they could ever need. Scott supposes he’s obliged to count himself in this number, though his friends, all mostly lower-class typical income people, say he’s nothing like them. But he has grown up in a mansion, and even his cold, sterile home is still a mansion.

Scott is by no means popular, in fact, quite the contrary. He tries as hard as he can to stay to the side of all the drama, to stay safe within his own little friend group, to stay hidden, to stay safe. Sometimes it’s hard to blend in, though, when someone’s singling you, specifically, out. Especially when that person is Xornoth.

Xornoth is that kid at school, the one everybody’s afraid of, the popular one, the one who has several henchmen that bend over to do zir bidding, the one who everyone seems to have a secret crush on. Ze’s a tiefling, like Owen, but where Owen is a prismatic tiefling, able to be born any color of the rainbow, from dusky blue to the pumpkin orange of Owen’s skin, Xornoth is a dark tiefling. Zir skin is a dark, almost glowing, purple, and zir massive, twisting goat horns at least three times bigger than the non threatening orange spikes that peek out from Owen’s hair.

Xornoth is one of the main reasons Scott’s begun to dread going to school almost as much as going home, especially now that their bullying’s extending to the level of legitimate harassment.

Xornoth seems to have a perverse obsession with touching Scott’s snakes.

A gorgon’s snakes are like an avian’s wings, or a tiefling’s horns, or a celestial’s tail: you simply don’t touch them. Xornoth’s way around this basic human decency, however, is that since Scott’s a hybrid, those rules just don’t apply to him. It’s never made much sense to Scott, as though he’s defective, he’s still a gorgon, still a person.

He has feelings, and that’s the one thing Xornoth seems to disregard the most.

“Scotty, come on, I just want to see how they feel,” ze purrs. Zir two henchmen, Joey and a boy who Scott only knows as “Sausage,” snicker under their breath, smirks ghosting across their faces.

“No, you can’t-” Scott begins, only to feel unwanted hands brushing roughly up against his snakes, the fingers calloused and groping. Scott shrinks away, disgusted. “What is wrong with you?! How would you like it if I touched your horns?”

“God, Major, what the hell? Why do they feel like ice?” Xornoth asks, completely disregarding Scott’s previous statement, reaching zir curious hand out towards his head again.

“One, my name is not Major. Two, you know why, you’ve known why since last year. Three, stop trying to touch my snakes. Now.” Scott’s slowly backing away, and he can feel himself beginning to shake. He hates unwanted touch, especially directed at his snakes, and he knows that if he doesn’t get away soon, he’ll have a full-on breakdown in the middle of the hallway. He’d never live it up then.

“Aww, he’s mad!” Xornoth snickers. “It’s just a question, Major. Be civil. Now, as much as I’d love to stay here and hang out with you all day-” Joey giggles under his breath, pushing his hand up to his mouth- “I’m afraid me and the boys have things to do. Arrivederci, Scotty Boy!” Xornoth waves cheekily, zir eyes cruel and calculating, knowing ze’s hit him in exactly the right spot.

Scott watches as ze sashays down the hall, one arm wrapped loosely around Joey’s shoulder as ze talks animatedly to Sausage, rude laughter cascading from the boy after Xornoth says something seemingly very funny, presumably about him.

He hates Xornoth almost as much as he hates himself. 

Walking into his homeroom, Scott immediately notices that there’s an extra desk in the back row, right next to where he sits, alone, the furthest away from everyone he can get. He’s always chosen to sit in the far back corner whenever he can, because the less attention Scott gets, from students and teachers, the better it is for him. So the fact that now, there seems to be someone who’s sitting next to him? It doesn’t bode well.

What if whoever’s desk this happens to be another Xornoth, bent on tormenting Scott and making his life hell?

But as the students trickle into homeroom, the extra desk isn’t claimed, and Scott lets out a mental sigh of relief. Maybe it’s just a mistake, just a simple misunderstanding. Maybe it’s for a new person in a different class, someone who doesn’t share Scott’s homeroom, but instead has this class for math or something. That sounds plausible, and if Scott’s honest with himself, he’s slightly disappointed. There’s always a possibility that any given new person will be attractive, and Scott is in dire need of a boyfriend.

The thought slips out before he can stop himself, and immediately, he starts to spiral.

No. No, no, no, nonononono- he’s not supposed to think that, that isn’t allowed- Scott’s disgusting for even letting that thought breach his mind, he’s not gay, he can’t be gay, but he knows he is and that’s the worst part- Scott can feel the breakdown from before pressing even harder in the back of his skull, because from his dream father, his real life father, Xornoth being absolutely horrendous, and now a reminder of one of the many ways he’s utterly repulsive inside and out, it’s just too much for him to take.

