#damn girl ain't nobody taking her from you....

[dykespence]

one of my gifs of Them that didn’t make the cut so is gathering dust in my camera roll. 4 u. hope this helps

AAAGHGH THIS IS EVERYTHING??

[kill4luvina]

"Who's that?"

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Plug!Armin x Plug!Reader x Plug!Eren

Summary : Eren and Armin go out to a party to find out who this mysterious "Stunna"(Y/n) is after she's stepped in the game they've been losing mad business and at first they were going to jump you, until they saw you. Instead they decide they were tag/double team you.

Warning : SMUT, Car sex, just sumin nasty for the girlies because i said so, not proof read, ngl eren and armin get a lil intimate(they on some gay shi ngl), use your imaginationn if sumin don't make sense.

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The room was awash in a spectrum of colors, pulsating neon lights flickering and casting a glow hue of different colors. The walls throbbing in the same rhythm as the heavy bass as the room was filled with bodies pressed up against each other – some grinding, others chatting it up. The vibe was wild, a crazy energy swirling in the air, getting everyone hyped. Smoke twisted up towards those neon lights, adding this trippy scent to the mix.

The air was thick with the mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and the distinct earthiness. Eren and Armin had only popped out to this party because of some info someone dropped, thinking they could catch the mysterious "Stunna" who had been stealing their costumers. "Bro, what if this shit was a set up." Armin whispered, eyes scanning the crowd, getting jumpy at any sudden moves. "Relax, man. You're incognito with that ski mask, nobody knows it's you,dumbass" Eren shot back, pushing through the crowd, Armin following close behind with his hand under his shirt holding onto his glock.

"Oh damn, Luvii!" You greeted your bestie as she practically dove through your car window for a hug. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!" Luvina would say as she pulled away. "And you popped out with the all black hell cat? Okay I see you!" You chuckled, stepping out with your tote bag as she acted all surprised, though she had the same whip in pink. "Come on, girl, quit playin'."

"Luvi, you look so fine stop fuckin playin wit me..." A guy would come up to the two of you at the party, he'd start talking to luvina as he started touching up on her. "Ew, girl get a fucking room.." You'd say walking away, wandering throughout the party giving them some privacy. "Yo, Stunna!" You'd hear one of your favorite costumers yell out, making your quickly turn your head. "You got anything on you I can buy?" He'd ask, you'd nod your head opening your tote bag pulling out a few carts & vapes. "Lemme get that one, how much?" "75." "Aight, take 100 and I'ma put the 25 into the next thing I buy."

Then, out of nowhere, some dude grabbed you and pulled you outside. Caught off guard, you clocked they were both rockin' ski masks, so you didn't waste time, pullin' out a gun from the waistband of your jeans. "Who the fuck are yall?!" You demanded, sizing them up, outnumbered but ready. Armin lowered his mask, checkin' you out before speaking up. "Ease up, mamas, we ain't here to cause trouble, we on your turf remember?" Armin would remind you making your ease up a tiny bit. Eren would pull his off too, you had seen them before on Instagram but damn they looked finer in person.

"Fuck yall doing on my turf anyway?" you questioned, gun still raised, keepin' your distance, looking for answers. "Damn, chill mamas, we came to see if ya shit as good as we heard." Eren would lie, both of them knew they wanted to jump your ass but as soon as they saw how fine you were they couldn't. Now they both just wanted to see if they could could hit it before they left. You'd put your gun down staring at the two silently for a moment before walking past them to your hellcat. The two would silently watch you before dabbing eachother up and follow you in excitement.

Honestly, you don't even know how it happened but it started off with you 3 in the back seat smoking up a storm. Not even 20 minutes into your smoking sesh, your body started heating up at the sly comments the two would throw at you. You'd pussy throbbing at the sound of Eren telling you how fine you were and Armin touching you in all the right places at all the right times, what a duo. In about 10-15 more minutes you found yourself making out with Armin's lap, Eren giving you kisses from the side making your overwhelmed not knowing who to kiss.

"Mmph!" You'd cry into Erens mouth as kissed you, not even being able to think straight. You were completely drowned in bliss as you felt Armin lap up your juices with his tongue. You've never been eaten out the good before, and it was a complete game changer when you felt him sink his fingers into your brown and pink fat pussy.(im such a troll for that one) Your eyes would roll to the back of you head as you pulled away from eren moaning into the crook of his neck as your nails scratched him looking for something to grip on. "Doing so well for us." You'd hear eren say softly as he held you, continuing to praise you.

On the other hand, Armin was fucking your pussy up real good. He was nose deep, not able to even contain himself and just you moaning made it even worst. You'd feel your eyes fill up with tear as you cried out even louder cumming all of his face as you held onto Eren even tigher, trembling as you came down from your high. Armin would pull away licking his fingers as he wiped his face. "My turn." you'd hear Eren say, you were to tired to even complain feeling yourself getting moved around. "Mamas, be a good girl and arch for daddy." You'd hear Armin's voice now from infront of you, you'd look up from your fluffy lashes to see his pretty blue eyes looking right back down at you.

He'd smile, his sliver braces showing as he'd whip out his dick as it hit you head in the center of your face making your slightly flinch. Not knowing who to pay attention to you'd feel something poke at your entrance. "wait-Fuc--" you'd be shut up by two dicks filling you up from both sides, your moans muffled by Armins dick. You'd start tearing up again but this time you'd actually start crying, the amount of pleasure you were getting at once was insane. Your make-up getting completely messed up as Armin kept face fucking you. Eren on the opposite side ramming your shit.

"look at you go mamas." Armin would say pulling his phone out as he started to record you, with his hands now away you'd quickly pull away coughing as you looked back up to the video. You'd could help but start moaning loudly again from eren as you started to pump his dick from the base spitting on it. You'd start sucking him off harder making a sloppy mess with bubbles every wear not taking your eyes off the video. "Fuckkk, so good for us.." Armin would whimper, voice slightly cracking as he moaned. Eren letting out groans as he picked up his place leaving you a moaning mess not even able to focus on the task at hand.

Armin would stop recording as he went back to face fucking you, but he was looking behind you this time. You'd feel both ends slow down as you looked up once more to see the two kissing. Your pussy couldn't help but twitch and suck Eren in even more from how hot that was. Slightly shocked, you assumed it was just the weed kicking all 3 of ya'll differently. But this didn't last long because after a few seconds they were both back to abusing your holes. The game ender for you was when Eren brought his fingers down and start rubbing on you clit, you came so fucking hard you started squirting tear rolling down your eyes.

Armin was next pulled away as you brought your tonuge out and he came on your face leaving you a mess. Eren would do the same after a few more thrusts cumming your ass and back. You'd fall, your body fully limp as you caught your breath. "Damn, if your drugs ass addicting as you are i might have to switch over." Armin would joke as pulled you up giving you a kiss as eren laughed at his stupid joke. "ngl, being opps stupid asl, why don't we conjoin and just become sumin bigger?" Eren would ask, but you were sound asleep leaving the two.

"Eren, did we kiss?" Armin would ask "Shut the actual fuck up idk what your on."

(LOL IDK WHAT THIS IS I STARTED WRITING AND COULDN'T STOP, BUT IMA START WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW.)

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[smiths-fan--13]

the spicy Croatian makes me daydream about her while I’m studying

ooo wait i love this request, thanks anon!

a/n: i am not american and therefore have no idea of dorm situations or any of that so i apologise if anything is wrong or doesn't make sense. please feel free to correct me!

sorry this took so long btw, my two week holidays just ended your girl is struggling.

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It's finals week, and I've never been so worn out in my life. It's currently 9pm and I'm in my dorm- sprawled out across my bed with text books clutched, music blaring. Empty coffee cups litter my bedside table, making one hell of a mess. Whatever, I'll clean it tomorrow. Or Thursday. Or never.

My phone pings from underneath me, pulling me from my thoughts. I make a quick move to grab it, flushing when I see who it is.

Nika: Hey ma, u busy tomorrow night?

My head spins when I read over her words, a thousand butterflies erupting throughout me as I type out my message.

Me: Uh not that I know of.. why?

Her reply comes almost instantly.

Nika: Good, me and the girls are going out, you're coming with.

Me: Nika that's not a good idea. Need I remind you what happened last time we got drunk?

Nika: Dijete, it will happen whether we are drunk or not. Be ready by 6 tomorrow, I'm picking u up.

A second text shoots through a moment later.

Nika: In fact, I hope it happens again, I miss your pretty pussy. Wear that sexy little red dress I love so much.

Oh, I'm fucked.

Her third text wakes me right up.

Nika: Please baby, for me.

Me: Done.

Nika: That's my good girl.

I heart her message and shut my phone off, tossing it somewhere on my bed as I groan and throw myself into my pillows. Suddenly, studying seems to be the last thing on my mind.

My thoughts flash with images of Nika pressed against me. In the shower, on my bed, against her locker, in the bar toilets, the backseat of her car...

I close my eyes in agony as I try to fight off the familiar feeling- the warmth spreading over my body.

There was no use. That spicy Croatian had gotten under my skin, and in no time at all.

I let my hands wander as I thought back to our last bar trip with her friends...

My body glistened with a light sheen of sweat as I danced on the packed club floor. I stood alone, moving to the beat of the music as I let the alcohol take over me. I felt hands grip my hips, though I didn't bother turning around to see who they belonged to. I moved my body to the rhythm of theirs, grinding against them. It was only when I felt the person's hot breath and lips on my neck did I turn around. Oh, ew. Behind me was a man who looked barely 5'6, wearing a sleazy look on his face, his lips turned into a toe curling grin.

"Hey sexy, why don't you let me take you home?" He asked me.

"Gross," I shoved him off of me, stumbling lightly. "Get off of me."

The man looked at me confused and somewhat angry, like my denying his request had ruined his night. He reached out and gripped my wrist, pulling me closer.

"C'mon baby, don't be shy. It ain't far from here," he slurred out.

"I said no, now let go of me!" I raised my voice slightly, causing a few people around us to look at what was happening, though nobody helped me.

"She said let go of her," a voice boomed.

In seconds, the man was ripped away from me. The flashing lights made me unable to see who it was, though the accent and volume of her voice was enough.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any trouble. I didn't know she was your girl. It won't happen again, s-swear," the man stuttered out.

"Damn fucking right it won't," Nika growled. "Get the fuck outta here"

He stumbled away as bystanders turned back to their conversations, no longer interested. I felt warm hands grip my waist, though this time, her scent followed her, lingering in the air. I was quickly spun around, coming face to face with Nika's 5'11 frame. I looked up at her face, meeting her eyes.

"Princeza, are you okay? What happened? Why didn't you yell out? Or call me? Or tex-" Nika's questions came at a rapid speed, too incredibly fast for my intoxicated brain to understand.

"I'm fine," I interrupted. "Just another guy who won't take no for an answer," I grumbled.

"Are you sure? I can take you back to your dorm if you want. I'll go grab the keys and-"

"Nika. I'm fine. Please. Leave it alone." I say, gripping her chin softly.

Her eyes half close in defeat- she knew I'd be fine.

"Yeah, okay.." she mumbled.

I smiled triumphantly as a new song began playing. I quickly grabbed the Croatian's hand as I lead her further onto the dance floor. I tossed my arms into the air as she threw her head back laughing. And we danced for what felt like an eternity.

Leaving the club always seemed to be the most exciting part of the night- everyone was buzzed, laughing, taking photos and stumbling down the sidewalk. Nika's hand clutched mine as we walked behind our friends, chuckling occasionally at their comments and jokes.

"Hey" her shoulder nudged mine.

"Hey" I responded, nudging her back, swaying slightly.

"Why don't you let me drive you back? The girls are doing the rounds anyways- it'll take forever to drop everyone off." the sober girl offered.

Trust Nika to be the only one of us who drank water all night...

"Okay," I agreed.

"Alright, let me tell the girls," Nika replied, wrapping her jacket around my shoulders before racing to the other girls. I stood in place as I watched her with a smile on my face.

She said something to the girls that I couldn't hear, before racing back towards me. She grabbed my hand softly and turned us around, walking us in the other direction towards her car. A comfortable silence settled between us as we fell into a perfect sync.

We got to the car quickly, Nika opening my door for me with a smile on her face.

"Ladies first" I laughed at her words as I got in, quickly followed by her, right before she pulled out into the busy night traffic.

I softly hummed to the music playing on the radio, feeling content. Nika pulled up to the dorms, jumping out of the car to open my door again. I giggled as she held out her hand for me to hold. In all my awkwardness, I just about fell over. Her other hand reached out to steady me, landing on my waist. My giggles died down as I noticed our proximity, the closeness of our faces, the height difference. Our eyes locked and the world fell silent. It was just us.

Nika ripped her hands from me as I cleared my throat.

"Let's get you inside, hey?" she smiled at me.

I nodded as she locked the car.

The elevator pings as we wait. The doors open and we step inside.

"Which floor?" Nika mumbled.

"8" I replied.

She presses the button and the doors close, once again sheltering us with an awkward vibe. I looked over at her, admiring her side profile. Her sharp, defined jaw, her long lashes, perfectly shaped nose, beautiful hair. Fuck, she was really stunning.

My breath hitched as I watched her, prompting a glance in my direction.

"You good?" the Croatian asked.

"Uh, yeah. I just- yeah, no, I'm fine" I breathed out.

Nika turned her body to face my own, her head tilting as she stepped closer.

"Are you sure? You look awfully flushed." she smirks.

"Yeah, it's probably just the alcohol."

"Ma, you had 2 drinks. You're barely buzzed."

I watch her intently before ducking my head at her words.

"What are you thinking right now?" she says.

"Nothing" I grumble.

A low laugh escapes her throat, the sound making a beeline for my core.

God, I needed to get a grip.

"You sure have a lot to say for someone who didn't drink the entire night." I say.

Nika shrugs.

"Someone needed to take you home"

"Didn't need to be you" my eyes snap to hers. "You wanted to bring me home."

She fucking smirks. Again.

"You're right angel" One step closer. "I did want to bring you home. I wante-"

Her voice is cut off by the sound of the elevator bringing us to my floor. I quickly step away from her, putting distance between us as I exited through the elevator doors.

Nika followed quickly behind me, finding me standing at my door, fumbling to find my key.

"I'm home safe, you can leave now" I huff out, searching my bag.

Nika freezes.

My eyes meet hers.

"At least let me get you inside" she bargains.

"Fine, whatever." I agree, too desperate for my key to care.

I sigh in anger, looking at Nika again as she stood, leaned up against the wall, watching me. I throw my bag at her, a silent plea to find what I'm looking for.

She smirks as she catches the bag, almost immediately finding my key. Of course. I snatch it and open the door, walking in without waiting.

Nika follows behind me quickly, shutting my door and setting down my bag on the counter. I flop down on the couch, pulling the throw blanket on top of me.

"Uh, yeah, no. Get up" I hear.

"What?"

"Makeup. Hair. Outfit. Shoes. You're not sleeping like that."

I scoff as she pulls the blanket off of me and drags me to a sitting up position.

"Whatever" I cross my arms.

I watched in surprise as Nika Mühl herself kneeled in front of me.

"What are y-you doing?" I rushed out.

"Relax princess" She looked up at me. "I'm just taking your shoes off"

I relaxed at her words and soft touch. She took my heel off, quickly massaging my foot, pulling a moan from me at the pleasing feeling.

Her movements freeze and I look down in confusion, only to find her watching me with dark eyes.

"You like that?" she asked with a smirk.

My breath hitched softly as I watched her with my mouth slightly open. I nodded slowly as she watched me. She simply raised an eyebrow at me.

"Words, ma" she growled out.

"Yes, I liked that"

She chuckled at my statement, before taking off my other heel, completing the same action again. Her fingers danced up my shin, her eyes flicking to mine. She pulled away as she stood, holding her hands out to me again. I took them as she gently pulled me from my sitting position. Our eyes locked as I pulled her to my bedroom, flicking the light on as I walked into the bathroom, grabbing my makeup remover wipes quickly.

"Uh uh. Sit" Nika appeared behind me in the mirror, instructing me to sit on the counter. I obliged, too tired to argue. I parted my knees, giving her somewhere to stand to take off my makeup, though she smirked at the sight.

"Get on with it, Mühl" I groaned, rolling my eyes.

She gripped my chin as she gently wiped the makeup wipe down my cheek, the cold feeling shocking me.

"Close your eyes" She whispered. So I did.

The cool wipe covered my eyes, taking any and all makeup with it.

When she was done, she didn't make an effort to move from between my legs. I opened my eyes and looked up at her.

She tucked a hair behind my ear as she pulled me off the counter, grabbing my hairbrush and spinning me around. I gasped in shock, before our eyes met again in the mirror. She collected my hair and began softly brushing the ends, before all of it together.

She finished just as my eyes drifted shut, my brain and body on the verge of sleep. She softly blew on the back of my neck, jolting my eyes open.

I shake my head at her jokingly as I walk back into my room, finding my pjs on my bed from this morning. I grab them and start to unzip my dress, before noticing Nika watching me through the body length mirror in my room. I speak without our eyes meeting.

"You gonna help me, or just stand there?"

a/n: hey guys! i know it's not part 2 of my original fic but it's something. i've had the WORST writer's block lately it's killing me omg.

anyways lmk what you guys think! part 2?

also I think I alternated between past and present tense, oops!

[toxicanonymity]

Can I request a fic where Reader’s parents were recently killed and she has to look after her younger siblings. She needs to find a way to earn money so she is forced to become a prostitute/sex worker. Only thing is she is a virgin. And guess who takes her virginity as part of the job? (Joel!). Not sure how you can make it dark, but that’s up to you!

virgin sex worker

<1k words | joel x f!reader | masterlist

18+ virginity loss, unsafe PIV sex, bj, Joel talks you through the whole thing. Post-outbreak.

"Call me Joel," the john says.

"It's my first time," you tell him.

"No different from doin' it with a boyfriend," he reassures you as he unzips his pants.

"No, I've never. . . It's my first time, ever."

He looks stunned but not put off. "Why ya doin' this?"

"It's really none of your business, I'm not gonna justify myself to you."

"Why me then? Lotta men would pay top dollar for a virgin."

"You're a regular, right? The other girls said you'd be good for my first time. Nice and gentle?"

"Whew, that ain't me, baby," he laughs. "Must be their sick idea of hazing the new girl. . . Must want me to break ya in reeeal good."

Your face goes cold and your eyes prickle with tears.

"Don't worry baby, I can try my best . . . c’mere, let’s see what we’re workin’ with.” He pats the bed. “Bend over for me.” He takes off his jeans.

You bend over with your ass in the air. He lifts up your skirt and pulls down your panties. "Mmm now that's a nice lookin' pussy."

He strokes it but you aren’t wet. He puts his hands on your waist then asks “ok if I move ya'round and shit?”

“Um, yeah,” you answer.

