#Tatum x f!oc

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The Easter Magic

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson-Ramsey), with special appearances by Alan Ramsey, Louise Ramsey and Cord Ramsey

Word Count: ~2498

Warning: fairly fluffy; smallest sprinkle of angst; a few curses

A/N: Some characters and plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry

A/N 2: I wanted to join in on the Easter fun, so I am participating in two different prompt challenges. This is my submission for @choicesflashfics, where I am using Prompt #3: "I don't know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?" I am also submitting this to @aprilchallenge with the following prompts: bunny, Easter eggs, laughter, love, kiss, happy, hug. Thank you for allowing me to participate, and thank you for hosting these events! All prompts will be in bold.

A/N 3: Huge thanks to @sfb123 for helping me figure out the ending. We're going to get you on the OPH bus before you know it! This fic was not beta'd or pre-read. Please excuse my errors.

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Turning the ignition off, Tatum looks at her watch. Shit. 9:22PM. She's missed bedtime. Again.

She grabs her shopping bags along with her hospital duffle bag and computer briefcase, and hurries through the garage and to the elevators.

Tatum sneaks into the darkened apartment, padding softly into the kitchen where she begins unpacking her groceries. She pulls out her pie crusts as she places a pot of water to boil on the stove. She sets the temperature to the oven as she pulls out a carton of eggs as well as several packages of fresh cut meats and cheeses for tomorrow's brunch.

As she waits for everything to warm, she retreats to a special walk-in closet under the stairs that stores holiday decorations. She pulls out Cord's Easter basket along with leftover plastic eggs and fake grass from last year's festivities. Spreading out all of her basket and egg hunt supplies on the counter, she notices that her husband did exactly what she had asked: set carrots out with Cord for the Easter Bunny. God, he's the better parent. She would've given anything to have been home, but she couldn't exactly leave in the middle of surgery.

She checks on the stove and oven once more, ensuring that everything is continuing to preheat. She digs in a grocery bag, and grabs a stencil of a bunny paw print, glitter and a bottle of baby powder before heading back to the front door. Climbing on her knees, she presses the shape to the hardwood floor before sprinkling the white particles and glitter across the cutout.

"I don't know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?"

Tatum startles, dropping the bottle of powder as dust billows around her in the air. "Ethan," she coughs into a chuckle, waving the clouds out of the way. "You scared me."

He squats down, a smirk on his face. "What is this mess?"

"I am making Easter Bunny footprints," she states as she returns to the project.

"O…kay," Ethan furrows his eyebrows, "why?"

"It's part of the Easter magic, Ethan," she retorts, "apparently, it's not enough that Cord wakes up to a basket full of goodies. We have to make it look like the Easter Bunny actually broke into our home–by the way, can you take a bite out of the carrot you set out?"

Ethan stares out the powdery prints on the ground before glaring at the carrot. "There’s Easter magic now?"

Tatum scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. "Yes, Ethan, I have to create Easter magic now or else I'm a bad mom."

Ethan's eyes widen. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said anything about being a bad mom?"

Tatum sighs, sliding off of her knees and into a sitting position. "No one," she dusts off her hands, "but I'm just sick of the other moms at the school giving me those judgmental looks with their snide comments. Like, I committed an unforgivable sin by having a baby and choosing to work."

"They aren't so bad," Ethan shrugs, relaxing his face nonchalantly. "The other moms are always nice to me–"

"That's because they think you're hot!"

"Oh, you're deranged," Ethan swipes his hand in the air.

"Am I, Ethan?" Tatum scowls. "I went to Cord's field trip to the duck pond, and four moms asked where you were!"

"Oh," he shakes his head grimacing, but then quickly turns back to Tatum. "Which ones were asking about me?"

With a grumble, Tatum squirts white dust in the air towards her husband before charging back into the kitchen.