Scott needs to talk to Shelby, the main therapist of their group, because though she doesn’t know that he’s gay (disgusting) she knows about the other things, like his father and Xornoth. Scott’s not ready to tell anyone other than Owen that he’s gay (revolting) yet, if ever. He’ll try as hard as he can to beat it out.

He whips out his phone and pulls up the group chat, making sure to prop up his textbook to hide the fact that he’s texting, as Mr Jau is very particular about that kind of thing. It doesn’t seem like anyone’s on right now, however, which is…not optimal for Scott. 

And if he can’t talk to Shelby, he needs to find a distraction. But then he remembers he’ll see Shubble next period anyway, and even if he can’t find something else to focus on, he should be able to make it the ten minutes before homeroom’s over and the real school day begins.

He’s just scrolling through his notifs now, finding a few from his mutuals, rolling his eyes affectionately at the crazed reposts of fanart. Then he notices that in the absence of him and Owen while they were walking to school, Joel and Shelby (the bus riders of the group), have been talking about something. Scott knows it’s wrong to snoop, but like, they put whatever they were talking about on the group chat, so they must have meant him to see it, right?

And now that Scott knows there’s something to know, he absolutely has to do a bit of “detective work.”

He scrolls to his last sent message, a hasty gn love yall xx that he had typed out before his father had come into his room for his nightly inspection of Scott last night, and reads from there. Owen, Joel, and Shelby hadn’t stayed long after he’d gone, trickling away at about eleven, which leaves him with a slight pang of relief that he hasn’t missed anything. The conversation had resumed this morning, while he and Owen were walking to school. 

He really doesn’t have much to do, and he’s secretly very curious what they were talking about, so he begins to scroll through the texts.

thesmallbeans: hey shelby you there

shubbleshrubble: heyo joel :)

thesmallbeans: did you see, there’s a new kid?

shubbleshrubble: wdym, i dont go on your bus ofc not you idiot

thesmallbeans: shut up your short you cant talk but yeah, there’s like a new guy, hes got wings so i think hes an avian

thesmallbeans: he’s sitting a few seats in front of me he got on the stop after mine

shubbleshrubble: huh we havent had a new student in a while much less an avian arent they rare? I think grians the only avian at school right?

thesmallbeans: FOR GOODNESS SAKES shubble YES theyre rare do you pay NO attention during species studies?!?! 

shubbleshrubble: ummmmmm

shubbleshrubble: anywayyyy

thesmallbeans: also no hes not the only one you’ve forgotten about beks

shubbleshrubble: oh right beky but shes a year lower so why would i remember her

thesmallbeans: i remembered her and i have like the worst memory arent gnomes suppotsed to be all wise and remembering things?????

shubbleshrubble: shut up joel

shubbleshrubble: im super smart you dont know anything about me

shubbleshrubble: im a mystery ;)

thesmallbeans: uh huh. sure

shubbleshrubble: oh shush

shubbleshrubble: anyway what does this new kid look like??

thesmallbeans: hes blonde and his wings are like bright yellow, hes pretty tall for an avian, blue eyes and hes wearing the girls uniform

thesmallbeans: like the one with the skirt i mean

shubbleshrubble: huh 

shubbleshrubble: do you konw his name

thesmallbeans: i think its timmy or something like that

thesmallbeans: oop bus pulling up gtg cya @ school

…Huh. That’s interesting. So there is a new student, and chances are, based on the chair seated ominously by his side, Scott has a class or two with him. He’s, annoyingly enough, slightly interested about this so-called “Timmy,” wonders what he looks like-

STOP IT, SCOTT. STOP. It’s the second time this morning and two more times than he can handle. He tries to convince himself the reason he’s so intrigued by this turn of events is because the new kid is a rarer species, because he’s supposedly tall for an avian, because he seems like an interesting person, choosing to wear the skirt uniform and all that. There are times when Scott wishes that he could wear it himself, but of course, his father would never condone such an unmanly outfit.

He slides his phone back into his pocket, closing the textbook and pushing it back into his desk as someone walks into the room, and Scott cranes his head forwards, because is it him, is it the new boy?

Scott flumps back into his seat, realizing it’s only Joel. He suppresses a sigh; he should have known not to get his hopes up, but an avian? They’re the least-common sentient species, having been hunted to extinction for their wings by other species, most noticeably the seafolk. 

Their small stature and group nesting habits make them a predictable and easy to target people, and hundreds of avians are murdered each day, from the owls to the penguins to the canaries. It would be so interesting to meet a new avian, someone who seems to be neither an owl, like Beks, the one in the year below, or Grian, who’s a parrot.

Scott tries to convince himself this is the reason he’s interested.

But he realizes he’s been unfair, as Joel is never “only” Joel. He’s a celestial, and a sky celestial at that, so he’s almost inherently gorgeous, as well as extremely fucking tall. His light blue skin ripples with white cloud-like spots, his hair dark brown shot with a green streak that’s always reminded Scott of lighting, tied back into a short ponytail. A green laurel tattoo snakes down Joel’s right arm, his smooth, jewel-covered tail snaking along the floor behind him.