He somewhat roughly throws you on your back. “Was that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“I’m gonna make it so it feels better for ya, k?” He takes your panties all the way off then puts his head between your legs. His tongue on your clit turns you on right away. He kisses, licks, and sucks at your pussy, always returning to your clit. You moan in pleasure, then he sticks a finger in.

“Good girl, now we’re in business.” He slowly pumps that one finger as he keeps pleasuring you with his mouth. Then he sticks another finger in. He grunts in satisfaction as he pulls his mouth away, and looks up at you from between your thighs. “Nobody ever been in here?”

“No, only toys.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Well good, that means you prolly won’t bleed too much.

He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, then curls them. It’s quite a stretch, but still pleasant. After awhile, Joel sits up and gives you a little smile, thumbing your clit one last time as his fingers slide out.

“Alright, we’re warmed up, ready to go,” Joel says while palming himself over his boxers. “You wanna give it a kiss first, get to know it?”

You sit up, then bend over again so your head is at dick-level with him standing next to the old, dirty bed. His hard cock intimidates you but also sends a pang of arousal between your legs. You wrap your hand around it and he sighs. You put your lips around the head and he says “Yeah, attagirl.” When you begin to suck, he gives a low whistle. “Damn, you suck a good cock.”

You’ve done your research.

“Alright now.” You take your head off his cock and wait for his instructions. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. “How bout ya just come on up here.” He pats his lap. “Take it how you want it, and I’ll try not to interfere.”

You slowly straddle him and hover over his cock. He holds it for you in one hand and watches you hungrily. He fingers you again with his free hand, then urges you closer, pulling you by your ass. He aligns his tip at your entrance, then you slowly sink onto it. In a way, it feels amazing, but It’s a major stretch and also hurts. You wince. He breathes heavily, trying to control himself.

“Ok if I help?” he asks and you nod. His hands come to your hips and gently press down. You gasp and your face screws up.

“Sometimes ya gotta rip the bandaid off. want me to do that for ya, baby?”

You’re nervous but you don’t think you can go any further without more help.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Attagirl,” he says. His large hands pull you down hard on his cock and he grunts loudly. You gasp at the intrusion. It feels like he’s inhabiting most of your body. He thrusts up into you and you gasp again. It hurts, but not in a very bad way.

Then, he sits more upright and puts you on your back. He pulls out most of the way, then slams his cock into you and you both grunt as the force pushes you down the bed. He begins to really fuck you. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says and you nod. His face darkens, then he pounds into you repeatedly. It hurts, but not bad enough to say it. The feeling of being filled by him outweighs the pain.

After a few minutes, he says he’s about to come. “Wanna see how it tastes?”

“Yeah,” you say as he pulls out. He straddles you and walks on his knees up to your armpits, leans forward, and you lift your neck to accept him into your mouth. Then he groans and pulses into your mouth.

It's salty and a little tart.

"Good girl," Joel whispers as you take the last of his load. He gets dressed while you freshen up. He's sitting on the bed in his jeans when you come out.

"You're still here?" You ask.

"Yeah, you good?"

You nod.

"Can I give ya'a hug?"

You hug goodbye and the taste lingers in your mouth all day.

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This was a quick one from the ask cellar. Ty for reading!

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[brattyfics]

Swampbound III

While Terry drifted off again, Adla’s mind spun like a hurricane.

How dare this man, this werewolf, barge into her life and flip it upside down? He was a stranger, a damn problem, and she'd had enough of problems. She wanted him out—let him and his cousin deal with the mess they stirred up with that police chief. She didn’t have a dog in that fight. Her life had been steady, peaceful, since coming back home, and she wasn’t about to let anyone, especially some reckless wolf, wreck that—no matter how fine he was.

She straightened herself up, ready to storm in there and tell him off. But those thoughts stalled when she remembered his face—those eyes, that mouth—both magnetic and unnerving in ways she wasn’t ready to admit. The longer she stood there, the less sure she felt.

Hand gripping the doorknob, she braced herself, about to charge in, when the door swung open. Terry stood there, his face tight with urgency.

"Somebody's comin'!" he snapped, startling her.

Adla’s stomach twisted—no good deed ever went unpunished.

"Who is it? Burne again?" she asked, snatching the shotgun from where it rested against the counter. She knew he hadn't been convinced by her earlier. Terry sniffed the air, eyes narrowing as he tried to place the scent. "No, somebody else."

Her heart lurched when she saw the familiar, boxy truck rolling down the dirt road. "That’s Jesse!" Panic surged through her veins. If Jesse walked in and found Terry half-asleep and half-dressed in her daddy’s old clothes, she couldn’t even begin to picture the storm that would follow. "You need to hide!" she hissed, urgency crackling in her voice.

"I ain't hiding from nobody—"

"Now!" she shouted, shoving him hard into the guest room and slamming the door so hard the walls shuddered.

Déjà vu hit her as she raced downstairs, heart pounding like a drum. “Addy!” Jesse hollered, leaning out the open window of his Jeep, waving like he didn’t have a care in the world as he pulled up to her place.

“Jesse, what are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you yesterday to call first?” she called out, forcing her voice into something more casual, though her nerves were hanging by a thread.

He cut the engine and hopped out, walking with that easy confidence that drove her crazy. “And didn’t I tell you if you didn’t call me back, I’d be showing up?”

Damn, she’d forgotten all about calling him last night. Between a wolf showing up on her porch and turning into a six-and-a-half-foot man, she hadn’t had a second to breathe, let alone pick up the phone.

“I’m sorry!” Her voice came out shaky. Jesse frowned, stepping in close and gripping her shoulders. “Ain’t no need to apologize, girl. I just wanted to check on you. Lucky I did, too. I saw Burne’s car coming from this way when I was leaving out for work. What’d he want?”

She forced a casual shrug, pulling herself together. “Oh, nothing much—asking about some men he's looking for. Showed me a sketch, but I told him I hadn’t seen nobody. You know how it is—nobody ever comes out here, well, except for you.”

“You shouldn’t be talking to him without me around. Burne could pull anything, and out here, nobody’d hear a thing. I keep telling you, you need a man watching your back.” She rolled her eyes, knowing this game all too well. Jesse had been hinting towards something more permanent between them lately.

"I can take care of myself just fine."

“I know you can, but that don’t mean I can’t.” She softened a bit, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. “Can I come in, or are you gonna keep me standing out here all day in this heat?” 

The sun bore down, sweat already forming on her brow, but letting him in was too risky.

“Why don’t we go to your place instead?” she offered, her words rushed. “My place? You never want to go there during the day.” A curious look crossed his face as he started toward the porch. She reached out and pulled him back toward her, desperation in her grip and a sense of panic in her eyes that he couldn't ignore.

“What’s wrong?” Jesse asked, his gaze steady on her. “You know you can tell me anything. If Burne laid a hand on you, I swear I’ll—” She shook her head, quieting his worries. "It's nothing like that. I just—I um," She couldn't come up with a lie quick enough. Not with him; he knew her too well.

“What are you hiding, Addy?” Jesse asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

“Nothing!” she shot back too quickly, tugging at his arm again. Jesse glanced over his shoulder and took swift, deliberate steps toward her door. She hurried to block his path, but she wasn’t fast enough. “I ain't hiding nothing!” But her heart raced as his eyes landed on the porch. The bloodstains etched into the wood told a story she couldn’t lie her way out of.

“What the hell happened here?” He shot her a sideways glance, distrust written all over his face.

“It was just a dog,” she blurted out, desperation rising in her throat. “Must’ve gotten hurt in the storm. I let him sleep on the porch, but when I woke up this morning, he was gone!”

Jesse didn’t buy it. His lips pressed into a hard line as he swung the door open, revealing the chaos inside—the strange bottles cluttering the table and the pink liquid staining the floorboards.

“You lyin’ to me?” His voice dropped low, carrying a menacing edge she’d never heard before. “What have you done?”

“I ain’t lyin’, Jesse! Please!” Her voice cracked, but it was too late—Jesse’s anger was building. He cupped her shoulders with both hands. “You let someone in.” It wasn’t a question—it was an accusation. “I told you not to open the door!” His grip tightened on her arms, and the wild look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could respond, Terry appeared behind Jesse, his presence like a shadow creeping across the room. Without a word, he grabbed Jesse by the collar, lifting him clear off the ground with one hand. 

“Terry!” Adla screamed, terror gripping her as Terry’s fingernails began to elongate. His green eyes darkened, glowing with a primal amber hue, a chilling premonition that a bloodbath was on the verge of erupting. 

“Put him down!” she cried, panic lacing her voice, desperate to defuse the situation before it spiraled any further into chaos. "He didn't mean to!"

“He put his hands on you. You think he didn’t mean that?” Terry growled, his voice low and dangerous as his claws hovered inches from Jesse’s throat. The smirk playing on his lips revealed how much he relished watching Jesse’s body struggle against him, the gleam in his eyes almost animalistic, hungry.

“Terry, don’t!” she pleaded, her voice breaking. She couldn’t let this happen—not here, not like this.

“Please! It’s just a misunderstanding!” Her words trembled, barely holding together as she watched the scene spiral. The air in the room felt thick, like it was pressing in on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Jesse’s gasps grew fainter, his body limp in Terry’s unyielding grip. His arms hung like lead, and each shallow breath sounded like it could be his last.

"Terry, let him go! I’m beggin’ you, please!"

Jesse's fingers twitched, and a faint pulse of golden light flickered from his hand—a soft, almost ethereal glow. It was so subtle, Adla barely noticed it, but Terry did. His head snapped toward Jesse’s hand. The very air around them seemed to ripple, charged with a strange energy.

Terry’s felt it—the draw, the pull of life being drained from him, ever so slightly. A brief, unnerving sensation washed over him as Jesse’s power flared, trying to latch on. “Don’t you dare,” Terry hissed through gritted teeth, his claws tightening around Jesse’s throat. He lifted him higher, his body no longer responding, the glow in Jesse’s hands fading as quickly as it appeared.

“Jesse!” Adla cried, watching in horror as Terry let him go.

Jesse collapsed to the floor, his body crumpling like a ragdoll. The sickening crack of his head hitting the floorboards echoed in the room, sending a shudder through her. She rushed to his side, her hands trembling as she rolled him onto his back and checked his pulse. It was steady. With a relieved sigh, she looked up at Terry in disbelief.

“Why in the world would you do somethin’ like that?”

Terry stood over them, eyes fixed on Jesse’s still form. He wiped his hands on his jeans as if to rid himself of the stinging sensation.

Her friend of over twenty years had just done something she never thought possible—golden light, burning hot like the sun, had poured from his palm. The same hands that had held hers in tender moments– when they bonded over being motherless, at her father’s funeral. Her chest tightened with an ache she couldn’t shake.

“I asked you a question!” She fussed, eyes burning with fury.

“I ain’t kill him, so calm down. He got off easier than he deserved.” Terry watched as relief washed over her, tears slipping down her cheeks despite how hard she tried to hold them back. Those eyes of hers were too expressive, and it tugged at something inside him. She was too pretty for her own good—strong, but with a softness that could get her caught up in the wrong mess. In a world like this, being vulnerable could be a death sentence.

“This your man or somethin’?”

Adla struggled to make sense of the mess swirling in her head. Jesse had been acting crazy, no doubt about that, but it wasn’t like him. He wasn’t some saint, but he’d always been good to her. 

“Does it matter?” she shot back, frowning as she wiped her eyes. “You can’t just grab folks and try to choke the life outta them.”

It was all too much—the confusion, the fear, the betrayal tangled up with everything else. And then there was Terry, standing there, like the storm he’d brought into her life hadn’t flipped her world upside down. 

Without thinking, Terry reached down and lifted her from where she knelt beside Jesse. It tore at him to see her crying over a man who didn’t deserve it. Touching another man like he was worth something to her. He stared into her eyes, and for a moment, he felt himself slipping again. She was too damn distracting, too much for him to be around right now. He needed to clear his head, focus on what mattered most.

He'd gotten his rest, now he needed to find Mike.

"If you want me to leave, I will.” His voice lingered with a quiet promise. Terry needed her to tell him to go. He needed that out, something to ground him before he gave in to the thick, intoxicating haze clouding his mind—the pull that made him want to plant himself in her space, close enough to see and touch her whenever he pleased. 

When she glanced at his lips, the thought of closing that distance teased him like a dark temptation.

“I think that’d be best.”

He huffed a quiet breath, almost disappointed, but held her gaze. “And what about him?” he asked, nodding toward Jesse’s limp form stretched out on the floor. “You sure there won’t be another 'misunderstanding' when he wakes up?” Adla watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. Jesse looked peaceful, as if all the madness that had taken over him was just a bad dream now.

“I’m sure,” she said, but even her voice was tinged with uncertainty, a quiet resignation to the mess she’d found herself in.

Terry’s lips brushed against her neck, a gesture so fleeting and unexpected that it nearly stole her breath away. He lingered there just a heartbeat longer than necessary, inhaling her scent—salt and sweet—before pulling back, the warmth of his touch leaving a lingering spark against her skin.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for bringin’ all this trouble to your door.”

She looked up at him then, really looked at him, memorizing every sharp feature, the way the sunlight filtered through the window and highlighted his face. She knew he’d find his cousin, finish whatever it was that needed finishing, and then he’d be gone—like a phantom fading back into the night. The thought twisted something deep inside her.

“I need you to do something for me before you head out," Her voice was soft, but there was a weight to it, something that carried more than simple words. Whatever she was about to ask would tether him here, one way or another, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever find the will to leave.

Chapter Four.

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my life has changed in oh so many ways

(ao3 link)

Summary:

"You aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else. You don’t have to do this.”

He stares at her. Maybe she is still kinda nice. But nice girls don’t date guys like Bob Sheldon who've picked on him for a decade now because sometimes he talks funny and because he can’t read or write or do anything like people his age are supposed to, on top of everything else that comes with being a greaser.

Guys like Bob Sheldon who do nothing but get drunk and beat on poor kids like Johnny Cade until they aren’t themselves anymore and never will be again.

"It just ain't fair you never got any help!"

“You told me you wanted to be a teacher here when you grow up, Sodapop. But if you want to be a teacher you have to work! What do you think would happen if I came to school everyday and did nothing?”

“I ‘unno.”

“I’d get fired! So if I were you, I’d pick up that pencil and start writing.”

Soda puts his head down on his desk and cries. His teacher just sighs and walks away. She’s giving up on him just like everyone else.

He’s a lost cause.

He just wanted help.

Soda slams the door to their dad’s old truck and tries to control his breathing. He waits for Darry to drive off, to drop Ponyboy at the middle school, where their genius little brother only has one month left of seventh grade. Soda has what feels like centuries left of tenth; but the piece of paper hidden in his sorry excuse for a backpack will change that.

Steve jogs up to him and goes, “You remember it today?”

“I shoved it under my pillow and couldn’t sleep all night ‘cause of it. Yeah, I remembered it.”

“They gonna take it covered in drool?”

Soda swings at him, but Steve just dodges and switches to walk on his other side. They pause in front of the doors, so Soda can get the withdrawal form out.

The main entrance to Will Rogers High School is intimidating, but not as intimidating as what lies beyond the doors. Most kids—greasers and socs alike—don’t give it a second thought as they walk in every morning, but Sodapop Curtis isn’t most kids, and the paper in his hand proves it.

He’s never even driven by this place without wanting to throw up.

“Seriously, man. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. I know Darry’ll kill you, but we talked about this, we all got your back and Two-Bit or me are gonna drive ya to school every day and you can just walk to the DX for work, say you’re working just part time every afternoon now, he’ll never—”

“It ain’t Darry I’m worried about. He’ll be mad as the day is long, I don’t give a damn. Dad gave the okay, it ain’t up to Darrel at all. Never was. But Pony’s gonna take it hard and I can’t stand that.”

Soda gives it three classes before he feels sick to his stomach. He’s got the form folded up in the pocket of his dad’s favorite flannel, the same one he’s worn practically every day since the accident. Darry’s always getting on him about giving it a rest and wearing something else—“Everyone knows we’re poor! No need to make them think we don’t wash our damn clothes!”—but to Soda it’s like a security blanket. It’s also one the few shirts he has that don’t make him want to rip his skin off while wearing it. And, you know, his dad always cut the tags off.

He doesn’t even ask his history teacher to let him use the bathroom, just gets up and leaves. He’s told to sit down but he doesn’t because he’s a greaser and nobody expects obedience from him, anyway. He doesn’t look back as he walks out, just reaches into his pocket and takes out the form. It’s the only piece of paper he’s ever put in there without crumpling. He absent-mindedly hums a little tune while he walks—“Help!” by the Beatles, which is one of his favorite songs. It’s a few years old but he heard it on the radio again recently and it’s catchy, not that he could ever admit that to any of his east side buddies—and he unfolds the form. He wants to read through it one more time before he hands it in.

He knows what it says in theory, but there’s so many words on there, and the font is so small that his eyes kind of glaze over, but he keeps his eyes glued to the page while he walks.

Until he collides with something and it flies out of his hands. He looks up and there’s a girl in front of him—ohgodit’sCherry—and he immediately goes to help her up. She looks at him for a second, eyes wide and he thinks maybe her cheeks might be as red as his are her hair, but she ignores his hand, so instead he goes to pick up her books for her.

“Sorry,” Soda mumbles, somehow briefly forgetting that he’s not supposed to be saying stuff like that to soc girls, he’s got a reputation to uphold, but glory, his Mama taught him manners and he’d be damned if he didn’t use them. And deep down he knows Cherry isn’t like the other soc girls because she was nice to him once in first grade and he’s never ever forgotten it.

He nearly shudders at the memory. The words “consonant digraph” are not ones he remembers anymore, all these years later, but way, way back when he was learning them he wanted to cry at the mention of it.

He’s brought back to first grade. It’s sometime in the beginning half of the year, and they’re doing some cut-and-glue activity with partners. He’s been paired with Sherri Valance because he’s always paired with her. They sit next to each other because their class sits in alphabetical order by first name, and they always do partner work with their neighbors.

There’s muffled yelling down the hall and another first-grade teacher pokes her head in and asks for backup, ‘cause one of her problem students is throwing chairs. Their teacher tells them she’ll be right back and heads out. Soda hears somebody who wasn’t in his class last year mutter to their friend, “Dallas, probably.” They see the principal speed-walking down the hall through the doorway, and then everyone loses interest and starts to get to work.

Sherri taps Soda on the shoulder.

“Can you write our names for me?” she says. “I’m going to go get scissors and stuff.”

She gets up and Soda looks at her nametag. He takes a whole minute to decode it. Sherri.

Goddamn digraphs. /sh/ and /ch/ are his worst enemies lately, and she’s got one of them in her name. He knows it’s real sad that he can barely tell which one. He feels butterflies in his stomach as he picks up his pencil. In the best possible handwriting he can muster up—writes her name. He is pretty sure he wrote it correctly, tries to read it aloud, and thinks he’s doing well until one of the kids at the desk pair behind him, Randy Adderson, laughs.