"Oh c'mon, Tate, I was joking," Ethan chuckles, sauntering cautiously into the kitchen. He gently grabs her elbow, pulling her into his body before enveloping her in his arms. "Hey," he whispers, his lips barely tickling her ear. "You are an extraordinary mom." Tatum looks up at her husband with glassy eyes as he continues. "Those women? They're jealous because… well, hell, you're hot, too," he snickers, his comment making his wife fall into giggles. He kisses her forehead, "they hate that you have it all: the job you love, the adorable son with excellent genes, I might add, and let's not forget–"

"Yeah, yeah," she interrupts sardonically, "the hot husband." Tatum catches Ethan's lips with hers as she slips her arms around his waist. She relaxes her head against his chest as he continues to pepper her hair with kisses, falling into a comfortable silence.  "I just want him to have a happy childhood," Tatum admits softly.

"You don't think he does?"

"I'm scared I'm screwing him up," her voice starts to tremble before she clears her throat. "I just love him so much. Will he look back and remember 'Mom made everything special,'  or will he remember that his mom chose to work, that his mom wasn't there for bedtime, or that I didn't buy him microgreens–"

"Wait," Ethan interrupts, pulling back and giving a curious glare at his wife. "Microgreens?"

"Yes, your son asked me for 'microgreens' because Hayleigh Grayce's mom," Tatum singsongs the name obnoxiously, "told him that if he ate those rather than his goldfish crackers, he'd get taller and stronger."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That woman's got a lot of nerve," Ethan fumes. "Besides, he loves goldfish–"

"Not anymore," Tatum rolls her eyes. 

"Did you get him the microgreens?"

"He's four!" She sasses, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm happy when he even tastes something green and doesn't spit it out!" 

The couple falls into laughter as an alarm on the oven chirps, notifying them that the appliance has been preheated.

"Is this for tomorrow?" Ethan surveys the prep work Tatum has started on the counter.

"Mhmm," she hums, cracking eggs in a bowl before whipping them. "Don't forget; your dad's picking up Louise, and they'll be here around 9."

"Speaking of shitty parents," Ethan jokes, Tatum playfully slapping his arm. He chuckles, shielding himself; but then his eyebrows raise. "And you see? Even if you are a terrible parent, there's always hope for later life."

An unnerving frown etches on Tatum's features. Ethan draws closer to her, planting his mouth against her neck. "Hey," he kisses the sensitive skin again, "you are doing a remarkable job with our son."

Tatum's eyes meet Ethan's crystal pools. "Thank you, baby," she croons, slipping her hands around his neck for one last hug.

"So," Ethan claps, "what's left to do for this Easter Magic stuff?"

Ethan and Tatum finished prepping for the family brunch. They made the 'Easter bunny' paw prints, and left the carrots out with visible teeth marks for Cord to find. 

They started stuffing Easter eggs when Ethan noticed Tatum's energy waning. She had been at work since 7AM post holiday call, and now it was close to midnight. He insisted they both head to bed, that they could finish the egg-stuffing--and hiding--in the morning. Before she could even tuck herself in, Tatum was out like a light.

—

With boisterous laughter echoing through the master bedroom, Tatum's eyes anxiously pop open, instantly greeted with the bright light of the morning sun. She sits up, rubbing her eyes briskly with her fingertips. "Ethan?" She calls out, reaching for her discarded watch. 9:28AM. Shit. She overslept. She jumps out of bed, grabs her robe and hurries out the door.

Why didn't Ethan wake her up? He knew how important this morning was to–

"Mommy!"

"Oof!" Cord instantly crashes into his mom, throwing his arms around her legs. "Morning, baby," she chuckles, squatting down to take him in her arms. She nuzzles her nose into his blond hair, rubbing circles on his back.

"He came!"

Tatum pulls back from her embrace. "Who came?"

"The Easter Bunny!" Cord grabs her hand, eagerly pulling for his mom to follow. "C'mon! I'll show you!" They scurry to the front door area, Tatum pinning her robe closed with her free fingers. "Look, Mommy!" He giggles jumping onto his knees. "Footprints!"

"Wow!" Tatum acts surprised, relishing in her son's excitement.

"Did you show Mommy the carrots?"

Tatum twirls around to find Ethan leaning against the entryway. She stands up, but her husband already has his hands on her, pulling her snug into his embrace.