He stands at almost eleven feet, and he hasn’t stopped growing yet. Scott’s been friends with Joel for the longest time out of any of his closest companions, their friendship dating back to fourth grade, when Scott had nicked a few of Joel’s pencils during class. He’d thought he’d gotten off scot free (heh heh), but he’d been met at his locker by a glowering Joel, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

Joel had been eight feet tall even then, and had picked up Scott by the scruff of his neck and put him on top of the lockers “to teach him a lesson,” in the celestial’s own words. But he had come back not five minutes later and brought Scott down, offering a profuse apology and saying he was working on “not being a menace.” They’ve been friends ever since.

Joel saunters across the room, taking his spot in the corner behind Scott, as he’s too tall for any desk this school has to offer. “Hey, Scott,” he grins in that cocky Joel way of his, “What’s up?”

“Eh, not much, you?” Scott asks, smiling back at him.

“Oh, you know, just…stuff.” He waves his hands vaguely, and Scott has to duck to avoid being backhanded by the unchecked limbs. “Hey, by the way, have you seen Lizzie today?” Joel’s eyes begin to go misty thinking about his not-so-secret crush. Scott’s pretty sure she’s completely oblivious of Joel’s affections, and he doesn’t know how that’s possible, but seafolk are notably fuzzy-minded when kept away from the ocean for an extended amount of time, so that probably explains why.

But Joel’s crush is still so glaringly obvious that even with how much Lizzie’s brain must be muffled, Scott can’t imagine how she hasn’t noticed so far.

“No, I haven’t, why?” Scott decides it’s best to humor Joel, to let him go on and on about Lizzie and how her hair cascades off her head and how pink it is and how much she looks like an axolotl with those frills that surround her neck and how her skin is so blue but not sky blue like Joel’s, blue like the ocean deep and dark, blue like the ocean Lizzie calls home. All Scott has to do is offer a few “mhm”s and nods, and Joel will be happy. Scott’s learned long ago that this is the best way to deal with Joel, because when he has something to talk about, ye gods, he will talk. 

“By the way, Joel,” Scott says, interrupting a detailed and decidedly very sappy description of how Lizzie’s eyes glitter in the sunlight, “Can you tell me more about that new kid who goes on your bus? I saw your texts.”

Joel looks slightly miffed that he’s been cut off, but diverts his attention to Scott nonetheless. That’s a first. “Uh, sure, what do you want to know?”

“For starters, you said he was an avian? What kind?” Scott leans forward, chin resting on his hands.

“Um, something with bright yellow wings? Like, almost solid yellow, no patterns.” Joel’s disinterested, staring off into the distance, almost certainly mooning over Lizzie, though silently this time (thank god).

“Joel,” Scott chastises admonishingly. “Now who doesn’t pay attention in species studies? The only avian types with solid yellow wings are canaries and some parrots- did the new kid have more upwards pointing or downwards pointing ear feathers?”

“Downwards pointing, I think,” Joel answers, “They were all fluffed out, though. His wing feathers too.”

“Okay, so he’s a canary,” Scott realizes, ripples running down his spine. “And the fluffed feathers means he was nervous. And understandably, starting a new school and all that? That’s a lot to take in at once. You said his name was Timmy?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Joel’s squinting, as if trying to find the answer off in the distance somewhere. “But I can’t be sure, he said his name kinda quietly when the bus driver asked what it was. Hey, why are you so interested in this new kid anyway?”

“Oh, no real reason,” Scott hastily reassures. “Avians are just so rare, though, and the canary bit is interesting too- they’re the least common avian type of all, and isn’t there a proverb about canaries being the harbingers of death?”

“Maybe,” Joel mutters, clearly not really engaging with the conversation. “I don’t really know- can I go back to talking about Lizzie now?”

Scott rolls his eyes and half-holds in an exasperated sigh. “Sure, Joel. Go straight ahead.” Scott’s still only half-listening, the rest of his mind wondering about the new kid; an avian, and a canary? That’s an interesting combination, Scott thinks, especially since, as he’s already stated, canaries in particular are one of the rarest avian types. 

The more he thinks about it, the more interested he is in this new student, and before he knows it, the bell has rung and he’s off to math. Waving goodbye to Joel, who stays in homeroom for his next class, Scott weaves his way through the hallways crowded to the brim with students of all species. Friends are snickering and chatting animatedly in little groups of three about the newest gossip or newest episode of their favorite series or loudly bragging about how gay they are.

Scott smirks dryly at that last one, his secret still held close to his chest. He’s so caught up in his own mind that he doesn’t notice where he’s going, and someone collides directly into his chest, causing him to stagger back a couple steps.