“What’d you just say?”

Soda is starting to understand now why Darry keeps telling him to stay away from the kids with the nice backpacks and brand-name shoes.

“You’re copying off her nametag and you still spelled it wrong?” Randy sneers, and his friend Bob Sheldon looks over too, and starts to grin. Soda’s butterflies turn into rocks.

“I just wrote her name. Sherri.”

But his mouth does that thing again where the word doesn’t sound quite right coming out of his mouth as it did in his head and he can feel his cheeks heating up. That always happens. Bob and Randy and their friends always make fun of him for it, too. He tries to make out the letters he wrote on the paper.

He did write a y instead of an i. And his S is kinda weird-looking, too.

Oh. He didn’t mean to do that. His pencil must’ve moved on its own again like it always does when his brain gets jumbled.

“Cherry, you said Cherry! Her name is Sherri! An’ I think you wrote it too, but who knows, I can’t read that at all!” Bob jeers at him loudly, and the whole class is starting to look over. Chet Baker, the kid who mentioned Dallas earlier, is laughing too, and he whispers something into the ear of his partner. Soon everyone is staring at him, and Soda feels like sinking into the floor. Bob revels in the glory of it all.

“Leave it to dumb ol’ Sodapop to mess it all up!”

The classroom explodes into laughter, like that was the greatest insult of all time and not some lame comment from little kid.

“I like it, actually,” a voice says suddenly and Soda thinks for a second it’s an angel come down to earth. But it’s just Sherri, and she’s handing Soda a glue stick.

“Cherry. I love that. It’s going to be my new nickname.”

She elbows him gently and smiles at him. Her eyes are so green. Soda thinks green eyes are his favorite; Cherry has green eyes, and so do both of his brothers and his dad. That’s almost all of his favorite people on Earth, except for his mom. Her eyes are brown, like his own.

“I really like it, Soda.”

He really likes it too. Soda wishes he could’ve stayed in first grade forever, sometimes, because back then Cherry always stood up for him and now…

Now they’re sixteen and when he goes to hand Cherry her books, she seems to come back to reality. Her face contorts into something angry, or maybe more defensive, as she snaps, “I don’t need your help, grease. Helping me pick up my books like some wannabe-gentleman… don’t you have a girl, anyway?”

He does. Sandy’s somewhere one floor up in English right now reading some Shakespearean tragedy about star-crossed lovers, and he hasn’t told her he’s dropping out yet, either. He loves—really loves—three people left in the world, two of them are his brothers and one, he thinks, is Sandy, and they’re the only ones of the people he really cares about that he hasn’t told about his plan.

Now that his parents are dead, they’re the only people left he’s truly terrified of disappointing. They’re the only people he ever talk to about his problems.

The only people he felt he could ever ask for help. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t anymore.

So why does it bother him so much when he has to ask Cherry Valance to move her foot because she's standing on a paper that might honestly be his lifeline?

He points it out to her and she goes, “Oh,” and picks it up for him. Even brushes the dust off. Soda watches her eyes scan the top of the paper before his face turns even more red and he has to rip it from her hand.

“You didn’t see shit, soc,” he snaps, and maybe it’s mean and out of character for the ever-so-charming Sodapop Curtis that is known to walk these halls, but he’s embarrassed. There’s a sinking feeling in his gut at the face Cherry’s making and his stomach somehow hurts even more.

Not hurts. He’s got butterflies.

He’s in love with Sandy though, and she loves him back, and who gives a damn if he’s been practically ignoring Cherry for a decade now. Who gives a damn if she was the only person from the entire west side of Tulsa to show up at his parents’ funeral. She’s always gone to their church and it was right after the regular Sunday morning service and it doesn’t mean shit. Even if he didn’t have a box under his bed he’s been filling with cash for a ring to marry Sandy one day, Cherry wouldn’t matter, because she’s a soc and he’s a greaser and he might not be in even the average level English class like Sandy is, but Soda asked his mom about it once back when Darry was in sophomore year and was reading it and so he knows how Romeo & Juliet ends.

Soda’s in love with Sandy. She loves him back. He flips the collar of his flannel up because he’s a greaser and he’s gotta look tuff or tough or whatever and keeps walking.

“Sodapop!” Cherry calls, and he shouldn’t turn around but there’s classes going on right now and no one’s watching them.

“What?”

“I just—you aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else. You don’t have to do this.”

He stares at her. Maybe she is still kinda nice. But nice girls don’t date guys like Bob Sheldon who’ve picked on him for a decade now because sometimes he talks funny and because he can’t read or write or do anything like people his age are supposed to, on top of everything else that comes with being a greaser.

Guys like Bob Sheldon who do nothing but get drunk and beat on poor kids like Johnny Cade until they aren’t themselves anymore and never will be again.

“School just ain’t going to be the same without you brightening up everyone’s day, Soda,” Cherry calls after him, but he pushes through the door to the stairwell and pretends her words aren’t eating him alive.

“It just ain’t fair you never got any help!”

He wanted to be a teacher once. So did his mom, once upon a time, that meant college, and she had no money and had a baby at eighteen, so she never even had a shot of working in a daycare. And Soda’s dumb and nobody wants a dumb teacher, so he’s never going to be able to make a difference in the lives of kids like him.

Cherry’s right, he never got any help. That’s why he wanted to be the one to help the next generation. But it’s not going to happen.

She stood up for him once. She used to check his work for him before he handed it in. She would whisper-read when they were supposed to be reading silently so he’d understand the passage. They just can’t talk about it anymore because they grew up.

There aren’t many things he’ll miss about Will Rogers High School, but Cherry Valance is admittedly going to be one of them.

Another thing he won’t miss—the grouchy secretary he’s got to hand in the form to. When he gets to the office she gives him a nasty look that just screams get back to class, hood! or maybe something more along the lines of what’s this idiot doing here? He blow in on the way to stupid town?

…Maybe it’s an oh great, another greasy little troublemaker sent to the office.

Clearly that’s the right one, because the first thing she says is “What’d you do? I ain’t gotten a call up or nothin’.”

“I have this withdrawal form to hand in. I talked to our case worker with social services, she says she confirmed with you guys here that my dad’s signature should still be good enough even though he…?”

She swipes the form out of his hands and glances over it. “I’ll have the principal look at it. Get back to class.”

Soda turns, fully intent on finding his backpack and then walking out a side door somewhere instead, and he’s still going to—but just as he’s walking out someone calls his name. He looks back over his shoulder and the principal has stepped out of his office.

“Mr. Curtis, can you do me a favor?” He asks, and Soda nods, just hoping it’s not to do with that form.

He’s handed an envelope, but it’s not for him.

To the Parent/Guardian of Ponyboy Michael Curtis, it says on the front. Soda’s confused.

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s an intake form for high school.”

“Pony’s in seventh grade. There’s a month left of school.”

“Yes, and his test scores are like nothing we’ve ever seen. He’s going to be coming here next year.”

“He’s in seventh grade. Sir, he never even hands in his homework on time! How’s he jumping ahead to ninth?”

“Mr. Curtis, please, just deliver that letter, would you? Saves me the trouble of having to mail it myself. Glory knows you of all people should understand not wanting to waste money on a stamp.”

The butterflies in Soda’s stomach from earlier turn to rocks and he feels like he’s being weighed down again. “I understand just fine, sir.”

He walks back to class, grabs his backpack and walks all the way home.

That night Darry talks about throwing a party for their little brother and Soda has to grin and bear it, because he’s honestly jealous as all hell. He’ll never admit it, though, because he’s as jealous as he is proud of Ponyboy.

But now he’s never going to be able to tell them he dropped out.

Not when Pony’s immediate reaction to the letter is “I get to go school with Soda next year?”

(He then adds, “and Johnny?” but Soda missed that part because he was too busy wallowing in his own guilt.)

Ponyboy’s going to hate this, he thinks the world and more of Soda and he’ll probably find a way to blame Darry for it. But it’s not Darry’s fault, it isn’t their parents’ fault or anybody’s except Soda’s brain for not working like it should. He thinks if his brothers fight tonight he’ll either lose it and kill them both or never stop crying, so he doesn’t tell them that night.

He doesn’t tell them for a month, not until it’s the last week of school and it’s pouring rain and Darry’s roofing job gets canceled for the day. He comes home early to find Soda sitting on the couch watching cartoons because it’s too early to head out to the DX. The clothes he left the house in that morning for school are drying on the radiator and Soda’s nose is red and Darry has to put the worry he’s going to get sick from walking home in the rain aside.

Ponyboy thinks Darry didn’t yell at Soda for dropping out. Well, he wasn’t home for the fallout.

For the “I know school is hard for you. If you really needed a day off, little buddy, you coulda told me instead of skipping. I’ll go call the school now and say you’re sick.”

And the “Sodapop Patrick, what the hell do they mean you ain’t been enrolled at Will Rogers for a month now?”

Or the horrible silence as Darry has to drive Soda to the DX for work in the pouring rain just so whatever cold he definitely caught that morning won’t get worse before it even starts.

No, Ponyboy won’t find out about any of it until he’s back to school shopping in August and jokingly asks Soda if he’s throwing in the towel this year because he’s not buying anything, and Soda casually tells him he’s not going back to school. That working full time at the DX over the summer wasn’t just a summer thing. It doesn’t go over well.

Darry carpools to work on the first day of Pony’s freshman year, because Soda practically begged him to let him have the truck to bring Pony to school alone that morning. Normally the kid would’ve walked, but Soda knows how big of a day this is, and their mom used to always make sure they didn’t have to walk on the first day, not even to the bus stop when they were in grammar school.

They pull up to the curb by the front doors and Soda can see Steve and Two-Bit and Johnny waiting for Ponyboy. He really appreciates Johnny for that. He never goes anywhere in the school that socs go unless there’s a teacher in the room, after he got jumped at the end of the last school year.

It figures he’d show up for Ponyboy, though. If Johnny isn’t with Dally—who’s not there because he got locked up after taking the blame for busting out a bunch of school windows last year even though Two-Bit did that—he’s with Ponyboy. They’re just close like that.

(Actually, Soda’s pretty sure Dally got himself arrested either because he’s simply self-destructive, or so he wouldn’t give himself a chance to kill anybody for what happened to Johnny, but that’s not really the point.)

Soda turns off the engine of the truck and turns to his brother.

“You ready?”

Ponyboy shrugs. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, a nervous habit the three brothers share. Soda gently pushes his arm down, getting Pony’s hand away from his mouth.

“You’re gonna do great, Pony. You might be young but you’re smarter than everybody in there. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

“You know Darry.”

“Darry’s Darry. He’s smart but he’s like—perfect, yknow? He don’t count. And he an’ I both reckon you’re smarter than he’ll ever be. You’re goin’ places, Pony. Really, truly going places. We both know it. You’re on your way up in the world, you’re gonna go so far.”

“People said that about Darry. Look at him now. He’s just a college dro—” Ponyboy cuts himself off and Soda knows why.

“Show ‘em what for, Pony,” he says. “Show ‘em what us Curtises are really made of, okay? Darry gave up his chance for us, but…if anybody’s gonna make it outta this place it’s gonna be you.”

Because Ponyboy was made great things, and Soda wasn’t, and he might still be jealous but his baby brother is going to kick ass in high school.

Soda hugs him and Pony gets out of the truck, and as he starts to walk away, Soda rolls the window down and he calls out:

“Hey, Pony, if you meet a girl named Cherry, tell her I said hi!”

Pony rolls his eyes and waves. Soda laughs to himself as he drives off.

Ponyboy Curtis, talking to a soc girl. Imagine that.

He’s too busy laughing at his own joke to notice Sandy on the sidewalk as he drives past, heading up the steps into the school practically hand-in-hand with a guy who isn’t him.

He does see a girl with auburn hair walking up to school, frowning, and Bob Sheldon’s got an arm around her.

“Great job, Soda! Mrs. Larkin, look how good Sodapop’s doing! He nearly finished the whole worksheet and didn’t give up once!”

“You aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else.”

Soda turns the radio on. “All You Need Is Love” blasts through the speakers. The truck’s windows are down as he heads for the exit of the school’s parking lot.

One head turns.

But Sandy doesn’t like the Beatles.

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Female Monkey Lazy Egg (Y/N)

(Lmk Wukong) You guys are the lazy couple. Just loves how chill you are. When first met you, he was Wild and all over the place. But settle down as the years go by, and you kinda helped him with that too. He and others were shocked at how you were surprisingly good at giving advice. Especially to Mk The manifestation of anxiety and trauma and Red Son The Personification of expectations made to never be reached. The two had once stopped fighting because you told them that you were trying to take a nap and they were being too loud. Wukong Love's lazy days with you. Because all you two get to do was sleep, eat, and sleep some more. He loves to listen to your soft. Exhausted voice as you tell him, the daily advice and most at the time You always tell him to go with the flow. On a side note, you also get along with Macaque, but of course, nobody knows that.

(NR Wukong) You are the only one who is able to get him, to chill out at least 5 minutes. Li and Su minds were blown because one moment He was bouncing off the walls. Then, all you had to do was call him down to the couch. And then he was laying next to you and didn't move a muscle. The two will never know how you're able to do it because they can't get them to sit down to save their lives. Your husband loves how laid back you are and at leaves him open to getting kisses and cuddles from you. Not that you mind you love how warm he is and how silly he can be. But it's not easy being married to him. And his never-ending energy despite his age. But like you always told him, you always go with the flow, and everything turns out okay in the end.

(HIB Wukong) You guys are like a good match. Their is never a time when you guys aren't chilling somewhere and a quiet grass field. But ever since you talked in Liuer and Silly Girl, your lives have been more Eventful than unusual. Wukong was always running around protecting Liuer, and Silly girl would stick to u like glue. You were pretty sure she thought you were her mother. You didn't care too much, but they were both certainly a handful, but you're able to get the two under control better than he can. But overall, Wukong and the children wouldn't trade you for the heavens. Maybe they can go with the flow like you can.

(MK Reborn Wukong) Your personality causes you to bump heads with Master tang on a daily basis. You hate how he pushes his Buddhist philosophy on to you and your husband. You even straight up told the monk that you guys have been married before Wukong met him, and there ain't a damn thing he can do about it. You're often hanging off your husband's back because you get tired of walking, which he doesn't mind because he likes to be close to you. Although the month didn't like how unmotivated and gloomy. You actually were, but in reality, well, you're just real. The first thing you told your husband when you first met was why when you let somebody else tell you what you worth. It was like he was shot down by Cupid's arrow that day. He definitely likes to cuddle and take naps with you and listen to your tired voice. Talk about your day even though he was right there with you. The main point is you taught him how to go with the flow and just relax. It's gonna be so fun for him to take back to flower fruit mountain.

(Netflix Wukong) He relies on you for so much. More than you can ever comprehend, He never knows how you could just let things wash over you without a problem. How you're always chill and you never let things get to you. Do you really want to know your secret. You even taught him that no matter how hard he tries to show he's got control , he really doesn't. He asked to go with the flow and that sometimes everything turns out the way it should be. He has a lot to learn, and he's glad that he has you to learn it with and from. Also, cuddles and kisses with you are the best thing. Peaches, and he hopes to always have you around him forever.

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[lightyagamiis]

not your boyfriend, not your girlfriend

Pairing: reader x soobin Genre: college au!, friends to lovers Warnings: some smut <3 Word Count: 4.1k

you ain't my boyfriend and I ain't your girlfriend but you don't want me to see nobody else and I don't want you to see nobody...

He’s not your boyfriend. You’re not his girlfriend. But the thought of someone else touching you angers him. The thought of another female even looking at him throws you into a spiral. 

Yet there’s nothing either of you can do about it. You two aren’t together after all. 

You lean against the wall twirling the red solo cup in your hand, glancing around the room at the sea of drunk college kids. Watching as they play party games and sing so off-key to the music blasting out of the speakers. 

You take a sip from your drink, debating whether or not to leave right after this cup was empty. Parties weren’t really your thing after all. You only come with your best friend, who ended up ditching you the moment you walked in the door. 

You finished the drink, turning to leave when someone bumps into you. 

“There you were babe!” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your forehead, “been looking everywhere for you.” 

You sign, knowing now that you’re trapped. 

“Come on, babe don’t look so disappointed to see me.” 

“I was fixing to leave, Soobin.” you scoffed, finally breaking free from his arms. 

His dimple smile melts your heart, sending tingles down your spine, “I noticed you seemed like you wanted to leave,” he said looking down at your empty cup, “but the guy standing by the window was giving you a look and decided to step in to protect you.” 

You raised your brow at him, “Protect me? Soobin?”

He nodded, “Of course. Mans looks like a whole dick and a half.” 

You chuckle, dropping your head into your palm, “Probably because he HAS a dick, Choi Soobin.” 

Soobin tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He wants to shout at you his feelings so you could finally understand why he’s so protective over you. 

Soobin grabs your empty cup and sets it against the counter then places his hands on your shoulders, softly pressing you against the wall. 

You look up at him, seeing the want in his eyes. Your whole body heats up. 

“Just spend some extra time with me, ya? Before you decide to head out?” He whispered. 

How quickly you nodded your head in agreement should scare you, you didn’t want him to know how badly you wanted him. He’s not your boyfriend, after all. 

Soobin smirks, sliding his hands down to your hands. Pulling you away from the wall and leading you up the stairs in this dance you’ve both done many times before. 

It started out like this. 

Two lonely people at a party were ditched by their friends and had nothing else better to do than each other. 

You knew who he was. He sat two rows behind you in class. He was quiet, and only spoke to his friends he had in class. Was five minutes early every day and for the most part kept to himself unless spoken to by the professor or another classmate. 

It surprised you when he first walked into the party. Barely even recognized him. He went from this innocent boy who hid his face with his hair, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie to class, into this sexy man in tight light blue skinny jeans with holes in them, Nike air forces, and a long sleeve black shirt with his hair parted. 

If you didn’t know him from before, you would assume he was one of the popular party boys all the girls drool over. 

And damn, he was catching looks from the girls at the party. 

Your best friend looped her arm with yours, “Earth to Y/N!! Did you hear me?”

You snapped your eyes away from Choi Soobin, giving your best friend your full attention, “I’m sorry I was daydreaming, what did you say?” 

She side-eyes the area you were just staring at, “were you looking at Soobin?” 

You blink at her, “You know him? And calling him by his first name?” 

She smiles brightly, “Yep! we have chem lab together and I’m SOOOO into one of his friends.”

You nodded at her, “I should’ve known,” You looked back over in Soobin’s direction, noticing his dog pack behind him, “which one are you here for?” you asked her. 

She giggles and squeezes your arm tighter, “Taehyun! We met at the campus coffee shop and totally hit it off right away!” 