"Morning, baby," he purrs.

"Morning--uh… why didn't you wake–?"

"Shhh," Ethan sweetly hushes her, his lips meeting hers briefly once, then twice. "Because part of being a good mother is knowing when to take care of yourself." He tucks her under his jaw, his fingers combing into her tangled waves. "You're exhausted," he inhales deeply the floral notes in her hair, exhaling a soft moan. "And you looked so peaceful laying there."

Tatum jerks up. "I was snoring, wasn't I?"

Ethan boasts a guilty grin. "And drooling." He chuckles, hugging her again, running his warm hands up and down her sides. "But don't you worry. Everything is taken care of."

Tatum lets go, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you mean? I have a casserole to bake and the eggs need–"

"Taken care of," he bares his teeth in a bright white smile.

"But… but how?"

"Easter Magic," he nonchalantly winks.

"C'mon," an older voice playfully chides, "let's show your mama."  Bounding into the room was Ethan's father Alan, carrying Cord on his back.

"Happy Easter, Alan," Tatum giggles, giving her father-in-law a kiss on the cheek before inspecting the remnants of a carrot in Cord's hand. 

"See, Mommy? The Easter Bunny came!" The little boy squeals with glee.

Tatum bites her lip, cupping her hand around her son's head. "Looks like he was really hungry!"

"And I got a basket with books and colors and–and books!"

"You did?" Tatum claps her hands. "Tell you what. Go pick out one book from your basket, and we can read it after we eat, okay?"

Cord nods excitedly as he slips down his grandpa's back, running full force to the living room to rummage through his Easter treasures.

With a twinkle in her eye Tatum looks back and forth between Ethan and Alan. "I… but how…?"

Alan gives his daughter-in-law an endearing side hug. "You already did all of the prep work, sweetheart.”

“It’s true,” Ethan nods. "There wasn’t much more to do; I finished Cord’s basket and got him ready while Mom and Dad stuffed the eggs."

"Wait," Tatum holds up her arms, "where is Louise?"

"She's finishing up in the kitchen," Alan grins, nodding through the dining area. 

Tatum turns on her heel, ensuring her robe is completely closed as she fidgets with her unkempt hair, pushing strands behind her ears. As she enters the kitchen, she watches as a thin, older woman pulls out a casserole dish of cinnamon buns.

"Louise?"

Setting down the pan, Ethan's mother carefully cranes her neck, her expression warming when she sees Tatum. "Good morning, dear. I–I hope you don't mind me. I, uh…" she motions to the kitchen and the dining room. "I didn't mean to overstep."

"Are you kidding me?" Tatum quickly bridges the gap, throwing her arms around Louise, tucking the older woman tightly into her arms.  "Thank you so much, Lou," she softly hums, tightening her embrace. "You didn't overstep at all."

The older woman wraps her arms around Tatum, cherishing the hug from her daughter-in-law. "I guess, I'm just… I don't know, I'm–"

Tatum pulls back, taking her by the hand. "Making up for lost time."

She nods, becoming more serious in her demeanor.  "I wasn't always… a bad mother, you know–"

"Louise," Tatum takes her back in her arms. "What matters is now," she grins endearingly, "and you just gave my son a happy Easter."

Louise's eyes sparkle, peering up at Tatum.  "It really was fun," she giggles, wiping at her tears. "But that sweet little boy? You and Ethan are doing an incredible job."

"Thanks, Lou," Tatum gently pats her arm, "that means more to me than you realize."

The women grab the various dishes and serving utensils and finish setting the table for Easter brunch.  Tatum begins to fill the water glasses with ice.  "Lou, did you ever have that overwhelming sense that no matter how hard you try, you're bound to royally screw up your baby?"

Louise chuckles to herself, "Only every single moment of everyday. It consumed me… but," she grins poignantly,  "this is what I know now. Childhood is already a magical time; they're learning and experiencing things for the very first time that you and I, well, we take for granted," Louise puts an endearing hand on Tatum's arm. "They need love. That's what they remember."