Now, Scott is by no means tall, landing squarely at around five and a half feet, but whoever’s collided with him is a significant bit shorter, by at least four inches, given the feel of it. This weirdly short person mutters a stammered apology, ducking behind Scott before he can get a good look at them, and by the time he’s craned his head back to try to catch a glimpse of his mysterious offender, they’re gone.

Scott doesn’t even notice the feather laying right at his feet as he rolls his eyes and enters his science class, the bright yellow plume flying up, up, up to the ceiling under the scuff of his feet, landing on the rafters far above the crowded mass below.

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

warnings: alcohol

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Chapter Six

Two months later, Brianne found herself in a middle of a drinking game with Tig during Opie's welcome-back party. For the last two months as the prospect, she had learned to fix cars and bikes... relatively. Chibs had been set as her teacher because, according to Clay, the two of them seemed pretty close already. Brianne didn't think much of it but she did enjoy the Scotsman's company. The two of them bonded over their common birthplace, but it soon turned into quite some friendship. Well, it was friendship on his side, she assumed. For her, she seemed to be catching feelings for the handsome biker. And until this night, she wasn't completely sure those were true feelings. Not until she saw him with a croweater that night.

Jax's best friend since childhood and a Son has been in prison for the last five years and today was his release day. They had planned a huge welcome-back party, and the organization and planning were given to Gemma. Brianne had met Opie only shortly when he arrived, he didn't seem too thrilled with having a female prospect at first, but everyone assured her he would warm up to her just like everyone else had. So she decided to stay away from the man during that night and enjoy the party. She had been talking to Half-Sack at the bar when Tig approached them, and unprovoked made a comment about how 'Ginger can't hold her booze' since she had been telling Half-Sack how she didn't want to drink much that night, or she would have to crash at the Clubhouse. Of course, the said Ginger didn't like that comment, and that led her to a drinking game with the Sergeant at Arms.

Two shots later, Juice showed up, cheering for Tig. Half-Sack had been the referee and Brianne's supporter since the two of them had gotten pretty close during their prospecting over the last two months. No one paid much attention to them and she wondered why Tig or Juice weren't looking for a partner for the night, or why Half-Sack had been immersed in a conversation with her rather than flirting with one of the girls. But nevertheless, she was having fun and proving to Tig that her alcohol tolerance was quite high. She laughed as Tig downed a shot of tequila, half of the glass spilling all over him in the process. Until something caught her eye in the back.

On the couch, Chibs had a blonde croweater pressed against him, with his tongue sliding in her mouth and his hands all over her. She couldn't help feeling her heart drop down to her stomach. A pang of jealousy passed through her body like electricity and she imagined how it would be like if she was there in her place. But she shook the thought out of her head and focused back on the game she and Tig have been so endorsed in. Luckily, Tig had been refilling the line of glasses when she was staring at the scene unfolding behind him and didn't notice her looking. He was an observant bastard, he would have caught her looking if he wasn't distracted.

A few more shots later, she couldn't help casting glances over at the couple. Tig had noticed the distant look in her eyes and turned around. She mentally scolded herself for letting her jealousy get the best of her and staring, but it was too late now. Tig had seen what had her attention, and of course, Half-Sack and Juice were curious too. All three of them glanced from the couple having a heated make-out session back to Brianne, whose face was red. A smirk played on Tig's lips when he looked back at her. He nudged Juice, who stood near to him. „Looks like Ginger has her eyes on Scotty.“

Juice chuckled, standing closer to Brianne and nudging her shoulder. „Someone's got a crush.“ He said. Brianne turned to him, almost seriously considering punching him – she was sober enough not to do it. 

„We're just friends.“ She stated, but a blush crept up her cheeks and she couldn't hide it, which made the two Sons even more so inclined to tease her. „It's nothin' like that!“ She stammered, trying to regain her composure.

„We've all seen the way you two look at each other, Bri.“ Suddenly Half-Sack joined in on the fun. Brianne looked at him, faking being offended. „Don't even try to deny it.“ He warned. Sometimes Brianne wondered why he was such a close friend to her, besides them prospecting together. There was a certain innocence about him and Brianne felt like she needed to protect him from the jaws of the MC. Yeah, there was a lot of fun being made of Half-Sack – most of them about him missing a nut because he got it blown off during service and got his nickname from.

„You guys are impossible.“ She rolled her eyes and grabbed another glass. The tequila did well to calm her nerves, or she hoped it did and that it wasn't some sort of placebo effect. Her emotions were all over the place, but jealousy stood out the most. Especially when she saw Chibs and the croweater disappear down the hall towards the dorms. He even briefly locked eyes with her and offered a smile in her direction, which she returned with a heavy heart. Why wouldn't it be her instead?