You nodded again, “I’m sure you did.” 

“We did! And he told me about this party tonight.” 

“Is that why you canceled our stay indoors and watch horror movies best friend date and dragged me to this party instead? To hook up with Kang Taehyun?” you raised a brow at her. 

“When you put it that way you make me seem like a bad guy,” she pouted at you, “plus he told me his friends would be coming with him, sooooo I figured you could ya know.” she nudged your arm. 

You scoff at her, “Nope! absolutely not. I’m going home!” 

“Y/N! Please, you need to get out there!”

Before you could protest, Soobin and his four friends were right beside you guys. 

“Wow you made it Hanna,” Taehyun says basically stealing my best friend from me, “who's this?” he asked giving me a small smile. 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” 

Taehyung nodded, “Nice to put a face to the name. Hanna talks about you all the time.” 

You glance over at her. She gives you her normal apologetic smile. 

“Anyways how rude, these are my best friends, Choi Yeonjun, Huening kai, Choi Beomgyu and that’s—“

“Choi Soobin.” you said, giving all five of them a small smile. 

The boys all looked at Soobin, waiting for an explanation.

“W-we have a class together.” Soobin says, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

After that awkward conversation, you slowly walked away to grab yourself a drink, because god knows you need it now. 

“Grab me a drink too please!” Hanna calls after you.

When you returned to the same spot the six of them were, only Soobin remained. 

You shook your head, “where did they go?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, “Your guess is as good as mine.” He folded his arms against his chest and leaned against the wall. 

You stood beside him, “well you can have this I guess.” you said, handing him the cup. 

“I didn’t picture you as a partygoer, Y/N.” Soobin softly smiles while taking a sip of the drink. 

“You neither, you completely look different than you do in class.” 

He chuckles, “Yeah I don’t really try for college. No need to impress anyone. Go in, get your education, get out, and go back home.” 

“Then why are you here tonight?” you asked. 

He glances at you, “Everyone else was coming, and Yeonjun Hyung basically pulled me by my ear out of the dorm.” 

You nodded with a sigh, “Hanna basically did the same to me.” 

“Guess we’re in this together then.” Soobin held out his cup towards you in a way of cheers. 

You mimicked the action, then you both chugged down the drinks. 

You don’t remember much of the conversations after that. Just that you both continued to drink and drink. 

“Okay okay, truth time.” Soobin drunkenly giggles. 

“What is this? Truth or dare? Are we five?” you giggle back at him. 

“Never too old for it,” he defends, “anyways truth.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” You smile, taking another sip of your drink.

Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, glancing across the room, “Have you met Yeonjun hyung before?” 

Your smile drops, “Choi Yeonjun? I mean we have a couple of other classes together and I pass him in the halls sometimes,” you look in the same direction as Soobin, noticing Yeonjun is looking back, “why? Is something wrong?” 

Soobin sighs and looks back at you, “I am very observant and noticed the moment we walked in and he looked at you that…well.” 

You look into Soobin’s eyes, “are you implying he’s interested in me?” 

Soobin shrugged, “he could be. Either that or like I asked if the two of you knew each other beforehand. But he’s been looking at you the entire night.”

You laughed, “Soobin, you’re acting jealous right now.” 

He rolls his eyes, “I barely know you, how could I be jealous?” he shakes his head chuckling, “I just know hyung, and wanted to just give ya a heads up is all.” 

You tilted your head, “That’s really sweet, but you’re not my boyfriend so you don’t need to look after me like that.” 

Soobin rolled his eyes again, “noted.” 

“How about you then? Hmm?” 

He takes a sip, “What about me?” 

“With how you walked in here you must have girls begging for your attention. Do you dress like this outside of school too?” 

He nodded, “I do. That doesn’t mean girls are making passes at me.” 

You glanced around the room and noticed at least two girls blushing over him. 

“There are two girls right over there who would love your attention right now.” 

Soobin looks in the direction you pointed at, then shook his head, then looked back at you, “Not interested.”

“What? Are you nervous or something?” you teased him.

He gives you a confused look, “what would I have to be nervous about?”

“I dunno, maybe you’ve never hooked up with a girl at a party before.” you continued to tease him. 

Soobin raised his brow at you, “You’re making these assumptions as if you know me personally.” 

“Well truth time then, have you ever hooked up with someone before?” 

Soobin’s face turned a shade of pink, looking away from you he answered, “I have.” 

You slapped your hands on your cheeks, “Omg really!? the shy Choi Soobin from class actually pulled girls!?”

He glances at you, “Of course I have. you act like sex is such an uncommon thing for shy people like me.” He finished his cup and tossed it onto the counter, then made direct eye contact with you, “do you not believe me?” 

You shook your head, “Nope.” 

Soobin smirked, chewing on his bottom lips.

You could see the gears in his head turning, “what are you thinking about?” 

“I could prove it to you.” 

You weren’t expecting his response. Your whole body started to tingle, “prove it to me?” you nervously giggled, looking away from him. 

You weren’t expecting the next turn of events to happen either, Soobin had you against the wall, one hand above your head, the other was on your hip, and his body was pressed against yours. 

“I didn’t stutter.” he whispered, connecting his forehead against yours. 

You stared up at him, “where did this confidence come from?” you whispered back. 

“Always been here, I just don’t show it.” 

You could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your knees started to feel weak and your hands trembled at your sides. 

Soobin pressed himself even closer to you, his arm completely wrapping around behind your back, “I’ve honestly been wanting to hook up with you since the moment I met you in class.” 

You bit your lip, his confession turned you on more than you wanted to attempt to yourself. It was so hot seeing this once-shy boy you normally see in class act this sexy. Was it the alcohol? or is he really this confident? Either way, it was killing you.  

“Are you going to kiss me or continue to just look at me?” you asked, testing your own confidence. 

His lips connected with yours, the taste of cherry and alcohol filled your senses from his chapstick and the drink he just finished. You had a better smell of his cologne and oh man it was sending you into a frenzy. 

You were melting against his touch with the way his hands were on your body. His tongue sent chills down your spine every time it brushed against your own. 

You didn’t care that you two were making out in the middle of the kitchen at some random party with many people around. 

All you cared about was him. 

He led you up the stairs and into an empty room, quickly closing and locking the door behind him. 

His hands and lips were back on you in an instant as if those short couple minutes were too long. 

He pulled his shirt over his head, his body leaving you even more breathless. 

You tossed your tank top over your head and somewhere in the room. 

His body was back against yours, the skin-to-skin contact made your head spin. 

Soobin played with the button of your jeans, silently asking for permission. 

You let him, your hands going to the button of his jeans immediately after. 

It’s been so long since you’ve been naked in front of someone and you figured the first time having sex again would make you nervous and hide like a child, but it was different with Soobin. He brought out this confidence in you that you never knew you had. The rest of your clothes came off quickly, and the same did his. 

You could have sworn Soobin’s body was crafted by the gods. He’s so beautiful. 

His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs slowly gliding over your nipples. You moaned against his mouth. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to straddle him. 

Soobin looked you up and down, “You’re so beautiful, every inch of you.” his hands squeezed your hips. 

Your fingers played in his hair, “is this something you want?” you asked. 

Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, slowly nodding, positioning his member for you, “I will literally lose it if you don’t slide down onto me right now.” he whispered. 

Sex with Soobin was pure bliss. You felt that bliss with every inch of your body as you rode him. His lips and hands never left your body and your hands never left his hair until you both finished. 

You two returned to the party like nothing ever happened. The two girls who were drooling over Soobin earlier seemed to only be even more interested in him now that sex was literally written all over his face. 

You scoff, “Those two still want you.” 

Soobin wrapped his arm around your waist, “Hmm jealous are we?” 

You chuckled, “Of course not. You're not my boyfriend.”

Soobin laughed with you, “And you’re not my girlfriend.” 

It’s been almost a year since then. 

You and Soobin have had sex multiple times since then, and he still made you lose your breath every single time. 

The two of you grew to even become friends in a way. Or even best friends some would say. The two of you started hanging out outside of the classroom and at parties. He got to know you so well and the same with you towards him. He became someone you didn’t want to have a life without. 

But the feelings you started to build up for him over that year were growing too strong for you to contain. 

Little did you know the feeling was mutual for Soobin. 

He hated it when he knew you were going to parties or anywhere alone. He hated the thought of another man putting his hands on you. The thought of another man kissing you, touching you, making you feel the way only he wants you to feel. And the thought of you dating another man…

Soobin understood how your relationship was: two classmates that had sex and turned into friends who have sex. That’s all it was supposed to be until the night he realized he had feelings and realized he hated any man that looked in your direction. 

You also secretly felt that way about any woman who looked at Soobin. 

The two of you had this secret unspoken thing that you both didn’t want the other to see anyone else. You both just didn’t know it. 

Soobin was running late and was never late. It wasn’t him to be late. 

Tonight’s party was being held on campus for the school winning some kinda sports event. Soobin walked into the courtyard, immediately being met by Huening Kai and Beomgyu. 

“you’re late!” Kai said looking at his watch. 

“Yeah yeah I know,” Soobin sighed, “where are Taehyun and Yeonjun?” 

“Taehyun is with Hanna…” Beomgyu shrugged. 

“Should have known, and Yeonjun?” Soobin asked. 

Kai and Beomgyu went quiet. 

Soobin looked between the both of them, confusion showing on his face. 

“Where is Yeonjun?” Soobin asked again. 

“He’s well…he’s with someone.” Kai said, trying to smile. 

“Okay…?” Soobin raised a brow.

“He’s with—“ Beomgyu started, but Kai quickly covered his mouth. 

“He’s not with anyone! hahaha.” Kai nervously laughed. 

Soobin continued to look between his juniors, still confused about what was even going on between the two of them. 

Until it clicked in his head. 

Soobin quickly moved past them, “where is he?” 

“Soobin Hyung, wait!” They called out for him. 

Soobin knew Yeonjun secretly had a thing for you, it was written all over his face from the beginning. 

Soobin made his way inside the campus and asked people left and right if they’d seen both of you, none knew until someone pointed him in the direction of the gymnasium where they were handing out food, punch, and alcohol. 

He found the both of you standing on the far side of the gym. Yeonjun was standing too close to you for his liking. 

Soobin quickly walked up, wrapping his arm around Yeonjun, “There you guys are! I was looking for you!” 

“You’re late!” You said checking the time on your phone, “Yeonjun and I almost started drinking without you. Where’s everyone else?” 

Soobin shrugged his shoulders, “Huening Kai and Beomgyu were in the courtyard. Apparently Taehyun—“

“Is with Hanna, of course.” you sigh, “I’m happy for them so I’ll let it slide.” You started to walk away, “I’m going to the courtyard and I’ll call Hanna to meet us there.” 

Soobin nodded, “grab me a drink on the way out okay?” he asked you.  

You gave him a thumbs up, walking away. You could tell something was bothering Soobin but didn’t want to press the conversation in front of Yeonjun. 

Once you were out of the gym, Soobin let go of Yeonjun facing him. 

“What is that look for?” Yeonjun asked. 

“It’s nothing. Ready to meet with the others?” Soobin asked, starting to walk away. 

“Hey, is Y/N talking to anyone by chance?” Yeonjun asked. 

Soobin stops walking, “Uhh not that I know of…why?” 

“Because I'm interested in her. She’s your best friend besides me of course, and I think she’s funny and I want to get to know her a little more than I already do.” 

Soobin looked at his hyung, trying everything in him to not shout at him to leave you alone. But he knows he can’t. He’s not your boyfriend. 

“Soobin say something,” Yeonjun said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I uhh…I can ask if she’s talking to someone.” 

“That’s now why I meant.” Yeonjun tried to make eye contact with Soobin, wanting him to tell the truth. 

“What do you mean then?” 

Yeonjun sighs, “What I'm trying to say is, if you’re not going to make a pass at her, I'm going to.” 

Soobin’s heart dropped, and his body filled up with heat, it took everything in him to say what he did next, “I’m not her boyfriend, do whatever you want.” 

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “I can’t man!” Soobin looked at his hyung confused, “You’re having sex with her and it’s so obvious that the two of you are pining for each other and just won’t say anything. I’m tired of hearing the “She’s not my girlfriend, I’m not her boyfriend” bullshit. I would feel terrible if I went after Y/N, knowing you damn well want her for yourself.” 

Soobin looked away, “We made it clear to each other the first time we hooked up that we weren’t together, it was all about the sex and that’s it.”

“Yeah, and it’s been a year since then man,” Yeonjun walked closer to Soobin, putting his hands on his friends' shoulders, “I can see it in the way you look at her dude, it’s not just about the sex anymore and with the way you dart across the room when another man looks at her? or how when she notices any other girl looks at you? have you not noticed how jealous she gets? how will she stand closer to you?” 

Soobin shook his head, “She doesn’t want me in that way.” 

Yeonjun nodded, “I still think you need to tell her, and I’m giving you until tomorrow night to say something, or else I’ll try and make a pass to her.” 

Yeonjun patted his back and then finally walked away. 

Soobin knew he was right, it’s time to say something. 

You stood outside their dorm building, the summer breeze felt warm against your skin. 

You checked the time on your phone, Soobin said to meet him here before returning back to the party but he’s once again running late. This isn’t like him. 

You finally catch Soobin walking over towards you but with another girl hooked up on his arm. 

Jealousy filled you. You looked away, shoving your hands into your jeans pockets, trying to shove down the feeling. “he’s not your boyfriend…Y/N…” You repeated the words in your head over and over again. You don’t have a right to be jealous. You’re not his girlfriend. 

“Soobinnie!” oh god you wanted to throw up, “my dorm is across the street there!” 

You glanced over at them, this girl was drunk and clearly trying to get Soobin in her bed. 

Soobin looked at you, and you quickly looked away. 

“Can you make it back there on your own?” He asked. 

You rolled your eyes. You knew how good Soobin was in bed, it shouldn’t surprise you he probably has been in other beds besides yours. 

“I may need some help…” you wanted to barf. 

“Hey,” you shouted, “you clearly aren’t drunk enough to try and get him in your room so you can obviously walk up there alone, okay?” 

Soobin’s eyes widen, he’s never seen you act like that before. 

“Is that your girlfriend or something?” the girl asked, “I knew you were too gorgeous to be single.” 

“He's single all right,” you mumbled to yourself. 

Soobin sighed, “I can’t go any further with you, I apologize.” 

The girl scoffs but eventually walks away. 

“What was with that attitude?” Soobin asked, giving you a sassy look. 

“She clearly was trying way too hard.” you softly snap, “it was way too obvious.” 

“Are you jealous?” Soobin teased, standing in front of you. 

You rolled your eyes, “no reason to be jealous, you’re not my—“

“Boyfriend, I know,” he said. You looked up at him and noticed the hurt in your eyes, “but maybe I should be.” 

“Wait, what?” you asked. 

Soobin looked away, “I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N. It’s not just about the sex anymore, I want all of you. My heart can’t take it anymore. If I see one more man try to make a pass at you, I'm going to lose it.” 

“Soobin…” you softly said his name. 

“God, I love the way you say my name…but I already know your response to this, that our relationship is strictly sex. We made that agreement a year ago and—“

“Soobin shut up and kiss me right now.” 

He looks deeply into your eyes and all you can see is the spark that lights up his entire being. 

His hands are on the sides of your face in an instant and his lips connected to yours. 

You’ve kissed him millions of times, but never like this. The last kisses have always been filled with lust, want, desire, temptation, and need. But this one was filled with…well, love. 

It was filled with so much love. 

“I’m in love with you, Soobin.” you whispered in between kisses, “and if one more damn woman looks at you with the desire that I have for you, I’ll commit murder.” 

He giggles against your lips, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” 

“As your girlfriend, I have a right to be.” 

“And as your boyfriend, I’ll allow you to be.”

You smiled against his lips, “I love you.” 

“I’ve loved you since the moment you let me lead you up those stairs, my heart has been yours since the beginning.”

[eyeheartboobiez]

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user1: never wanted to be a towel so bad

user2: so i see y/n liked his post… interesting

user3: y/n bro just take him atp

⤷ user4: sis never beating the dating allegations😭

user5: i need him in the worst way bro please

@bigdickgrayson: put a shirt on skank

⤷@rred_hood: a bit much coming from bludhaven’s resident whore

user6: idk why yall always so quick to jump to conclusions. all she did was like his damn post have some decorum guys🤦‍♀️

⤷user4: DICK RIDAAA🗣️🗣️

⤷user7: girl he is NAWT gonna pick you💀

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Y/N Y/LN's leaked music continues to give fans hints about her relationship status, completely against the artist's wishes (8/17/2022 3:27 PM PT)

Many listeners of the singer woke up to a great surprise this morning when an anonymous twitter account posted a link to one of Y/N Y/LN's unreleased songs.

For the past few months, fans have been speculating when the artist would release more music since having been in a rumored relationship with the proclaimed gotham elite, Jason Todd. The lyrics "Boys blowin' up my phone, They just ain't you" and "I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five, five-to-nine" give us a clear hint of what may be going on between the two, and fans were quick to catch on.

Much to the artist's dismay, however, the song’s chorus found it way over to tiktok with over 700,000 videos having used the audio already. Many users of the app have participated in a dance trend that has already seemed to be created.

Despite all the positive feedback directed towards the singer, Y/N was not hesitant to express her irritation for the invasion of privacy. After seeing the topic trending on twitter this morning, a post was made to her account stating:

@y/nforeal: Now who tf leaked my shit?? This why yall dont ever get any music outta me😐

After doing some digging, inside sources have come to the conclusion that Artemis Grace, singer and former girlfriend of Jason, played some part in unconsentually releasing the song. Even though the two artists work under the same record label, Artemis wouldn’t do something this crazy, right?

But to nobody’s surprise, it seems that the vengeful ex has a long history of being senseless. Jason has stated in the past that the main reason he ended things with her was because she liked to have constant "control" over him. In an interview last year, he made it very clear how unhappy he was with Artemis, saying:

"She was known for taking extreme measures to make sure I stayed tied down to her. I don't really wanna get into it, but she's always had an obsession with being in the star of things, and our relationship was no exception."

While both Todd and Y/LN have yet to clear the air regarding their rumored love affair, sources still firmly believe that something is going on between them to have inspired such a song. Still, whether they wanna admit it or not, they really are super cute together. ;)

i really didn't wanna make artemis the bad guy here but i needed a plotline dawg😭

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4401

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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@celesteheartsjey @magnificentbouquetmusic @partypoison00 @mselenalovebug

XVI.

OMNISCIENT Tiana was at work doing Bianca's nails for this upcoming event at WWE. She and Bianca were chatting and picking out dresses to match the color of her nails.

As they were doing that, Tiana turned her direction to someone pulling up to the shop; she didn't recognize the car.

But when she saw the person coming, she just rolled her eyes as Bianca turned her head, seeing that bitch Kehlani with a smirk on her face.