"G'andma!" Cord calls out from behind the women. "Can I show Mommy what we made?"

"You made something?" Tatum curiously looks at Louise, giving her a playful wink. 

"Sure, sweetie. Make sure it's dry, and you can show your mom." The women exchange grins as Cord runs to another room. "I hope you don't mind. I brought over an egg dyeing kit."

"No, that's perfect–" Tatum is interrupted with Cord tapping her hip as he proudly holds out the colored egg.

"Look, Mommy!' He smiles proudly. "I made it for you, but--but G'andma helped me."

"Oh, Cord," Tatum gasps, her face expressive. "This is beautiful, baby!" She picks up the egg, appreciating the blue and purple watercolors, but when she turns it around, she notices writing from a white crayon that spells out the phrase Best Mom.

Tatum never thought in a million years she'd be that mom, getting choked up by cheesy clichés of being the 'best mom' or 'world's best mom', but in this moment, she gets it. She understands why mothers everywhere are so touched by being hailed for something so pompous.

Motherhood is damn hard. No one knows what the hell they're doing, and each mom, even the ones teaching their children to eat microgreens instead of goldfish crackers, think they're doing a terrible job.

But seeing that smile on Cord's face, seeing so much light and wonder in his crystal blue eyes, maybe Louise is right. And Cord is one deeply loved little boy.

Tatum pulls Cord into her arms, saddling him on her hip as she kisses his cheeks. "Thank you so much, baby. I love it." With a blush swirling on his cheeks, the young boy smiles brightly, coyly laying his head on his mom's shoulder.

"Hey," Ethan saunters up next to his wife, brushing his hand against her lower back. "Are we just about ready to–whoa!" His eyes widen. "The table… the food and the–and the decorations…"

"Do you like it?"

"Tate," his voice is low and breathless, his eyes darting across the table spread. "This really is, well, magical." 

She beams as a rosy hue paints her face. "I guess you're now a believer in the Easter magic?" She titters.

"I am, and… I guess I have been for a long time." Tatum gives him a curious glance as he pulls her into a heated kiss. "I'm looking at the magic right now."

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hii I'm a 19 f looking for a scream roleplay specifically 1996 scream i mostly do fxf or mxm. The main thing i want is stu x Billy and Sidney x Tatum other then those it's randy x mickey and jill x kirby. For oc x Canon rps I will play sam, tara, kirby, jill, stu, Billy, randy, and mickey but again preferably fxf or mxm if it's fxm I'd rather play f (sorry)

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Control - Two

Stu Macher x F!OC

(Gif is obviously not mine)

part one

Warnings: swearing, dirty thoughts, panties stealing if that counts, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, possible grammar mistakes since the author is not native English speaker

A/N: Hey there again! I was pretty quick with the second chapter. This one is quite boring, but trust me...it's gonna be better after this one, I promise! Still...I hope you enjoy.

It was Friday night and Derek predicted the outcome of their game really well, they indeed won. The girl lacrosse team was supporting their game whenever they could and this time, the whole team was there, ready for the party afterwards. Since Sarah’s friends were not fans of lacrosse, they came only to her games to support her, so she was told they’ll arrive just at the party, which was pretty understandable to her. Her parents were more than okay with letting her go, since she never caused any trouble and never came home drunk. 

Once the boys were ready to leave, they all headed to Derek's house which was pretty big. Big enough to fit in at least forty people that will attend the party. For Sarah's liking, there were too many people, so she learned to stick with her team or friends, ignoring those she did not want to talk to. When she saw the kitchen counter being filled with lots of alcohol, she knew this was gonna be a lot of trouble. She poured herself some coke and joined her fellow teammates that were gossiping about the boys. „Yo captain, I heard you got lucky, that Derek himself invited you.“ Her teammate gave her a little nudge to get her attention. 

Sarah snapped out of her thoughts. „Yes, truly an honor.“ She said with a slightly sarcastic tone, noticing her friends showing up at the front door. Sarah immediately stood up, her mood brightened. As much as she loved her teammates, her friends were always more important. Of course they were in a rush, especially Stu, he couldn’t leave her with all those jocks without his watch. Tatum hugged Sarah as if they did not see each other just a few hours ago. She hugged her back smiling slightly at Tatum’s affection. When Tatum let her go, Sidney hugged Sarah as well. 