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Downing the last of her drink, she stood up and scanned the room for one person she knew could help her. Tig Trager stood across the room, flirting with a blonde croweater. She didn't think this idea through, or she simply didn't care after mixing tequila and whiskey – not a good idea to do that. But while she was still somewhat present in her head, she made her way over to Tig. He had seen her coming and all his attention was on her immediately, forgetting the blonde who was so eager to have a piece of the Sergeant at Arms. The blonde noticed his attention wavering and, with a scowl in Brianne's direction, she left. „Hey there, Ginger. What brings you here?“ Tig playfully asked.

Brianne suddenly leaned in closer to him and Tig had to look around to make sure none of his brothers were seeing this. Sure, Clay said that if Brianne was fine with having some fun with any of them – except himself and Jax who were both married, of course – he ain't gonna stop him. But Brianne was obviously drunk and he didn't want it to look as if he was taking advantage of that. „Just thought we could have some fun, Alex.“ Her voice was low and tinged with mischief, and she emphasized his name – his real name – on purpose. Now Tig – he wasn't the one to turn down a fun night – and he wouldn't even hesitate now, but Brianne was obviously drunk and she was his friend and his Club mate as well.

But he decided to play her game for now. „Well, well, well, aren't you full of surprises, sweetheart? I'm definitely up for some fun. Lead the way, Ginger.“ Brianne seemed satisfied with the answer, not that she expected any less from the Tig Trager. She took his hand and led him towards one of the dorms, passing through the crowd of people.

Once the door shut, she wasted no time and began kissing Tig, the aftertaste of alcohol they've both had mixing as their tongues fought for dominance. She pulled Tig closer to her, fingers wrapping up in his curly hair, meanwhile, his hands roamed her body. However, before this could go on, he pushed her away from him gently and cupped her face. His voice was soft as he spoke. „Are you sure about this, Bri? We can stop right here and now, just say the word.“

Brianne thought about it for the first time since the idea popped into her head. She was slightly more drunk than he was, he had stopped drinking a while back and went to find a girl willing to share a bed with him for the night, while she tried to drown her thoughts. But since that wasn't working, she needed a proper distraction. She wasn't with Chibs and even though it pained her, he had every right to sleep with whoever he wanted. And so did she. So the only person she trusted this to not blow into something more was Tig. Besides, it's not like they had any male croweaters for her to sleep with.

She took a deep breath and even after weighing her options, her resolve was still firm. „I may be more intoxicated than you, but I know what I'm doin'.“ She said. „I'm sure, Tig.“

That was enough for him. He scooped her up, her legs wrapping around him, and was back to kissing her. As Tig carried her towards the bed, her mind was racing with thoughts and emotions. Part of her was relieved to find a temporary reprieve from the weight of her growing feelings for Chibs. Temporary distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. She would have to worry about the consequences of this tomorrow, but for now, she won't let her mind get taken over by her jealousy and simply lose herself in a momentary release from the complexities of her emotions.

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It was the sun that woke Brianne up, the room was too bright for her to stay asleep. But her head was killing her and she would have preferred staying in bed all day. She went to stretch but her movement was limited by the arms wrapped around her. A deep chuckle filled the air. „Morning, sleeping beauty.“ Brianne regretted when she moved to sit up, Tig letting go of her, her head throbbing from the hungover, she was surprised she wasn't rushing to the bathroom yet to puke. She rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes and made sure her body was covered with the blanket.

„How long have ye been awake?“ Her voice turned out to be more groggy than she anticipated and she tried to clear her throat but it still felt too dry.

Tig's voice was raspy but it was just his morning voice. Unlike certain someone in the room with him, he controlled how much he had to drink the night before. „Not long. Figured you could use a little extra sleep.“

Brianne smiled. „Thanks. Appreciate it.“ She threw her legs over the edge of the bed, making sure she was still covered, although it wouldn't matter, not like Tig hadn't seen everything last night. But it gave her a sense of comfort to have the blanket wrapped around her.

„No problem, sweetheart.“ Tig grinned, watching her stand up and walk to the bathroom, making sure to grab a clean set of clothes from the dresser, he was surprised she wasn't puking from all the alcohol already, but maybe she was good at keeping her liquor down after all. He grabbed his kutte from the floor, thankfully it was right next to the bed and he didn't have to get up. Fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the inner pocket of the kutte, he sat up in bed and brought the ashtray that was located at the bedside table closer. Couple minutes later and almost half a cigarette done, Brianne was exiting the bathroom. This time she was dressed in jeans and a black shirt that said 'SAMCRO' at the front. Her ginger hair was up in a ponytail. „So, I guess we should have that conversation now, huh?“ Tig asked.