"Well, well, I didn't know you own this shop?" Kehlani said.

"Girl the fuck is you doing here?" Tiana asked as Kehlani threw her hands up in defense.

"I'm just here to get my nails done, girly pop; there's no need to get hostile." Tiana rolled her eyes while looking at Bianca.

Her eyes watched Kehlani walk around the place, touching stuff that she wasn't supposed to, and then she stopped seeing Polar Picks of her and Jey together.

She picked it up from the dresser. "These are cute. When did you all take them?" Tiana rolled her eyes, not answering her question because something didn't feel right. She grabbed her phone and texted Bianca.

IMESSAGE 💬 Tiana: girl something doesn't seem right. Breezy: wym? Tiana: she's just show up here randomly, ain't that weird and then she touching shit asking questions Breezy: yeah that's weird Tiana: If something goes down you got me right? Breezy: Ofcc Tink you know I got'chu

Tiana was finishing up Bianca's nails, curing the nails in the process as she went to position her hands into a pose to post on her Instagram page.

After doing that, Tiana began cleaning up her area and sanitizing it as Kehlani stood there in disbelief.

"Um, excuse me. I want my nails done, " she said as she put her hands out.

Tiana's facial expression scrunched up a bit as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

"Girl, I ain't doing yo' damn nails. Now get out. I got other clients coming," Tiana said sternly while continuing to clean up her area.

Kehlani stood there pissed as hell as she walked up on Tiana, but she had pushed her harshly, causing her to fall on the ground.

That's when they saw Malakai coming into the shop and "comforting" her while Tiana and Bianca stood there with their arms folded and rolled their eyes.

"Kai, I will have to' ass arrested for going against the restraining order." Malakai scoffed at her.

"Tink, you know you can't get rid of me, girl; I want you back, shit maybe have both of you." He said.

"Nigga fuck you." She cursed at him.

He walked towards her until Bianca came in his face pushing him away from Tiana, which pissed him off a bit as he grabbed Bianca up by her throat.

Kehlani ran up towards Tiana, trying to swing at her, but ended up getting snatched up by her as Tiana punched her in the face multiple times. She slammed Kehlani on the ground while getting on top of her, bashing her head on the ground.

Meanwhile, Bianca managed to break free from Kai's grip, grab her phone, and call Montez.

OTP Baby🩷: What's up mama? Boothang🫶🏽: Babe we need you here now like right now Baby🩷: slow down baby what is happening? Boothang🫶🏽: Malakai and Kehlani came up here starting shit he just choked me out and Tiana is beating the hell out of Kehlani so please hurry before things worse. Baby🩷: A'ight mama I'll be there quick just hold out a little bit longer.

CALLED ENDED.

After she ended the call, she saw blood on the floor. Hoping that Tiana didn't get hurt, she peeked to see what was happening between her and Kehlani, and to her surprise, Kehlani was on the floor bleeding while Tiana was still beating her brains out.

That's when Malakai took Tiana off of her and began dragging her by her hair, punching her in the face. Bianca was not having it as she pushed Kai off of Tiana, picking him up to do her KOD on his ass on the hardwood floor.

He groaned in pain, holding onto his back and going towards Tiana's aid as she saw blood dripping down from her face.

"Hold on, T Montez is coming, okay?" Bianca reassured her.

"You're just a broken bitch, Tink, and I blame your stupid ass friends for making you leave me." Malakai rasped while getting up from the floor.

He pulled out his gun, pointing it at both Bianca and Tiana, smirking in the process. "It's either you and Bianca die together or come with me." Tiana shook her head, standing up as she wiped the blood from her face.

"Fuck you, Kai; you are worth nothing to me anymore. I've moved on. Why can't you do the same?" She said, holding her stomach as she winced in pain.

"BECAUSE I LOVED YOU YO—YOU NEVER LOVED ME! HOW CAN A PERSON LIKE YOU BE SO PSYCHOTIC AND DELUSIONAL OF YOUR ACTIONS?!" Tiana cut him off before he could say anything.

"YOU ABUSED ME, PUT ME IN THE HOSPITAL, LET ALONE ALMOST KILLED ME THERE TOO IF I DIDN'T BE WITH YOU, AND NOW LOOK AT YOU THREATENING TO TAKE MY LIFE BECAUSE I DON'T WANNA BE WITH YOU!?" Bianca saw tears streaming down her best friend's face, along with blood.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, KAI! I HOPE YOUR ROT IN JAIL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" She continued to scream as they saw Montez call pulling up.

Before Malakai could pull the trigger, Montez sucker punched him in the face while taking his gun away from him. His gaze fixated on his wife and his best friend, Tiana, seeing tears streaming down her face.

He noticed that she had a cut on her shoulder, probably from Kehlani cutting her with something sharp. Tiana held her head as she felt like she was going to faint. She almost fell, catching herself.

Her vision was getting blurry as she fell on the floor head first. That's when Bianca came to her aid, shaking her.

"Tiana! Tiana! Wake up! Montez, call 911!" Bianca pleaded as she held onto Tiana.

Montez knocked out Malakai as he grabbed his phone, calling the ambulance and the police.

✧.* BIANCA We were at the hospital, sitting in a chair, waiting to hear from the doctor about Tiana's current condition. I was so worried about her that I texted Jey about the situation, and he said he'd be on his way.

Meanwhile, Montez comforted me, telling me that she'd be okay and that she was a strong girl. As he was doing that, we saw the doctor walking towards us as we stood up.

"Doctor, how is she?" I asked.

"She's doing fine. She had a few cuts on her body, but she's fine," Doctor Knox said.

I sighed, relieved that Tiana was okay. "You guys can go see her now." We both nodded our heads as we walked towards her room.

As we walked to her room, we knocked on the door and heard her answer so we could come in. I ran towards her, hugging her, and she did the same for me.

"My god! T I thought you were a goner girl." I said.

"Yeah, me too. Is Josh coming?" She asked.

"He's on his way to see you," Tiana nodded, and the room became silent for a moment.

"He's going to get what's coming to him, T don't worry, man," Montez said, breaking the silence.

"I pray that he goes to prison after this."

"We hope so too, T."

✧.* I stayed with Tiana, waiting on Joshua, as we were watching TV together on the screen. That's when we heard a soft knock on the door. Joshua came in with Tiana's favorite flowers. She was so lucky to have him.

I saw Tiana giving him a faint smile as he placed the flowers down on the table. He dabbed up Montez before putting the flowers down on the table.

"I can take it from here, and you can go home and get some rest," Jey said softly, and I nodded my head.

"A'ight then take care of my bestie," I said.

"Will do, ma'am." I chuckled at him while grabbing my purse since Montez was driving.

I gave Tiana one last hug before Montez, and I left the room, leaving them two alone.

TIANA Me and Jey were lying down in the hospital bed together as I was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while watching a movie together.

I gazed up at him, admiring his features as his eyes were focused on the movie. He could sense I was looking at him while he gazed down at me with his hooded eyes.

I looked away for a second, fiddling with my fingers, hearing him chuckle as he grabbed me by the chin, making me look at him.

He was so handsome he didn't even know. Jey placed his lips on my thick ones, slipping his tongue inside as we passionately kissed each other.

'This man drives me crazy. Why are we doing this in the hospital?'

He pulled me on top of him, now straddling his lap as my fingers ran through his mullet, and we continued passionately kissing.

Our tongues were fighting for dominance; obviously, he won, taking off my grown in the process while taking off his hoochie daddy shorts, including his PSD boxers.

We pulled away from each other to catch our breaths for a moment. As I looked down at his hardened member, the tip of his dick looked so pretty staring at me.

"You sure you wanna do this in the hospital?" I asked.

"I mean, it'll be the first time doing something in public." Jey said.

SMUT WARNING.

"Mama, don't be so loud before they think I'm in here killing you," Jey spoke into your ear softly, almost in a teasing tone in his voice.

You couldn't even comprehend what he was saying as you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning loudly.

He covered your mouth with his hand, hearing footsteps walking down the hallway as he continued to give you slow, deep strokes that were driving you insane.

The footsteps faded away as he removed his hand from your mouth, placing it in front of your throat while giving you his punishing strokes.

"Fuck Josh..." you moaned softly while looking back at him.

"Yeah, lemme' see that pretty ass face, mama.." you bit the bottom of your thick lips while maintaining eye contact with him.

Your walls were clenching around his dick as a groan escaped his lips, giving your ass a slight smack. He used his other hand to push your back down, making your back more arched while digging his dick deeper inside of your wet cunt.

Your face was now smudged into the pillow, and you felt all of the pressure. You felt so overwhelmed by him.

"Shit baby your pussy is so good." He grunted as he sped up his pace.

Jey, like the way you were looking right now, bent over as he watched his dick slide in and out of your hole. He threw his head in pleasure while tucking his teeth into his bottom lip, watching you take his dick.

"D-daddy shit.." you tried to slow down his movements by putting your hand on his stomach, but he slapped it away, gripping your throat a little tight, not trying to hurt you.

"Take this fucking dick Tink." He cupped your breast fucking you deeply; this dick was making you feel like you were on cloud nine right now.

Jey was digging your shit out, not giving a damn about how you're feeling about how he's fucking you. Hell, he didn't even care about people hearing yall like he did before.

While he abused your pussy he let go of your throat, giving you a moment to breathe, gripping onto your hips and pounding into you.

"Joshhh god you're so deep inside of me fuck." You moaned. You were in a daze, feeling tired out.

"C'mon, throw that shit back on me, make me nut in this pussy, ma." You did what you were told to do matching his movements while throwing it back on him.

Skins were slapping against each other, along with y'all moans and groans sounded the room.

"This pussy feels good, Daddy?" Jey liked the way you were sweet talking to him as his eyes darkened while his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"Fuck mama, this is the best pussy I ever been in girl keeping going mama I'm almost there." He rasped, seeing sweat dripping from his toned body.

You continue to throw it back on him despite your back hurting. You keep going just for him as he circles his hips to match your movements.

You felt your legs tighten as you looked back at Josh, who was gazing down at you. "You finna cum mama?" You nodded your head, feeling him spank you once again. "Use your words, princess; let Daddy know what's up."

"Fuck imma finna cum Josh, I'm finna cum." you warned him as his dick kept hitting your spot so good.

"Mhm c'mon, you got it, baby. Give me that shit." Jey demanded as he pushed his dick deep inside of you, hitting your cervix.

You let out a loud moan as you came all over him, coating his dick with your essence, but you knew he wasn't done yet.

He continued to give you these punishing strokes, trying to fill you up like filling the inside of a donut, throwing his head back while looking down at his view.

Your ass was his perfect view.

Slapping your ass a few times, causing you to winch a little watching his facial expressions change while he was in it.

"God, you're so perfect, Tiana...so perfect for me." Jey groaned, feeling his dick twitch inside of you.

After Jey gave a few more deep strokes inside of your gushy insides, he pushed his dick deep inside of you, filling you up well.

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head as he groaned in the process. Pulling out of you and seeing his seed dripping out from you.

SMUT OVER.

Jey and I were trying to catch our breaths. I saw his tatted chest heaving up and down while mine was doing the same.

My legs were shaken violently as he took notice and rubbed my thighs, trying to calm them down from the intense orgasm I had.

"You okay, mama?" He asked.

"I'm fine, love. I hope we weren't loud." I said as me and him chuckled at each other.

✧.* JEY Tiana was discharged from the hospital while she was getting her bags before we headed out to the crib. I wasn't going to let this slide with ol' boy he's going to get was coming to him for doing this.

Kehlani, too. They had no right to come up there and mess with her. It did make me sad seeing her all stitched up from the cuts that she had.

We were in the car listening to some music from Tiana's playlist, and my gaze was fixed on her. She was quiet while looking out the window.

I know she is having flashbacks of being in a hospital again, knowing that he had done this before.

I firmly squeezed her left thigh, getting her attention as she looked at me.

"How are you feeling baby?" I asked.

"I'm okay, Josh. I just want to be with you and sleep. I don't want to think about what happened, " she said.

I nodded my head, understanding her and what she was going through with the crazy dude I interviewed. I pressed my fingers into hers, giving her hand a kiss and focusing on the road.

I saw her phone light up, and it seemed like a message as she unlocked it to see who had texted her.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🫶🏽🤭: Hey girl are you okay? I heard what happened. Tiana: Yeah, I'm okay but not mentally there if you understand Trin🫶🏽🤭: well you have us if you need someone to talk to including your future husband 💁🏽‍♀️ Tiana: stooop Trinity 😭😭😭 Trin🫶🏽🤭: what I'm just saying yall need to get married but first need to get that little boy Malakai is it? In jail. Tiana: i totally agree with you honestly. Trin🫶🏽🤭: imma let you go so can get some rest text me if you need anything okay? Tiana: I will 🫶🏽

We finally made it to my crib since she didn't want to go home as i turned off the ignition while getting out the car going to her side.

I opened her door for her, and she smiled at me as I walked out. I closed the door before pressing the button twice, making sure the doors were locked.

I couldn't help but peek at her ass cheeks, giving me flashbacks of what happened. We both walked inside the house as Tiana placed her bags on the couch while holding onto the wall and taking off her shoes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, scooping her up in the process. I walked towards the couch, sitting down, with her straddling on my lap.

She kept her arms wrapped around my neck, maintaining eye contact. Then, she lay on my tatted chest, listening to my heartbeat.

I turned on the TV, putting something on, and saw her gaze up at me. As I gazed down at her, I could read her facial expressions, which indicated that she wanted to vent to me about something.

"What's up mama?"

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing important, love." Tiana said softly while focusing on the TV.

I grabbed her by the chin, and she gazed up at me again with her innocent deer eyes. "You can talk to me about tink. I'm right here; you don't have to hide from me." Hearing her sigh in the process, she sat up straight.

"I'm just really tired of this, Josh; I'm tired of Kai messing with me, threatening my life and the people close to us. I hate feeling tortured by him looking over my shoulders, wondering if I'm safe. It's killing me mentally and emotionally, Josh." She vented, seeing tears forming in her eyes.

This broke my heart. I don't like it when she is like this. I grabbed her face, rubbing my large hands against her cheeks before placing a kiss on her thick lips.

"Princess, I promise I'm going to be there for you every single step of the way throughout all of this." I reassured her, kissing her lips one more time.

"I ain't going nowhere baby." She smiled at me while hugging me tightly, and I did the same.

"I love you so much Joshua." Tiana said.

"I love you too ma."

✧.* After I put Tiana to bed, I walked downstairs to the living room, grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and called Jon and Montez.

OTP Jey: we have to end this or things will get worst not only for Tiana put us as well. Twin📌: do you know where he stay at? Jey: yeah I do I looked on Kehlani's story seems like they're at his crib Montez: does Tiana know about this? Jey: Nah she doesn't but this dude deserves a beat down after what he did to her and Bianca. Twin📌: we all riding in the same car together right? Jey: yeah ofc I'll just come get yall fasho Montez: ight we will be waiting

CALLED ENDED.

I turned off my phone before grabbing my car keys as I headed out the door, locking it while I unlocked my car door, then went inside, shutting the door behind me.

I started the ignition switch on pulling out of the driveway to go pick up Jon and Montez because I needed this to end I want his ass in Jail. Hell, I even wish his parents to go to jail as well for letting him continue this shit.

If I had told her that I was on my way to beat the living breaks off her ex, she probably would've told me that it was a waste of my time and not to worry about him, but I couldn't when he put her in the hospital.

I was smoking a blunt that I had in my glove department, giving it a few puffs before putting it down and focusing on the road. I had a lot of things on my mind seeing her mentally exhausted from all of this.

I was going to do him bad give him all the pain that he gave to Tiana, Kehlani can see her way out of it.

I picked up Jon and Montez as we were all in the car together, smoking the same blunt I had in my hand, passing it around.

We pulled up at his crib, seeing them outside as I parked on the side of the house. I saw Kehlani and him chatting it up along with his boys; they both saw me come up on the porch with Jon and Montez.

"Jey? What the fuck are you doing here?" Kehlani questioned.

"Yo' ass might wanna head inside the house, Lani, unless you wanna get hurt," I said, fixing my gaze at Malakai.

She looked up at Kai and then back at me before heading inside the house, watching from the window. I walked up to him, standing my ground, eyeing him down.

"You better get out of my face, bum." He threatened as I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Nah fuck boy yo' ass is finna get handled after what you did to Tiana I pray yo' go to jail after I'm done with'chu." I pushed him harshly, causing him to fall on the ground.

His boys helped him up as he pushed me harshly, but I didn't move an inch as I gave him my right hook to the face seeing his boys trying to jump me, but that didn't work as Jon and Montez started beating the shit out of them.

I grabbed him up by the shirt socking him in the face as he tried to fight me off of him I was not playing around this time.

I looked up, seeing Kehlani's facial expression change into a fearful one. Knowing how I got, I felt him punch me in my stomach as I winched in pain "damn, this fool caught me slipping." Seeing Jon and Montez slamming them on the hard concrete floor.

Malakai punched me in my mouth as I held it, noticing blood that was on my fingers. He had busted my bottom lip, seeing him smirking.

"Yeah, bitch ass bum, how you like that?" Malakai taunted in a cocky tone.

I ran up to him, punching him in his stomach as well as in the face. Picking him up, I slammed him into concrete and started punching his head in.

He was covering himself knowing that he couldn't beat my ass like I can with him I got up from as I kicked him in his stomach harshly.

"I hope yo' ass go to jail after violating the restraining orders and for domestic violence." I rasped before spitting on him.

I saw Kehlani coming out with a gun pointing at me, which almost made me chuckle a bit at her while placing my hands on my hips.

"You goin' to shoot me, Lani? You barely even know this dude, and you wanna shoot me?"

"Fuck you, Jey. I told you I was sorry for cheating on you bu—but yo' ass continued to cheat and be on my ass about everything." I cut her off before she could say anything.

I knew that she didn't have the guts to shoot me. She was only doing it for him because I was whooping her "man's" ass.

Montez was able to grab the gun from her hand as he called the police. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, grabbed it from my pocket, and saw that Tiana was calling me.

I didn't pick up because I'd heard the police sirens coming this way as they parked their car in front of mine.

"Hello boys, what seems to be the issue here?" The Policemen asked.

We explained to them about the situation, and they understood entirely as they put Malakai and his boys into handcuffs, dragging them along to the back of their car.

They let Kehlani off the hook. For now, Montez gave the policemen Malakai's gun, and we all got in my car before I drove off.

After dropping off Jon and Montez, I finally pulled up to the crib, seeing the living room lights on. I knew that Tiana was up, probably waiting for me.

I turned off my ignition switch in the car, pulling my keys out in the process. I walked towards the door, unlocked it, and saw Tiana sitting there with her arms folded.

She stood up, walking towards my way, and I saw her wearing my long shirt along with her cheeky underwear on as she pushed me a little.