„Let’s grab some drinks, what are you drinking, brainiac?“ Billy grabbed her drink and took a sip from it, tasting it on his tongue. „Hm, it’s missing something, isn’t it?“ He passed her cup to Stu who took a sip as well. Sarah just rolled her eyes and laughed at their reactions. Stu handed her the cup back, thinking about some funny answer.

He looked at Billy again. „It’s missing some whiskey, or maybe rum.“ He said and Billy snapped with his fingers, pointing at Stu afterwards. The group moved to the drinks. Once the girls spotted wine, they couldn’t resist. The boys went for rum and coke. They sat down on one of the couches in Dereks living room. The place was massive, their living room was so big it had three couches made into a circle so everyone could talk together. But the group was interested in only talking to each other. 

Tatum was slowly sipping on her wine, eyeing Isaac the whole time, wishing he would approach her himself. „Are you really gonna stay sober? Like come on, you should really get some steam off.“ Randy teased Sarah for her choice of drink as always. „Once I’m gonna finish my cup, the ladies won’t feel so alone, I will keep them company.“ He added. Of course he couldn’t leave any comment about the girls out. 

„Yeah girl! You should have fun.“ Sidney agreed, not even noticing that Billy squeezed her shoulder a bit for her choice of words. Stu was hoping that she won’t fall for their advice and stay sober. What if she gets drunk and gets more touchy, if he was her “victim“, he wouldn’t mind. But what if Derek would take advantage of her drunken state? He simply couldn’t allow it. 

Sarah was not a fan of drinking, in fact she did not even try, just because her parents told her that she, as an athlete, shouldn't. We don’t even need to mention the fact that none who attended the party could legally drink. „I will have a lot of fun once I see someone kissing the floor because of their drunken state.“ She said, that was a pretty fair answer to everyone, so they decided not to pick on her anymore, plus it had some advantages, having someone who will take care of them in case they had too much. 

Their fun chatting was interrupted by Derek. „Hey Sarah, did you like the game?“ He sat between her and Stu as if there was not enough free space for him on the other side of the couch. She did not really notice this smart move of him, but hell Stu did and was pretty pissed off already. The girls were eyeing Sarah, winking at her while Billy was watching over his friend and studying his reaction, overall it was not good. 

Sarah smiled at him politely. „It was amazing, I mean…you guys were great! Your back-shots are breathtaking.“ She was really in awe of the game, their performance was something that she really admired. The group knew how much she loves lacrosse, so they did not take it as her flirting with him, just admiring a good game and good players, but even that made Stu jealous. He was not really talking to her so he doesn’t look obvious but still, he would be happier if she didn’t talk to Derek at all. 

Derek was smiling with his perfect pearly white teeth. „Thank you, I bet your back-shots are just as good as mine.“ He gave her back a compliment. „Wanna join me for a second, I would like to talk to you some more.“ He got up from the couch and extended his arm to her. She did not really think that Derek would have some bad intentions, so she accepted his hand and followed him. 

Her friends were watching them leave, noticing that Derek picked up a bottle of wine, as he led her upstairs. „That motherf-“ Stu mumbled wanting to get up from the couch, but Billy pushed him back to his seat, looking at him with a judging look. 

„Sit.“ Billy whispered harshly, not wanting to cause any trouble, plus he hoped Sarah won’t fall for a jock like Derek. So Stu remained in his seat, sipping on his coke with rum, twitching his leg nervously. He was losing his mind over the thought Derek would make a move on her. Stu was more than sure that Derek had it planned through, inviting her to his party, then seducing her…luring her into his bedroom. 

He simply couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. „I…I feel a little dizzy, I’m gonna get some fresh air.“ He said with his typical funny voice and quickly walked outside, trying to figure out how to climb up to Derek's bedroom. Once he found the only room upstairs that had lights on, he won. Carefully climbing up to the roof, to see what this braindead is up to with his sweetheart. He moved close behind the window enough for him to see, not enough for them to notice him. 