Brianne stopped collecting her last night's clothes and looked at him. She sighed. „Yeah, we should,“ Throwing the clothes to the side, Brianne sat on the bed again and grabbed the cigarette which rested between Tig's lips. She took a long drag from the cigarette and returned it, exhaling the smoke. „This means nothin', right?“ Even before she continued, Tig nodded his head. „Just a release for both of us. No one has to know.“

Tig nodded again. „Agreed.“ Brianne let sighed in relief, she was glad she could count on him. He noticed the relief on her face and added. „I get it, darlin'. No strings attached,“ he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation as he leaned back against the headboard.

Brianne smiled at him thankfully. She knew that out of all of them, he would be the one that understands. That's why she asked him the night before. He had no issues sleeping with anything that walks on two legs but he was a good friend, that's something she learned about him over the course of the last two months. She stood up from the bed, gathering her clothes once again. „Alright then. We had our talk. Let's keep it in the past and move forward.“ She threw the clothes into the basket in the bathroom and looked at Tig. He was now sitting at the edge of the bed and getting dressed.

She had made a grave mistake by exiting the room together with Tig that morning. Between her worry that the situation might have escalated and the throbbing headache, she truthfully wasn't thinking. At the same moment when both of them stepped out of the room, the door down the hallway opened. Brianne froze at the sight of Chibs exiting the dorm room. Her heart skipped a beat as he stood face-to-face with them. Chibs' face held a mixture of surprise and confusion while he pieced the puzzle together. For Brianne, time slowed down at that moment, especially when their eyes locked. But she couldn't look at him for too long, instead, she averted her gaze, unable to meet his intense stare. Tig sensed the tension too as he stood beside Brianne, his own body tensing up at the sudden encounter. So much for no one knowing. Her headache was now long forgotten, although still present.

Chibs cleared his throat, his voice betraying a hint of discomfort. "Mornin', Bri," he said, his tone guarded yet polite, at least he tried to sound that way. He looked at his brother too. „Tig.“

Brianne's voice caught in her throat, her mind racing for an explanation, a way to ease the tension that hung between them. "Mornin', Filip," she replied, her voice slightly strained. She didn't know what to say to make this situation any better at this point but she knew that he knew. It was too obvious, there was too much tension at that moment. Silence followed her words, but she could hear the distant sounds of the Clubhouse coming to life. No one else was here, thankfully. Brianne's heart pounded in her chest. She knew at least one consequence would come around, but she didn't think it would be so soon. She didn't even have her morning coffee yet, for God's sake!

Chibs broke the silence, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Everythin' alright, love? Didn't expect to see ye and Tig together this mornin'." He was hinting at exactly what had happened, but she couldn't let him know it happened, right?! It would ruin everything – not that there was anything to ruin, to begin with. But she hoped! Deep down she hoped he felt the same way and something about the way he was acting at that moment confirmed her suspicion.

Her mind raced with thoughts, but none of them seemed to be helpful for her situation. She didn't know how to clear this 'misunderstanding', which wasn't a misunderstanding but she couldn't let him know that. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to address the elephant in the room. "It's not what it looks like," she began, her voice trembling ever so slightly. „Tig came over this mornin' with some personal matter and he needed someone to talk to.“ She had absolutely zero idea why she said it as an excuse.

„I did?“ Tig's voice made her furious at that moment, and she couldn't hold herself back. As he was standing directly behind her, she swung her arm back, her fist colliding with his stomach. She tried to play it cool but Tig grunting in the back didn't help at all. „Oh, I mean, yeah! I did!“ His voice was strained and filled with pain but he did his best to mutter out a response. Chibs didn't look convinced, not at all. In fact, he raised an eyebrow at the weird behaviour of his friends and Brianne cursed herself for not thinking of something else to lie about. But the damage had already been done.

However, Chibs decided he wouldn't press further, maybe out of respect for her privacy or simply because he didn't need any confrontation so early in the morning. Not before his morning tea at least. „Alright, Bri,“ his tone was slightly guarded as he spoke. „If it's Tiggy's business, I won't pry.“ With those words, he walked passed them toward the main room. He didn't even spare them a single glance after that. Tig and Brianne exchanged a knowing look, her frustration towards him dissipating at that moment. Tig looked apologetic and Brianne looked like she never wanted to see the light of the day again. Truthfully, she didn't. She would prefer to wrap herself in her blankets and wait for her inescapable death. But she had to live with the fact that the man she grew feelings for will think she was with his friend, his brother. How does she ever get through this?

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #tommy flanagan #bobby munson #clay morrow #jax teller #theo rossi #tig trager #chibs telford fic #chibs x oc

[wavelikewhat]

wavelikewhat masterlist

hi! I write for Monsta X and Seventeen. Here are all my fics, organized by member. Do not repost fics or portions of fics on any other platform or in a new post.

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Seventeen Woozi:

Heartstrings

Pairing: Producer!Woozi x Producer!Reader (she/her pronouns) Summary: You help Jihoon meet an unexpected deadline for a song and he wonders why he can’t stop thinking about you. Luckily his members nudge him toward the answer. Wordcount: 4.5k Content notes: none Genre/themes/appearances: fluff, strangers to lovers, idol/non-idol, music talk, Hoshi meddling, Seungcheol interrogating, Jeonghan snooping, inspired by two Woozi fics linked in the author's note!