"Do you know how many times I was calling you Josh? What the fuck happened to your face?" She questioned me, monitoring the features on my face.

"I'm sorry, mama. I had to handle some things, ight?" I said, trying to read her facial expression; she wasn't buying it.

"Josh, don't play dumb with me. What happened?" I sighed, explaining to her the situation and why I hadn't answered her calls as she stood there listening to me.

She popped me upside my head as I winched in pain, giving her a stern look. "Damn, ma, you ain't have to pop me like I'm a damn kid now." I was rubbing the back of my head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak off like that without letting me know, Josh." Tiana said, pouting.

She looked cute pouting like that I just knew how to make it up to her. I scooped her up by her thighs, taking her upstairs to my bedroom.

I placed her gently down on the bed, pinning her down while gazing down at her.

"You know you look cute when you pout?" I said, kissing her on the lips.

"Whatever, you ain't slick boy." She said.

"Ion' know what you are talking about, mama."

She chuckled at me. "You tryna sweet talk me into some pussy aren't you?" I shrugged my shoulders at her.

"Maybe, maybe, not, mama, that's what you're thinking." She wrapped her arms around my neck as our faces were inches away from each other.

She placed a soft kiss on my lips gazing up at me I responded to the kiss grabbing her throat firmly sticking my tongue inside of her mouth.

I snaked my available hand towards her area, rubbing her now wet folds before sticking my finger inside of her.

"You know this dick be making you dumb mama." I said, continuing to rub her folds, sticking two fingers inside of her.

I saw her back arched at my touch as I stroked her pussy out with my fingers seeing her trembling.

"S-shit, Josh..." she moaned softly.

"C'mon lemme' beat that shit in."

Under Your Touch.

A/N: wow I hope Malakai finally gets what's coming to him and that is JAILLLL wonder how Kehlani is going to feel about it.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

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   "Alright y'all this is a practice match no need to waste energy recklessly. Atsumu if you keep arguing you'll be warming the bench." You sigh walking over to Karasuno's managers.

    You introduced yourself. "Hey I'm (y/n), the manager." The brunette smiled slightly. "Hello I'm Kiyoko and this is Yachi." The smaller girl waved, you returned the gesture. "Having to handle a team of rowdy teenage boys is tough; that's why I got myself an assistant."

   You sigh dramatically. "Yeah but I couldn't do that to someone else." You both laugh as she takes in your appearance. "I like your outfit." You thank her, it wasn't nothing much just a white tank and some gray biker shorts.

   You expected to be moving around a lot, critiquing the boys and helping them get the balls; and no offense to the pretty girl but it was too hot to be wearing a damn tracksuit. You excused yourself heading almost across the court to get some water from the sports cooler.

   "I'm Daichi, the captain." A voice interrupts your sip holding a hand out. You shook his hand, the firmness of his grip had you thinking of other things as you stared at it. "I'm (y/n), the manager of Inarizaki." You look up catching him smile.

   "Ah I don't recall seeing you at the tournament; I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours." His smile so smooth and voice so deep you almost forgot you were 'working.' You giggled playing with the end of your twist.

   "Oh nah, I couldn't come I had some business to attend." He looks you up and down. "Aw that's a shame I would've loved to see you watching me win." You nudge his peck slyly trying to get a feel of his muscle, which he caught on.

   "You don't even know me." He smirks. "You could've been my good luck charm; I would've pinpointed you out." You laugh, face heating up as you tsked. "Stop playin." He looked at you pulling out his phone asking for your insta which you obliged.

   "Ayoo manager practice is over!" Kita yells out from somewhere in the gym. Daichi waves you off with a "I'll text you later." You grin waving back.

   "Soo manager what were you talking about with Karasuno's captain?" Atsumu poked. You sigh looking over him. "Nunya business." "They were flirting, laughing. She probably gave him her number." Another person giggled.

   "Suna how many girls are you cheating on? How many baby mamas? Ohh thought so with yo toxic ass, mind ya business stay on that phone." He hissed raising his hands in surrender. "Yo Aran you better get yo girl, she acting out."

   The bus laughs as you both tsk; You telling the boys to shut up and Aran looking out the window, face indifferent.

—

   "So you tryna make me look dumb now?" You were questioned as you set your shoes by the door and your bag on the couch. "Excuse me?" You continue down the hall until you're grabbed by the hand. "You excused."

   You snatch your hand from the boys hold. "Aran...boy don't play." He sneered at you. "Little girl don't play with me right now. The fuck you doing flirting with our rival team, making me look mad dumb earlier."

   Scoffing, you continue to your bedroom. "Boy…first of all don't little girl me, second i wasn't flirting, and third ain't nobody making you look dumb." He followed right behind you. "How the fuck does it look when my girl is fucking touching another nigga chest?"

   "As far as I'm concerned im single... You made it very clear this was a situationship, so I can do whatever I want." You shrug. His brows knit up as he jerks you back, pressing you up against a wall, hand pinned to your throat.

   "(Y/n), bruh, you gon learn to stop fuckin with me." You push at him, he didn't budge so you suck your teeth. "Don't bruh me, I ain't your brother or one of your little friends."

   "You stay trying me. Bet." He let you go before pulling his shirt over his head. "Undress. Get in the bed." You did what he said not wanting him to throw a fit.

   You couldn't lie to yourself you was getting hot, and you loved making Aran mad but his ass was gonna have to learn to be direct with you or you'd bust it open for whomever you wanted...and Daichi was kinda fine.

   He sat at the head of your bed only in his briefs as he stared at you, stroking his dick from the outside. You bit your lip, he was trying to bait you but it wasn't gonna work today, you were too stubborn.

   "Whatchu at my crib for anyways? Ain't you got stuff to do? Girls to play with?" You study him, arms crossed making your boobs press together, he licked his lips slowly eyeing you. You almost creamed.

   He sucked his teeth. "Man (y/n) why you gotta play so much?" He pulled you forward onto his lap as you retaliate, pressing your finger to the side of his temple. "I don't be playin with you Aran, in fact you be testing me." He smirk, hands resting on your hips.

   "So that's why you tryna make me jealous?" "I ain—" you’re interrupted by your phone notifications going off and Aran is quick to grab it before you, reading the message aloud.

   "You got niggas texting you now?...'So wassup do you want a relationship or a fwb cuz I'm down for whatever'...?" He paused staring at your phone then at you before putting it back on the nightstand.

   "So wassup with you? You ain't tell this man we together?" You shrug. "Cuz we not." His eyebrows are furrowed as his hand is once again on your neck. "Yo lips so pretty but all you do is talk shit. Suck my dick, do something useful."

   You pull his briefs down lowkey marveling in it. His dick was a pretty two tone brown his tip the lighter shade as it stood at 8 inches, fat and heavy. Your thumb ran across his tip spreading the pre so his dick looked like it had a nice glaze.

You kitten lick the tip hearing him hiss. "Cmon now suck this dick like you mean it." He watch your tongue curl around his tip before going down getting his whole dick wet as you fondled his balls.

Y'all maintained eye contact when you lifted off of him, rubbing his tip against your puffy lips before spitting. It ran down his length, you rubbed it in twisting your fist around him. His eyes rolled back, letting out loud groan, you plunge down taking him all in.

"S-shit that's what 'm talkin bout." He looked at you observing how your lips puckered around his dick, biting his lip. You moaned the sound rumbling through Aran's core. He pulled you off of him kissing you deeply, his tongue dominating yours.

You pull away, getting air, a string of saliva connecting you both. He drags you onto his lap, hand going to your soaked pussy as he placed hickeys on your neck and shoulders. "Why you do this to me girl? You like how I fuck you when I'm mad?"

Letting out a heavy sigh you bit your lip, his fingers rubbing in between your folds, circling your clit. "Yea but you gon have to start claiming me or I'll find someone who will." He stared you in the eyes nodding his head a soft "Bet." leaving his plump lips.

   It happened so fast, you arched your stomach on the bed, Aran behind you. You could feel his print in between your cheeks as he plays with the globes of your ass. He moved his dick rubbing it against your pussy teasing you.

   His tip repeatedly bumped your clit, you were beyond horny but you couldn't give in so quickly, especially when his tip caught your hole almost going in. "Fuck Aran if you don't fuck me right now imma call over Daichi. I ain—"

   The air is knocked out of your lungs, his dick sat inside of you uncomfortably, his tip pressing your cervix. Your back is arched deeper from the pain. He bent over your form, hand snaking your throat, biting your shoulder before he growled out.

   "Yo (y/n) fuck allat shit. Must think it's fun to play with me or something, speaking another nigga name while my dick in you." You finally caught your breathe one of your hands reached back to push him away a little as you cried out.

   "Fuck you hittin my cervix Daddy~ 'm sorry, 'm sorry." He chuckled sarcastically, gyrating his hips making you inhale sharply. "Ohh you sorry now? Gon stop fuckin around?" You mutter yes's and sorry's. He pulled out a bit, you could breathe now, he kissed your cheek then your mouth sloppily.

   He slowly circled his hips, the wet slapping sounds made you heat up, you moaned as the pain that once stifled your lower stomach turned into pleasure. He kissed the few tears that fell down your soft face. "That's what I thought."

   Your pride rolled its eyes internally as you whine. "It's not fair you can talk to other people but I can't." You hear him suck his teeth, feeling a particularly sharp thrust. "I ain't entertaining nobody."

   You didn't say anything but it's like he could hear your inner thoughts. He sat up hands gripping your waist ramming into you making you lurch forwards gripping your sheets as you moan.

   "This all yo dick baby, you don't gotta trip." He felt you tighten around him. "You like hearing me say that baby? This yo dick. All of it." You continue to moan, you tried not to release so quickly, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

   "M yours too Daddy~ 'm sorry f-for talking to him." Your eyes roll, so close to the edge, Aran could feel the sporadic clenching of your pussy making him grin, slowing a little to precisely hit your sweet spot.

    "Yea baby I know. And when I tell you don't talk to another nigga unless I let you—" You trembled, your orgasm was gonna hit you hard, you both knew that as Aran continued hitting your spot with precision. "I! Mean! That! Shit!"

   "A-aran~ fuck fuck fuck!" You buckled, pussy squeezing Aran's dick tightly, your body flopped forward, trembling, ass in the air still. Aran pulled out jerking his dick off, three pumps later You hear him groan, feeling warm splotches fall on your ass. "Ahhh~ fuucck!"

  Your eyes felt heavy, hearing movement in the back before soon feeling a cool sensation, Aran was wiping you down from your slick in between your thighs to his cum on your backside. When the rag left your body you fully laid in the bed, Aran coming to lay behind you, throwing the cover over y’all in the now cold room.

   He pressed his head into your shoulder. "We been together together. I just didn't know you wanted labels 'n shit." You sigh. "Aran you are a fine ass black athlete bitches are gonna throw themselves at you regardless.”

You continue. “It may be my insecurity talkin but I would feel comfortable knowing that some would back off if they knew we was official; to know I’m the only person you messin’ with."

   "Bet." He pulled out his phone snapping a picture.

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datboyaran: she's mine im hers and we'll beat someone tf up. @you

—

   He turned to face you kissing you softly. "We official now. So drop that fuck nigga from earlier." You smile wrapping your arms around his waist.

   "I wasn't gon text him back anyways."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[kis3memore]

Wicked Games

introduction, chapter 1

Summary: Chris is suffering from a nasty addiction and is desperate to find the right person to help him get out of it.

Warnings: slight smut, male receiving, cursing, drug use, alcohol use

WELCOME!! I was scared to post this, but then I was like, you know what? fuck it let’s do it. Anyway, this is my first EVER series on here I’m excited and nervous at the same time!

I hope you all enjoy this introduction!.. ig I’ll call it that.

...

"Watch your teeth," Chris tells the girl who is currently on her knees in front of him, she looks up at him as he grabs a fist full of her hair guiding her head up and down. He throws his head back, "Fuck, there we go, much better,"

He looked back down at the girl as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his penis, making him groan. "Come on, don't tease me," He huffed, turning his head towards the door as he heard shuffling and laughter. He looked back at the girl who was still going to town on him and let his eyes roll to the back of his head, leaning his head back and looked up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy as his vision started to spin and all the laughter from the other side of the door seem far away.

Of course, it was edibles, a joint, and only who knows how many shots he was gone. But to him, he felt amazing, like nothing would feel better than how he felt right now. He loved every minute of his high and wished it would never go away, but it did, and that's when he turned miserable again.

He does take knowledge of his bad addiction, every time he thinks about it he feels about cleaning up and staying sober, but he always ends up not taking his own advice. What's terrible is that he blames people for his addiction, "nobody cares to even help me sober up or even care to encourage me to stop," He felt alone in this world and is in desperate need of someone to save him, he doesn't care who he just wants that somebody to care about him.

His high was ruined when the girl on her knees in front of him decided to scrape her teeth on him once again, he winced looking down at her, "Yeah, you're done here," He pushed her off of him earning a confused look from her. He picked up his pants, buttoning them back up, "Go bite someone else's dick," He hated when his high was ruined, it put him in a bad mood, but that didn't stop him from getting high again.

He walked out of the room, leaving the girl shocked, probably still on her knees. He didn't care.

"Smoke some, drink some pop one"

The song blasts through the house, which holds a party every year school starts. The house belongs to one of the popular hockey players, who invites Chris to every party he hosts. This is the time and place where Chris can easily let loose. He makes his way back to the corner where he always goes with his best buddy, Nate.

"Oh wow, that was quick," Chris laughed, eyeing the joint that was held in between Nate's fingers, "Give me that," He pointed to it. Nate shook his head, moving it away from him, "Nah, you stole my first one. You ain't taking this one," Chris's face dropped, "I almost got my dick eaten off, and you're seriously doing this to me?" Nate's eyes widened as he heard what Chris told him, but then he laughed, shaking his head.

"This is legit the second time you almost went dickless," Nate said to him. Chris looked away from him, watching people walk in and out of the house, "Just give me that damn blunt," He heard Nate scoff, taking another hit before passing it to Chris, who gladly took it from his hand, "Thats what I thought," Taking a hit immediately, Nate shakes his head eyeing him as he does so. The look he gives Chris is mixed with concern and disgust, He's worried about his best friend's health and his addiction, but also disgusted with himself, the guilt he feels washes through him constantly as he is always the one to supply him with stuff and never has the guts to say no.

Chris looked back at the crowd behind him, his eyes landed on someone he couldn't stand, and his face turned sour from even looking at him. Taking one last hit, he passed the blunt back to Nate.

"Life of the party arrived," Chris said, turning his head again towards where "the life of the party" was. Mateo Hansley, on the football team, everyone knows him, but Chris despises him ever since he found out his ex was cheating on him with him. To this day, his ex still tries her all to get him back, and he sometimes finds himself considering it, but Nate pushes him back from it, telling him it's not a good idea, "Oh how cute, I'm surprised his stuck up girlfriend is not with him," Chris looked back at Nate, "Who's that?" He asked him.

"You don't know? Y/n Laurier, snobby little bitch, cheer team," He still didn't have a clue, squinting at Nate, who sighed, looking over at Mateo, "Best friends with the girl you took to the room over there," Chris now had his eyebrows raised, "Damn well, I hope she knows her bestie loves to bite off dicks," Nate laughs at him shaking his head, finishing off the blunt before he gets up from his seat, patting Chris's shoulder, "Lucky you still have yours,"

"Come on mister I'm always feining, I think we need some air and maybe touch some grass while we're at it," Nate said to him as he began to walk through the crowd and towards the door that led to the back yard, Chris rolled his eyes. "I think I'm okay," He muttered, taking the seat where Nate was sitting before he got up. He observed the crowd in front of him, looking at the people dancing, taking shots, smoking, and seeing people making out with one another.

"You look lonely," He sat up straight and looked around, trying to figure out if he actually heard that or if it was just his high messing with him, but no, he found someone actually sitting next to him, A girl he had never seen before, she looked at him with raised eyebrows, he looked back at her with the same expression, he opens his mouth to say something back but she beats him to it, "I'm real, and I'm really sitting next to you" She laughs at him, he does the same rubbing his forehead while shaking his head.

"Um, are you okay?" He snaps back to reality for a bit, looking behind her at the group of girls taking shots together, the girl next to him stays staring at him, waiting for him to speak, Wow this guy is high in the clouds, her mind said. "Oh yeah, I'm perfect! Also, I’m not alone I'm with my friend," He smiled at her answering her question, watching her nod awkwardly, You can just get up and walk away you know.

He wondered why she was still sitting here, getting annoyed a bit. "So, like, the real question is, what are you doing here alone?" he asked her this time. Her eyes traveled all the way down to his shoes, examining him like he were some object. He looked away from her quickly, biting his lip so that he wouldn't curse her out.

"I'm not alone I'm actually with my boyfriend, but who knows where he is right now," She shrugged letting out a breath, he looked at her suspiciously now, "And who's that?" The question came out of his mouth slowly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Mateo Hansley," She answered, and he widened his eyes. Speak of the devil, holy shit.

"I need to touch some grass," he mutters before getting up quickly and walking away. She sits there confused, watching him walk out the door leading to the backyard. "Stoner," she shook her head but then shrugged. Standing on her feet now, she continues to search for her boyfriend.

…

oh wow, yall read the whole thing???? was it good at least???

thank you so much for reading the introduction to my first series!! it’s short i know, but the chapters will be long, let me know what you guys think of it so far!

[leahsripley]

LATINA HEAT: RHEA RIPLEY

chapter two: the new Judgment Day "Distract her."

"Here is your winner of the 2024 women's elimination chamber match, Liv.. Morgannnn!" The referee lifted Liv's hand, who collapsed to her knees.

The biggest smile on her face as she mocked a disoriented Becky on the mat. Making fake tears towards her.

"I told yall eLIVination chamber!" She laughed at the camera, "Oh and Rhea.." She smirks. "I'm coming for you.. Watch me!"

She flips her hair and turns to the crowd but we barely get to see her when the TV suddenly turns to a black screen.

I chew on catering's brownies and slowly turn my head towards Rhea. She turns towards me.

We stare at eachother. I clear my throat and speak first.

"I told you to take that revenge tour seriously."

Rhea scoffs. "It's not that serious."

I frown. "Rhea, baby, you injured that girl. Anybody in her shoes would want revenge." Rhea chuckles.

"I get it! But take everything that I love?" She laughs and holds onto her championship. "She'll learn the hard way, just like Nia tonight, that nobody can take this from me."

I raise an eyebrow and suddenly realize something. "But why does she keep saying everything you love? Why not just the title.."

Rhea shrugs. "Dunno. Of course she's obsessed with titles after I took out Raquel and cost her the tag ones."

I hiss. "That was out of pocket." Rhea sighs. I place a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, make that face.. you know I understand why you did it."

She smiles. I grab the remote from Rhea's lap. "Maybe we should turn the TV back on.." I lean towards her.

"It's Damian and Finn's match. Now we can't miss them kicking asses." Rhea smirks.

"Yeah! The night is gonna belong to us.." She bites her bottom lip, tilting her head.

I smile at her words. "I'm still so pissed that you couldn't make it to the chambers." I huff and cross my arms.

"Yeah.. Stupid Becky." I mumble.

"Taking me out on my qualifying match was real smart of her, until she realizes that i'm gonna bash her fucking head in soon."

Rhea giggles. "And they say i'm unhinged."

I shrug. "We both are honey. I honestly can't wait for you to beat Nia later and make all of Australia proud."

I pull Rhea in for a big hug— wrapping my arms around her shoulders tight. She lets out a slightly shaky chuckle.

"Y-Yeah." She mumbles. I feel something is wrong when I pull back, but shrug it off.

I turn the TV on. "Aw man we missed their entrances." Damian and Finn and New Catch Republic were already in the ring.

Dominik trashtalking the fans booing him..

I look towards Rhea who seems in her own world, fingers fidgeting in her lap. When she catches me staring, she blinks.

We make eye-contact for a good thirty seconds. Rhea was the first one to look away.

But I wish she never shifted those blue eyes away from my emeralds.

I smile and look back at the screen.

—

"I still can't believe the Judgment Day is.. gone." Rhea whispers breathlessly, leaning against the blank gym wall infront of me.

Ain't no better way to get over a breakup, than by going to the gym.

I drop my last set of dumbbells, panting and grab my bottle of water. "It's not like we didn't hear about their plans for us."

She shrugs. "Yeah but looking back on it.. What if Dominik and Finn actually pitched the idea and planned this from day on-"

I stop her rant by nearly spitting out my damn water.

I cough. "Rhea-" I place down my bottle next to our bags. "Now, now let's not rewrite history. Finn probably has nothing to do with Dominik."

 I place my hands on my hips. "Dom was just a little.." I  too obsessed with the idea of becoming this generation's Eddie Guerrero."

Rhea doesn't laugh and rubs over her forearm.

I clear my throat. "Well he looks more like a cheap wannabe but whatever Liv finds in him." Rhea snaps her head up.

"And you." I lift my hands up in defense, ready to mumble the next part to myself. "Even though i'll never understand you girls."

I walk over to Rhea and lean a hand against the wall, tilting my head. "But what makes you say that?" She pouts.

"The idea of splitting us up, I don't know.. It just came out of nowhere." She crosses her arms. "Like.." She turns her head. "We were doing good as a faction. Atleast that's what I- we, me and Damian, thought."

I chew on my bottom lip. "Maybe that's where it went wrong." Rhea lowers her head, scratching the back with her nails.

"Maybe Finn personally felt like he wasn't doing good enough with you two.. Since he stayed with the other bozos." 

Rhea cracks a laugh and I smile, completing the mission. "But I thought we agreed on no mention about The Judgment Day while we are at the gym?"

"I know.. But my breakup is still fresh-" I press a finger against her lips, shushing her.

"Shh. One more mention of Dom and i'm tracking him down to give him a piece of my mind."

She blinks. "So you never liked him." She mumbles in a tone that confirms the thoughts she's had for a while.

—

"So she is apart of The Judgment Day now?" Dominik scoffs as Rayna falls on the couch. In the most dramatic way.

I chuckle then pat Dom's cheek. "Atleast put a smile on this beautiful face of yours."

I grab his chin to twist his face towards me, which usually would bring a smile to his features, but this time his eyes were somewhere else.

Glaring at his fellow Hispanic comfortably sprawled on the soft cushion covering the couch. With the less care in the world for Dominik.

Atleast they shared the same hatred, I thought.

"I know that you don't get along with her.." I stare at Rayna longer, then back to Dom. "Okay, you don't like her."

He pouts. "But all i'm asking is that you respect her. You have no idea how fucking excited I am to work with my idol!"

I bounce on my feet and grab his shoulders which he cracks a smile and sighs. "Fine.. Just know that I will only respect her because of you."

Dominik gives one last glare towards Rayna. One of pure disgust.

Then he grabs my hips and swings me forward— pressing a kiss to my forehead. One that lasted longer than usual.

Like he was proving something. Making a point.. I wasn't sure why though-

He pulled away and snickered. "I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back, Mami." He whispers before walking past me.

Towards the door, and finally leaving. I smile in the most ridiculous way and look back towards Rayna.

Absolutely glaring the hell outta that door.

I guess she has beef with the furniture now too..

—

"Rhea, c'mon let's be fair. Your man never liked me and I still don't know why to this day." I run my fingers through my hair.

"Anyway I think he's a pussy so.." Rhea bumps my shoulder.

I hiss. "What?" I defend myself. "I ain't never met a man who's had his balls so shoved up his ass that he can't even get them out just once to defend himself."

Rhea groans and I walk over to my bag, zipping it close. I take one last sip of my water bottle. "You don't think so?"

"What?" Rhea looks at me confused. I roll my eyes, grabbing her gym bag and tossing it at her. She catches it in time.

"That he's a pussy." She doesn't answer me and even walks past, to grab her phone. "These days, it's not just a thought. It's a fact."

While checking her phone, she mumbles to herself and I can only hear the last part clearly enough. "I'm not answering that."

I frown. "Why do you keep defending Dominik? Seriously nobody is holding you at gun point."

Her eyes lift up from her screen and she puts on a fake smile. "Haha. Very funny." She tucks her phone in her pocket.

"Damian is coming to get me. I'll see you on RAW then.. Y'know, when i'll have to face the new 'It Couple of WWE'."

The nickname rolls off her tongue with such difficulty I thought she was gonna gag while saying it.

The amount of disgust that tone had towards LivDom was nearly concerning.

Besides who even called them that? They only recently catched feelings for eachother.

Geez..

I swallow awkwardly the lump of saliva in my mouth and nod. "See you on.." Rhea leaves before I can even finish.

"Monday then. Nos vemos.." I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. See you..

I also nearly forgot to get my phone before leaving, but thankfully it warned my with two new notifications.

One from Liv..

Liv: Feelin' good rn😝

What the fuck..

Livvy😇

Rayna: LMAOO!! how'd you find that shirt??

Liv: Want the link? 😜

Liv: Fanmade.. Sum of them are quick y'know.

Rayna: Figured and yeah. lol.

Liv: I could've! But Daddy Dom rlly liked this one sooo.. Ofc I had to buy it!😇

Who the fuck asked his opinion?

Rayna: Ha.. Cool.

Rayna: Oh! How was the bar btw?

Liv: OMG! It was AMAZING. The boys are so fun to hang out with too.

Liv: Rlly you should've come, it was so fun!

Rayna: Ik but next time!

I was about to end the discussion there when..

Liv: Drunk Daddy Dom is such a turn on too.. 😉

I never wanted to slam my phone so hard against the floor more than right now.

Now what-

Incoming call from Roman.

Ok now I nearly dropped it on the floor this time.

I declined the call and texted him instead.

Roman🔞

Rayna: What do you want now?

Roman: Isn't it obvious?

Rayna: Then no.

Roman: I ain't seen you in weeks Ray.

Rayna: Exactly. Thankfully too.

Roman: We gonna pretend you ain't moaning my name everytime I see you?

Rayna: Yes. We really should.

Rayna: Btw i'm not free for the next few weeks.

Roman: Sure. Keep pretending that you ain't kept those feelings for me.

Roman: It'll just be better when I see you again.

Rayna: Haha. Bye.

I closed his contact, not in the mood lately for him.

To of course being spammed with yet another message from Liv.. But it particularly caught my attention.

Liv: Oh.. We should also prob discuss for this next monday's plans. We need you to distract Rhea.

Distract Rhea?

—

"We all will." The crew came into view, surrounding Finn. I roll my eyes and lean against the wall. Away from the screens.

The TV switches to show Damian's reaction, obviously fuming. Finn goes on and on about how he's gonna continue targeting him..

But my focus is entirely on LivDom- Oh my fucking god why is he massaging her ass RIGHT NOW?!

They finally turn around all laughing goofily and the first thing that happens is me making eye-contact with Dom.

That kid fucking annoys me.. No it's not because that he dated AND also broke the heart of my current crush.

Of course not..

Both of them are already getting on my nerves. I regret even putting these two together.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Dominik smirks while maintaining contact. I respond by giving him a mocking smile, cursing in Spanish.

Most of the 2024 year i've spent it with The Judgment Day, meaning that I have enough insults in my head about Dominik to cut promos about him for months straight!

I mean it's easy to hate the guy, ain't that right?

"Good job guys." Finn speaks up first, wrapping his arm around JD's shoulders.

Then he looks towards me.

"Ay. Why didn't you wanna do the promo with us?" I chew the inside of my cheek to let the question sink in.

I couldn't say the truth directly in their faces or i'd be kicked out but then again.. "You apart of the family now."

I smile the best I can to make it look real. "Yeah.. So cool." I tap my foot against the floor.

I already miss Rhea.

Priest.

It ain't even been a full night together and i'm already bored.

"We are already establishing ourselves as an even bigger faction.. With you Rayna as the Queen of the Ring and Liv as the women's world champion."

I frown. "..You mean just like before?" I blink, eyes pointing at me. "I-I don't understand where you're coming from with this. It doesn't matter if it's Liv or Rhea as champion..?"

I uncross my arms.

"We were already established as a strong faction."

Liv scoffs. "Rayna, you can't be serious right now. Sure Rhea was champion but she wasn't half as good as I am right now.. Admit it!"

Admit what, I ask myself.

I chuckle. Maybe not the best timing.. "You're still friends with Rhea even after everything she did to me.."

She grabs Dominik's chin, doing that weird shit to his nose instead of kissing him. "To Daddy Dom-"

"Oh my god just call him Dominik."

Yuck.

"Ain't nobody here interested in hearing what y'all call eachother during sex." I tilt my head towards Carlito.

"Except for him." I point at Carlito who drops his apple while trying to do a trick.

Liv goes to snarl something else but Finn places a hand infront of her. "Ay now, don't be mad at her for still being friends with those.. traitors."

Watch what the fuck you're gonna say about them. I clench my fists tight, turning my knuckles white.

He must not have noticed, continuing on. "I get it Rayna." He takes a step forward. "But listen here lass this friendship cannot interfere with Judgment Day business."

"You are a Judgment Day member now." He smirks. "Not Rhea's side bitch.." I close my eyes. "Not labeled as Rhea Ripley's friend.."

I huff. "You're the Queen of the Ring."

I nearly go into defensive mode when JD spawns next to me, holding my precious crown that I snatch away from his hands.

Mine.

I earned it.

I look down at it, rubbing off the dust. "I ain't no side bitch.. Ain't no side kick either." I mutter to myself.

Finn chuckles. "Just like the Prince ain't one either. I understand you Rayna.." He places a hand over my forearm.

Sliding his finger up and down. "But you have to let them go- Unless.."

Oh no..

His face lights up with something malicious in it.

His eyes darken and he takes a step back. "No, actually guys this is better this way."

The guys and Liv look at eachother confused.

I stay focused on my crown. My precious baby..

Liv snorts. "You think this is good? Rayna, she can't be friends with the same bitch who nearly cost me a year of my career!"

She stomps her foot on the ground like an angry child. "She doesn't deserve to be around Rhea."

Finn shakes his head. "You don't understand Liv, this is perfect!"

"She can use, distract and play Rhea like a symphony however she wants.. To our advantage!"

I snap my head up. "What?"

My face turns to one of horror. Everybody else's is full of curiosity and growing smirks at Finn's words.

"Isn't she also friends with half the roster?" JD chirms in. My eyes dart everywhere.

I start growing suspicious. "So you guys want to use my friendships against me?"

"No, of course not.. But when it comes to Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest." Finn's voice lowers.

He looks at everybody behind him. "We just want the best for you."

I look behind his shoulder. Liv nods at me. Dominik.. Pass. JD smirks. Carlito looks at me in typical Carlito fashion.

I sigh. "So what do we do now.."

"We are planning an attack on Damian. I guess you know where i'm going with this.."

"Distract Rhea."

[candyredmusings]

Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

 "I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

[from-memphis-with-love]

Songbird - Ch. 2 - Echoes of Stardust

Summary: After a disheartening audition failure, Valerie Pedretti finds herself in a Las Vegas bar, nursing her first-ever alcoholic drink and wallowing in self-pity. The night takes an unexpected turn when she's noticed by Elvis Presley's right-hand man and whisked away to a private party hosted by the man himself.

Word count: ~4,000 Warnings: Alcohol consumption, implied infidelity, mild sexual content.

I slumped onto a crimson velvet barstool, elbows thudding against the lucite armrests. After that disastrous audition for Frank Sinatra's chorus line, all I wanted was to crawl into the nearest hole and disappear. Figures I'd royally screw up my one shot at making it big. Typical Valerie luck.

The bartender, a suave older gentleman in a crisp white jacket, glided over. "What'll it be, miss?" 

"Gin and tonic. Make it a double," I muttered, massaging my throbbing temples. What was I even saying? I never so much as drank a lick of alcohol in my life, but I figured it was as good a time as any to start. God knows I needed something stiff to dull the sting of rejection. 

As he busied himself, I replayed the audition in my head. My usually reliable pipes had been shakier than a newborn foal, and I'd flubbed the steps. The smirks from the other hopefuls had said it all–I was way out of my league. Some nobody from Chicago, trying to rub elbows with seasoned Vegas performers? I must've been out of my mind.

The clink of glass snapped me out of my reverie. I snatched up the drink and took a hefty swig, wincing at the biting fizz. Awful. But at least the hotel bar had booze heavy enough to give me a buzz, even if this trip was turning into a spectacular failure. 

I was about to take another sip when a shock of ginger hair caught my eye across the room. It couldn't be… but there was no mistaking that towering build. Red, Elvis Presley's right-hand man himself, larger than life and heading straight towards me.

"Well I'll be damned," he boomed. "If it ain't that pretty little songbird from the elevator."

I nearly spewed my drink. He remembered me? More importantly, he remembered that ludicrous pet name Elvis had bestowed upon me?

"Uh, hi there," I stammered. "Fancy seeing you again."

Red just chuckled. "You clean up real nice. Mr. Burrows know you're here drowning those sorrows all by your lonesome?"

My cheeks flushed at the mention of him. Truth be told, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about our electric encounter. The velvety timbre of his voice, the scorching intensity of his gaze, the way his presence made the air hum... it was enough to make a girl go weak in the knees. But I sure as hell wasn't about to admit that to Red.

"Oh, I'm sure he has more important things to worry about than little old me," I said breezily. "I was just about to call it a night."

"That so?" Red's grin turned sly. "Well, it just so happens the boss is having a little private soirée up in his suite right about now. What do you say we head up there and turn that frown upside down?"

My heart seized. An invitation to Elvis's inner sanctum? It was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Or a supremely bad idea. Probably both. I gnawed my lip, trying to quell the dizzying swirl of anticipation and trepidation.

On one hand, the chance to spend more time basking in Elvis's orbit was tempting as all get-out. I could feel that dangerous pull, the siren song of his star power luring me in. But on the other hand, the man was married and a known womanizer—the last thing I needed was to get tangled up in that mess, no matter how electrifying his smile.

Red cocked a brow at my dithering. "Clock's ticking, honey. You in or out?"

Oh, what the hell. Throwing caution to the wind had always been a specialty of mine, and it wasn't like this night could get worse. I tossed back my drink and wobbled to my feet.

"Lead the way, Red. Let's see what the fuss is about."

His smirk said he'd sniffed out my burgeoning fascination with his boss, but I lifted my chin and sailed past. The die was cast, for better or worse. I was about to enter the point of no return.

The journey to Elvis's suite passed in a blur of nerves and Red's idle chitchat. I was only half-listening, too busy trying to calm the riot of butterflies in my stomach. What was I thinking, waltzing into Elvis's suite like some groupie? This was bound to end in disaster.

But it was too late to turn back. Red was already rapping on a mahogany door. I sucked in a breath, bracing myself for whatever lay on the other side.

The door swung open to reveal none other than Elvis himself, a vision with tousled midnight hair. His full lips curved into a heart-stopping smile when his molten gaze landed on me, sending a shiver of awareness skittering down my spine.

"Well well well," he drawled, his voice dark honey and sin. "Looks like Red went and rescued a little lost songbird."

I fought the urge to swoon right then and there, mentally cataloguing all the reasons why getting involved with Elvis was a terrible idea—starting with the wedding band gleaming on his finger.

"Good to see you again, Mr. Burrows," I somehow managed to say without squeaking. "I hope I'm not intruding."

He chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense, sweetheart. Any friend of Red's is a friend of mine. Come on in and make yourself at home."

He stepped back to allow me entry, his burning gaze never leaving my face. I could feel it like a physical caress as I crossed the threshold into the opulent suite, my skin prickling with goosebumps. Oh, I was in trouble all right. The kind of trouble a good girl had no business inviting.

The suite was unlike anything I'd ever seen—a palatial sprawl of crushed velvet and gleaming marble, dotted with larger-than-life portraits of religious iconography and pastorals. The irony of a bible placed in full view on a sideboard was not lost on my in the face of such decadence. Every bit of the place screamed “decorated by a rock star.” It was like stepping into a shrine to all the things Elvis loved. And the man himself was holding court right in the center of it all.

Elvis reclined on a throne-like armchair, looking every inch the royal in tight black slacks and a shimmering silk shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of tanned chest, gleaming gold pendant trapped in a thicket of black chest hair. I gulped. A tumbler of amber liquid dangled from his elegant fingers as he nodded along to something a stunning blonde was cooing in his ear, her ample curves poured into a dress so short it was practically indecent.

I suddenly felt very small and very out of place, a sparrow amongst preening peacocks. What was a nobody like me doing in a place like this, rubbing elbows with music royalty? I didn't belong here. I was just about to mumble my excuses and bolt when another bombshell sidled up to Elvis, this one a sultry brunette with bedroom eyes and a dress slit up to there. With detached amusement, I decided to name her Colette. Colette the Brunette. 

"Oh Elvis," she purred, trailing a perfectly manicured nail down his chest. "Won't you take me for a ride on your big... Cadillac later?"

I wanted to gag at her obviousness, but Elvis just chuckled indulgently. Like an emperor amused by his concubines.

"We'll see, darlin'. We'll see," he drawled, shooting her a wink that had her practically panting. 

I tore my gaze away, my cheeks burning. Get a grip, Valerie, he's clearly in high demand. Time to face facts and get out while you have a shred of dignity left. 

I was about to do that when a raspy voice caught my attention. "Hey there, little lady. You look like you could use a drink."

I turned to find a member of Elvis's Memphis Mafia grinning at me, a drink extended in offering. He had a friendly face, all dimples, and I found myself taking it just to have something to do with my hands.