Seventeen Mingyu:

Bend It Like Mingyu

Pairing: Professional Soccer Player!Mingyu x reader (any pronouns) Summary: It all started the day Mingyu ruined your picnic with his stupid soccer ball. Ever since then, he keeps showing up everywhere. Why won't he leave you alone?! Wordcount: 3.2k Content notes: extreme fluff, zero smut, Y/N's best friend is pregnant and later cares for the baby (baby is mentioned but not seen in the story) Genres/themes/appearances: enemies to lovers, super sweet and fluffy, Mingyu is very clumsy and very reliable, there's only one bed! (no smut), I am American so it is called soccer in the fic

Seventeen Vernon:

If The Shoe Fits

Pairing: Vernon x reader (any pronouns) Summary: You and Vernon are reluctant friends after Seungkwan and his girlfriend invite you everywhere in their attempt to help you get over a breakup. But everything changes when you and Vernon get caught in the rain. Wordcount: 2.8k Content notes: Very fluffy. Reader has a recent breakup (ex-girlfriend left them). Seungkwan is dating an original character (she/her pronouns). No smut but Vernon is shirtless (this should happen more anyway). Genres/themes/appearances: Strangers to friends to lovers. Vernon's bi wife energy. Seungkwan and his gf are meddling in everyone’s lives. Several hikes where everyone wears sunscreen and drinks water. Could be read as idol AU or just AU.

Seventeen Seungcheol/S.Coups:

More Than A Latte

Pairing: Barista!Seungcheol x Reader (any pronouns) Summary: You have a huge crush on the handsome and flirty barista who makes you a perfect latte nearly every day. Unfortunately, it’ll probably never be anything more, right? That’s what you believe… until you see him on a night out with your friends. Wordcount: 1.7k Content notes: Reader goes to a bar and orders drinks, but no direct mention of alcohol, drinking alcohol, or drunkenness. No smut. Total fluff. Genres/themes/appearances: Fluffy and frothy like his lattes would be. Entirely inspired by this clip. Barista!Cheol in that shirt with that hair and those forearms really put a lot of thoughts into my head. A/N: this is a mini "collab" with @seungkwansphd: please read their version of this concept called bean me up, scotty!! we both had different inspiration based on my totally normal and definitely not over the top reaction to that Barista!Cheol clip ☕️

Monsta X Kihyun:

Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Kihyun x fem reader Summary: Kihyun catches your eye at the pool. You unexpectedly find yourself needing a very specific type of attention from this friend of a friend, and he is happy to help. Wordcount: 3100 Content notes: smut, sexy times against a wall, fingering, Kihyun’s hands, Kihyun’s eyebrow Genre/themes/appearances: smut, fluff, one shot, this entire story was inspired by this photo of Kihyun in a pool (thank you Hyungwon for giving the people what they needed)

Monsta X Hyungwon:

When Opportunity Knocks

Pairing: Monsta X Hyungwon x reader (any pronouns)  Summary: Your friend Hyungwon throws you a birthday party, and you still can’t make your crush on him go away. But it turns out he feels the same way… Wordcount: 2100 Content notes: none, rated G, no smut, alcohol (reader does not consume) Genres/themes/appearances: friends to lovers, very sweet and fluffy

Monsta X Jooheon:

SMAU: Late Night Like

Pairing: Jooheon x reader (gender neutral) Summary: Your interactions with your coworker’s friend Jooheon suddenly evolve from friendly Instagram DMs to late night Uber rides to something more. Wordcount: 500? Content notes: implied sex, sex outside of a defined relationship Genre/themes/appearances: smau, fluff, one shot, friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, in the same universe as Kihyun x "Slipping Through My Fingers" series

Monsta X Minhyuk:

He Was A Gamer Boy

Pairing: Monsta X Minhyuk x reader (any pronouns)  Summary: Your gamer boyfriend Minhyuk thinks you’re coming over as usual, but he ends up with a mystery to solve. Wordcount: 1100 Content notes: none, fluff, no smut but a little spice at the end, rated PG Genres/themes/appearances: established relationship, cute caring boyfriend Minhyuk, maybe AU maybe not, using words to solve problems, Minhyuk's gaming crew, the black hoodie Minhyuk wore on Wendy’s radio show

Monsta X Shownu:

Starlight in Seoul

Pairing: Shownu x undefined, Minhyuk x undefined Summary: Shownu takes his dog on a long evening walk and spots an old friend. Wordcount: 1875 Content notes: none! wholesome and G-rated/E for Everyone Genre/themes/appearances: fluff, one shot, Monstas as parents/dogparents, Monstas in the future, ot7

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[goofyjelly]

Star Trek TOS (2x02) : Who Mourns for Adonais?

Oop Scotty is in love (this girl WILL die)

GIANT HAND

Vulcans are a bummer, so don't beam down the sad man >:(

Again with the casual Vulcan slander! Why do they keep doing my boy dirty like that???

Fjsldjskdj oh no the girl Scotty likes beamed down, she's not beaming back up 💀💀💀 Scotty can't have shit on the enterprise 🥲

APOLLO ->

APOLLO

Hehe the hand is so silly

THE POV SHOT OF THEM ALL LOOKING UP AT APOLLO-

Fascinating ✨✨✨

Oop Scotty's crush is a mythology nerd she's DEFINITELY leaving Scotty for Apollo or something INSANE like that.

Kirk , you can't really immediately believe he's the God Apollo-

YES SCOTTY WE ARE CAPABLE OF WRATH!!!

oh fuck no I was KIDDING! I was KIDDING when I said that girl would fall in love w-

"you seem wize, for a woman" excuse me???

I can excuse the god-like wrath, but NOT THE SEXISM

Scotty 🥺 the narrative hates you, I'm so sorry 😭

Ah jeez, she's DEFINITELY into it 💀💀💀

BWAHAHAHAJ GHE COSTUME CHANGE WHY- WHY?! She really just immediately abandoned the captain and the enterprise. Like girlie you took an oath. DONT ACT LIKE THIS IS A SACRIFICE TO YOU-

Scotty is so sweet,

Okay Kirks right, maybe I was so fast to judge her, maybe she's trying to get info. The star trek pattern of lots of dumb women is getting to me.

Spock, you're doing great, but this clearly isn't working

She seems a bit too smiley to be doing this for "strategic purposes" 💀

Ooo okay so in star trek universe Greek mythology is real but they were all aliens? Okay, thats definitely a choice™

"God's took mortals to love and care for-" oh oop called it.

"Spock's contaminating this boy, Jim" awwwwww Chekov <3

Apollo really out here with an extra organ in his body oh boy.

THE LIGHTNING WHAT!

Scotty, sweetie, you're amazing, but-

OH OKAY THINGS ARE HAPPENING KIRK IS DYING WTF????

Shatner's acting is so fucking funny for some reason oh my gosh Kirk is choking on the ground I should NOT be laughing right now 💀

Also I know they just casually mentioned it as a Bit, but i think it's so cute that Spock is mentoring Chekov or something to that affect.

Uh oh I think Apollo is worn out a bit. LIKE THAT CAT IN THE RUSSIAN STORY- Pavel, never change.

Uhura is tinkering ✨✨✨ love her

"I can think of no one better equipped to handle it" SO TRUE, SPOCK!!!

wait does that girl have god powers now or-

"Mankind has no need for gods" oo? " we find the one quite valuable" OOOOH okay.

"GO!" They really went full on middle school lunch room on his ass fjskjfkdjdk

Lieutenant, stop getting emotionally attached to the Greek god Apollo 💀💀💀 Kirk is so done oh my gosh

Im hoping she's actually super smart and this whole attitude is an act. I may have to apologize to women again.

Become the mother of a new race of gods AYOOOO?????? UM???

okay he needs to stop , actually. Yup nope okay she's down BAD. Poor Scotty 😭

Kirk : "how old are you?"

Chekov : "22"

Kirk : "then I better handle it-"

Pavel 🥺 you're like a child to everyone here, how the fuck did you graduate the academy at 22-

In like ten minutes I've went from calling him Chekov to Pavel , the illness is real.

LIEUTENANT , SNAP 👏 OUT 👏 OF 👏 IT 👏 "HE'S SO LONELY" MY ASS!

Kirk, your rizz might not be able to get us outta this one

Kirk, Tell that to Spock's parents. Being from different species didn't stop them if you know what I mean-

She's trying to switch back to being On Duty , yes you're a scientist. I KNEW SHE WAS A SPECIALIST OF MYTHS. "Illogical. I could no more love you than I could love a piece of bacteria"

I owe women another apology, she's back ✨

RHE EDITING OH MY GOSH

The end 😃

W H a t

Okay that's not the most insane thing ever, actually. The ending felt a tiny bit rushed but that could've just been me.

Also Chekov is literally a child compared to everyone else on board- like of course 22 isn't a child but Kirk is, I wanna say, in his mid thirties at least (based on how long ago he says things took place in his life and how old he was then; like Taurus 4 and different things hes done as a lieutenant ), and no one else in the main cast is supposed to be 22.

That was a decent episode; not one of my favs but definitely not the worst. I probably won't do a rewatch for a while, but that's cus I have odd taste lol.

#star trek #star trek tos #who mourns for adonais? #goofy jelly thoughts #star trek the original series #spock #kirk #chekov #uhura