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled, taking a fortifying sip. Whoo boy, that packed a punch. "I'm Valerie."

"Sonny West," he introduced himself with a wink. "Couldn't help but notice you looking a little lost over here. First time in the lion's den?"

"That obvious, huh?" I cracked a rueful smile. "I feel like a kid playing dress-up at the grown-ups' party."

Sonny chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder with a hand the size of a dinner plate. "Stick with me, then. I'll show you the ropes."

And just like that, I found myself swept up in the whirlwind of Elvis's inner circle. Sonny introduced me to the rest of the Memphis Mafia—Jerry, Lamar, and on and on until my head was spinning with names and faces. They were a rowdy bunch, all loud laughter and inside jokes, but they welcomed me heartily.

Before I knew it, I was deep in a heated debate with Lamar about the merits of biscuits versus pancakes for breakfast.

"Biscuits, hands down," I argued, waving my drink for emphasis. "Fluffy, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth heaven. Pancakes are just flat, boring discs."

"Blasphemy!" Lamar clutched his heart in mock outrage. His ample gut wiggled from the sudden movement. "Pancakes are the pinnacle of breakfast perfection. Stackable, customizable, drenched in syrup...what more could you want?"

"Y'all are both wrong," Jerry chimed in with a sly grin. "Waffles are where it's at. All those perfect little syrup traps? Unbeatable."

We dissolved into bickering, and I found myself having more fun than I'd had in ages. These boys were a hoot, and their easy camaraderie was infectious. For a little while, I could almost forget I was way out of my depth.

But reality came crashing back in the form of Elvis's chuckle cutting through the chatter. I looked over to see him still holding court, the blonde I named Miss Priss on one knee, Colette the Brunette draped over the other. They fawned all over him, batting lashes, and he ate it up with that slow smile. Something bitter twisted in my gut.

I knocked back my drink in one painful swallow. What was I doing here? Elvis had more than enough adoring females—he didn't need some starry-eyed idiot mooning over him. It was time to cut my losses and bow out. At least I would have a hell of a juicy story to tell Deena when I got home. 

I was just about to make my excuses when the room hushed. I glanced up to find myself ensnared by devastating blue eyes. Elvis was coming right for me, his gaze hot and intent, and I felt pinned like a butterfly on a board.

"Valerie." Just my name, but the way he said it, all dark velvet and honeyed sin, made my knees turn to water. "C'mere, pretty girl. Let's you and me get better acquainted." Colette the Brunette sighed, exasperated, and got up from the chair.

I was moving before I even registered it, pulled in by the sheer magnetism of him. Miss Priss shot me poisonous glares as I approached, but Elvis never took his eyes off me. He crooked a finger, beckoning me closer, and I went as if in a trance, powerless to resist the siren song of his voice, his eyes, his everything. I’m fucked. 

"Hi," I breathed when I was finally standing before him, close enough to catch the spicy-sweet scent of his cologne mingling with the citrusy notes of his Brylcreem. God, he was even more breathtaking up close, all chiseled features and smoldering charisma.

"Hi yourself." Elvis smiled slow as he looked me over, his gaze lingering in all the right places. "You know, I was hoping I'd see you again."

I briefly wondered if he said that to every starstruck girl he encountered, but the intensity in his eyes made me want to believe it. Dangerous, Valerie. Remember the ring on his finger. Do not fall for those honeyed words and bedroom eyes.Easier said than done. 

He patted the space beside him. "Take a load off. Stay awhile."

I had a feeling he wasn't just talking about sitting. That look promised something far more intimate. A shiver traced my spine as I perched on the edge of the sofa, close but not touching.

"I don't usually do this," I blurted, my nerves getting the better of me. "Follow strange men to their suites. I'm not...that kind of girl."

Great, announce to everyone that you're out of your depth. Elvis would probably pat me on the head and send me on my way now.

But to my shock, his eyes softened with something almost like tenderness. "I know you're not, honey. Believe me, I know." He reached out, tucking a curl behind my ear with a gentleness that stole my breath.

I fought the urge to lean into his touch like a flower turning its face to the sun, desperate for more of that drugging warmth. "You don't even know me."

"Maybe not." Elvis's fingers drifted down, trailing along the racing pulse in my throat. "But I'd sure like to."

I'd been warned about men like him, all smooth words and smoldering eyes, tempting good girls to stray from the straight and narrow. But sitting there with his burning gaze consuming me whole, his fingertips branding my skin, I was powerless to resist the pull. Is this what I'd been missing this whole time?

I was Alice, tumbling headfirst down the rabbit hole. Pandora, unable to keep from opening that forbidden box. A fool blinded by stardust, sealing her fate with one trembling breath.

"I think," I whispered, damning myself with every word, "I'd like that too."

Elvis's smile was pure sin and satisfaction, a fallen angel getting exactly what he wanted. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear and making me shiver.

"Then let's get to know each other real well, Valerie. I have a feeling you and me are gonna make some beautiful music together."

With that promise shimmering between us, Elvis took my hand and led me deeper into his lair. And I, god help me, followed, come what may.

He guided me through the throng, his hand warm around mine. I could feel the weight of curious stares following us. But Elvis paid them no mind, his attention fixed on me as he brought us to a gleaming black piano.

"You play?" he asked, eyes glinting with challenge and something softer.

I ran my fingers along the smooth keys. "A little. My dad taught me before he passed."

Elvis's gaze gentled, understanding passing between us. "Music's in your blood. Like me."

He slid onto the bench, patting the space beside him. I hesitated a moment before joining him, our thighs pressing together. Elvis shot me a grin, his fingers flying over the keys in a jaunty tune.

"You know 'Heart and Soul'?"

A laugh bubbled out of me. "Who doesn't?"

We began to play, our hands moving together, the notes weaving in harmony. Softly at first, barely audible under the chatter, Elvis began to sing, his voice honey-smooth.

"Heart and soul, I fell in love with you..."

He glanced at me expectantly, a playful smile at the corner of his mouth. How could I resist? Taking a breath, I joined my voice with his.

"Heart and soul, the way a fool would do..."

Our voices blended together seamlessly. I could feel the room hushing around us, all eyes drawn to the spectacle. But lost in the melody and Elvis's presence, I couldn't bring myself to care.

We continued, the lyrics taking on new meaning as our gazes locked and the air grew thick.

"Madly... Because you held me tight..."

Elvis's eyes burned into mine, his voice lowering intimately.

"And stole a kiss in the night..."

My heart stuttered and my fingers faltered. Lord, the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me whole...

Elvis turned to me, our hands stilling. For a suspended moment we just stared, caught in the gravity of this thing spiraling between us. I felt flayed open, exposed, like he could see straight into me.

Carefully, he lifted a hand to brush my cheek, his skin igniting sparks against mine. "Valerie," he murmured, my name a caress.

I couldn't breathe past the band constricting my chest. The world narrowed to just us, charged with possibility. Elvis's eyes dropped to my parted lips, a muscle ticking in his jaw. I could feel the force of his desire, the effort it took to hold back.

"Elvis," I whispered, leaning closer like a moth to flame. Damn the consequences.

Colette suddenly appeared at Elvis's other side, plunking her glass down on the piano. She placed a manicured hand on his arm and attempted to draw his attention.

"Elvis, baby, I'm parched. Won't you fix me a drink?" she cooed, batting her lashes.

For a second I thought he might actually take the bait. I wouldn't blame any man for it, really. But to my shock, Elvis just smiled politely and gently extricated himself from her grasp.

"Not right now, darlin'. I'm a bit busy at the moment," he said, shooting a meaningful look my way.

Colette's pretty face twisted in an ugly scowl as she glared daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. But Elvis paid her no mind, already turning back to me with an apologetic quirk of his lips.

A thrill shot through me at the realization that he'd chosen my company over hers. That even surrounded by all these gorgeous, willing women, it was still me he wanted to talk to, to sing with. It was almost too heady to believe. 

Leaning closer as if conspiring, Elvis murmured so only I could hear, "I gotta say, you sure know how to captivate a man's attention, songbird. Ain't too many gals out there who can tear me away from a pretty face batting her lashes my way."

I could practically hear the steam coming out of Colette's ears as she flounced off in a huff. I bit back a smile. "Well, what can I say? I have many hidden talents."

"That you do. That you most certainly do." Elvis's eyes smoldered as they raked over me appreciatively. "Now where were we?"

We picked up right where we'd left off, fingers dancing over the keys in tandem as we slipped back into the easy flow of the music. And just like that, as if no interruption had occurred, we were once again lost in our own private world, the chemistry between us crackling and undeniable.

As Elvis and I continued to play, lost in our own little world, I suddenly caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. Glancing over, I spotted Red and Sonny, engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument.

Sonny was gesticulating wildly, his drink sloshing precariously in his hand, while Red stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head emphatically. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but their body language screamed "agitated."

I nudged Elvis gently with my elbow, nodding towards the pair. "Looks like trouble in paradise over there. What do you think they're arguing about?"

Elvis followed my gaze, a slow grin spreading over his face as he took in the scene. "Knowing those two? Could be anything. Whose turn it is to do the hamburger run, which one of 'em Nancy Sinatra liked best, who'd win in a fight between Godzilla and King Kong..."

I bit back a laugh. "My money's on Godzilla. Fire breath beats brute strength any day."

"See, I'd have to go with Kong," Elvis countered, his eyes sparkling. "He's got those opposable thumbs, that's a game changer."

We both turned back to watch Red and Sonny, who were now poking each other in the chest like a couple of overgrown schoolboys. Elvis leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear as he lowered his voice conspiratorially.

"Five bucks says Sonny throws his drink in the next minute."

I grinned, unable to resist the challenge in his tone. "You're on. I say Red puts him in a headlock first."

We shook on it, our hands lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary. Then we sat in eager anticipation, watching the drama unfold.

Suddenly, in a move straight out of a slapstick comedy, Sonny gestured so emphatically that his drink went flying... right into Red's face.

For a moment, everyone froze. Then Red let out a roar and lunged, grappling Sonny into a headlock as he flailed and sputtered.

Elvis and I took one look at each other and burst into hysterical laughter, clutching at each other as we gasped for breath. Tears streamed down my face as we hooted at the ridiculous scene, our shared mirth drawing curious glances from the rest of the party.

"I guess... we both win... that bet," Elvis managed to wheeze out between guffaws, his arm warm and solid around my shaking shoulders. 

A throat clearing sharply behind us shattered the moment, sending us reeling apart like repelling magnets. I blinked dazedly, surfacing from the undertow of Elvis's gaze to find Lamar smirking down at us.

"Hate to interrupt you two, but the natives are getting restless." He jerked his head toward the crowd of partygoers, all watching us with avid, speculative eyes. "Big Man’s here, E." Kirk Kerkorian, the owner of the International Hotel, had made it up to the 29th floor to speak to his star headliner.

Elvis dragged a hand down his face, looking distinctly frustrated. "Duty calls, I suppose." He shot me an apologetic glance, his fingers giving mine a fleeting squeeze before he stood. "Don't go anywhere, alright? I'm not done with you yet."

A shiver chased through me at the dark promise in his tone. I could only nod wordlessly, my voice lodged somewhere in my throat, as he allowed himself to be pulled back into the fray. 

I watched him work the room, all megawatt charisma and effortless star power. He was a master showman, born for the spotlight. At a certain point, a group of older women were let in and he graciously signed all of their memorabilia. But every so often, his gaze would cut back to me, heated and heavy with intent. A reminder that I was the true focus of his attention, even as he played to his adoring acolytes.

Overwhelmed and more than a little shaken by the intensity of our connection, I decided to take Elvis's absence as my cue to slip away. I needed some space to clear my head, to process the dizzying events of the night away from the intoxicating force of his presence.

As much as I wanted to stay, I knew this could turn out to be a very bad idea. Elvis Presley was about to ruin me. If I let myself fall any deeper under his spell, I might not be able to find my way back out. And with my heart and dreams on the line, that was a risk I couldn't afford to take.

So with a heavy heart and a longing glance over my shoulder, I quietly extracted myself from his view and made my way back to my room. I'd pack my bags, get some much-needed rest, and then pour my heart out to Deena once I was safely back home, far away from the magnetic pull of Elvis's charm. If nothing else, the past two days' events would make a hell of a story.

It was the smart choice, the safe choice. But as I walked away, each step heavy with regret, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was leaving something precious behind. A chance at something rare and wonderful, slipping like stardust through my fingers.

Keeping to the edges of the room, I managed to exit the suite without drawing attention to myself. The relative silence of the hotel hallway was a balm to my frayed nerves as I made my way to my own room. My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the key, my mind awhirl with Elvis's heated looks and the phantom sensation of his touch on my skin.

I'd barely gotten the door open when I heard hurried footsteps behind me. Heart leaping into my throat, I whirled around. Only to come face to face with Joe Esposito, Elvis's right hand man.

"Valerie, wait!" He jogged up to me, slightly out of breath, his hand outstretched. "Boss man wanted me to give you this before you disappeared."

He pressed a small slip of paper into my palm. Glancing down, I saw it was a ticket… to Elvis's show tomorrow night. Front row seat, VIP access. I looked back up at Joe, startled.

He grinned knowingly. "Elvis requests the pleasure of your company tomorrow evening. He'd like you to be in one of his private booths."

I gaped at him, stunned speechless. An exclusive invitation to the Presley show, the hottest ticket in town? To watch from one of his personal booths? It was an honor bestowed on only his most inner circle...certainly not on some starstruck nobody he'd just met.

"I...wow. I don't know what to say," I stammered, clutching the ticket like a lifeline.

Joe chuckled. "You don't gotta say nothing, sweetheart. Just show up and knock his socks off like you did tonight." He gave me a friendly wink. "Wear something pretty. Elvis likes his girls dolled up nice."

With that bomb dropped, he turned on his heel and sauntered off, leaving me gaping after him. I looked back down at the ticket, running my thumb over the embossed lettering. 

Elvis Presley, larger than life and twice as magnetic, wanted me in his booth tomorrow. Wanted to see me again. It was the stuff of dreams and fairy tales, the kind of thing that didn't happen to girls like me. And yet... Squaring my shoulders, I tucked the ticket carefully into my purse and slipped into my room. As I began my nightly ablutions, I couldn't stop the giddy smile from spreading across my face. How foolish and naive of me. But also, how very curious.

Ready or not, I had tickets tomorrow. I had to extend my stay, if for nothing but to see what all the fuss was about. And come hell or high water… I was going to knock his socks off, just like Joe said. But before I could do that, there was the matter of having nothing beautiful to wear...

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What Cha' Gonna Do For Me

Part 2 of Ain't nobody. Part 1 here

Chaka Khan inspired fem!black reader x Sevika

I decided to make this a series with many different parts and a lot of tea to come 👀. I'm trying to feed y'all fr 🤭 but I hope you enjoy.♡

You enter for your next shift at the Last Drop going to the back to get ready quickly because you were already a bit late cause of your son Camron, not wanting to let you leave, having to put him to sleep while your sister watches him.

Going to the dressing room you put on your green matching set and touched up your hair and as you're walking out, you see the one and only Sevika herself kickin it with her poker friends with a cup of her favorite whiskey and a half lit blunt resting in-between her thick lips. From what you could see, she was in her element admiring her from where you stand. Your band mate had to remind you what you were really there for by calling your name to move your butt to the stage.

“Right, sorry I'm late. Baby boy wouldn't let me go.” Laughing it off as the band all dismissed it, knowing it's hard taking care of a kid by yourself.

“Alright, let's get this show started.”

At the sound of your voice being illuminated by the mic, Sevika looks up to the stage to see you getting into the song. At this point, she forgot about the card game she so easily could win. Instead, she's invested in the graceful voice that has taken up her senses. She couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous Black woman who danced and sang on the stage in front of her.

As you sang you take notice to Sevika’s staring so you take the advantage of the song changing and move to dance in the opened bar space, moving to dance towards her while singing, you realize damn near the whole bar was looking at you like you lost your last mind turing back to the stage you continue your show ending a bit early to let the band play for the rest of the night you walked over to her table and as you make you way over there everyone gave their attention to you, the group applauded for you as you thanked them shyly.

“Aww thank you. There's no need for that, really.” Smiling sweetly at them, you turn your full attention to her. “I was wondering if it was okay if I sat with you?”

Sevika takes this opportunity to really have a conversation with you without being interrupted, and she can finally ask you about that kid you’d mention. She then tells her poker friends to leave you two. “Have a sit doll face.”

“Doll face, that's new. I bet you call all the pretty ladies that, huh ya flirt.” Sending her a smirk of knowing.

“Well seeing that you are one of those pretty ladies, it seems so.”

Humming back a reply, you sit in a small silence, sensing that she wants to ask you something. “You look like you want to ask me something, so ask it.”

Sevika shifts in her seat before exhaling the smoke from her mouth. “So about that kid, how old are they?”

“Hmm straight into okay. Um, well, my boy Camron is 3, and he's turning 4 next month. How about you, got any kids?”

At this, Sevika barks out a laugh and shakes her head. “Hell no, you wouldn't catch me walking around with no brat.”

“Why they got to be a brat? What's wrong with kids away, I think they're cute.” You say with certainty, folding your arms over your chest, leaning forward on the table.

“Yeah well you just keep thinking that. They're just little pests that grow up to play loud music in the middle of the night while you try to sleep. That's what they are.”

“That sounds very specific. Are you beefin’ with a child, Sevika?” Laughing at her very serious and aggravated face.

“Beefin’ please, I despise the little maggot she's always over the place and has these mental breakdowns and expects me to fix them.” She huffed out already over it.

“Oooh let me guess, it's Jinx that you're talking about. Yeah, she's wild, but she's a sweet girl from the times I've talked to her.”

“Tch you don't know half of it.”

“Aw don't be too hard on her Vika. We used to be the same way when we were small she just trying to figure it out is all. Now give me them cards so I could kick yo ass in some spades. Oh, and don't act like I didn't see you staring at me while I was singing.” You say in a cocky tone with a smile on your face.

“Oh really now, don't go crying home when you lose love, and I was admiring the performer like everyone else.”

“Please lady I saw you looking into my soul, plus I had to go through all 7 of my uncles and my 3 of my aunties to get at least one win so I know you can't be that good because I can definitely hold my own in a game of spades.”

“Well that's not going to matter when I win. You want to put something on it?”

“HAHAAA hell no, that's my grocery money girl, you must be crazy.”

“Well it was worth a shot. So what does your kid dad do?” She asked, watching you shuffle the card deck.

You paused shuffling for a second, not expecting to go over those memories of Camron's dad again. “Don't know probably off somewhere with the broad he fucked.”

“Oh… I didn't mean to…-”

“No you're good, you were just curious and plus it was a while ago. Now back to this game don't get soft on me now.”

“Mhm you wish.”

“First one to win 5 rounds buys another one to drink.”

“Deal.”