Sarah and Derek were sitting on his bed, she kept some distance between them. Derek opened the wine bottle, pouring some for both of them into prepared wine glasses. „Fucking bastard.“ Stu gritted through his teeth. Sarah tried to refuse his offer of alcohol, but Derek insisted. Poor Sarah, she never drank any alcohol, Stu was pretty sure she was gonna be wasted after two glasses. She took a small sip, not actually minding the taste of it. They were casually chatting about school and lacrosse stuff, as expected. But with every passing minute, Derek got closer to her, wrapping his arm around Sarah's waist. That made his blood boil again, yet all he could do was to sit there and watch. It was clear from her reactions that she was not completely comfortable with Derek's closeness, but she did not move. 

After finishing the first glass of wine, Derek poured them another. Sarah was feeling the wine already, feeling a bit lighter than usual, trying to compose herself all the time. But Derek did not mind her drunk state, in fact this was also according to his plan. He started being more touchy with her, gently rubbing her thigh, getting dangerously closer with his face to hers. „It’s getting hot, isn’t it?“ He asked and took his shirt off. 

Sarah just stared at his ripped body, but her being her…she did not have any dirty thoughts even though she was drunk. „I mean it’s hot, but not that hot.“ She chuckled slightly. „But your physique is…admirable.“ She admitted, looking at his abs. Derek just chuckled, sat down, picking up her legs and putting them over his to close the gap between them completely. 

„So is yours.“ He said in a low, seductive tone. He placed his hand on her cheek, gently stroking her. She was just looking at him, slightly confused about what had gotten into him, but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to react and stop him. Stu was already imagining Derek's death, oh man, the jock will suffer for sure for stealing his girl. After a long eye contact between Sarah and Derek, he leaned for a kiss. 

But surprisingly, even to Stu’s surprise, she gently pushed him away. But when Derek leaned closer to her again, trying his chances, Stu knew he had to do something. He jumped off the roof, thinking about what to do…he was meant to have Sarah's first kiss, he needed to stop this madness that was driving him nuts. Sarah was drunk and Derek could easily force her. He ran inside, seeing a red wine on the table, under the table was a beautiful white carpet. He smirked to himself, knowing exactly what to do. He gently pushed to the girl that was standing right next to the table, so he made her trip over so the opened bottle fell off the table, making a mess all over the carpet. „Damn, look what you did!“ He told the girl, catching everyone's attention. „Dereks parents are gonna be pissed!“ He yelled out loud. Isaac, in his right state of mind, ran upstairs to tell Derek so they could clean the mess. 

Stu followed Isaac upstairs, seeing the scene where Sarah was still pushing Derek away, it made him slightly relieved that she did not kiss him. Derek had horror in his eyes once Isaac shared with him the news, putting his shirt back on and running downstairs. Stu couldn’t be prouder of himself. Sarah was slightly relieved too that she doesn’t need to push him away anymore. Stuart took the wine glass from her hands, setting it aside. „You look…a little tipsy, are you okay?“ He chuckled, keeping his funny behavior even though he was worried, he couldn’t let Sarah know. 

She looked at him, her eyes were…confused, upset and a little tired. „He tried to kiss me, I don’t get it.“ She said bluntly, her tone was funny, it made Stu laugh. He sat next to her. Studying her drunk face, it was even more adorable in his eyes. But he wouldn’t dare to do anything. She is drunk, but that doesn’t mean she is not aware. 

„You know the jocks, they get you drunk and try to get into your panties.“ He said, laughing slightly afterwards. Sarah chuckled and shook her head, her cheeks were a little red from his comment and of course because of her drunken state. She did not really talk about this kind of stuff. „They are gonna flex their muscles to lure you in. Like deer in heat.“ He made another funny comment. 

Sarah giggled again. „That is ridiculous, I mean I know about them being like that and all, but I thought Derek is, well, normal, you know? Do you really think he just tried to-“ she stopped before finishing the sentence. Not even wanting to say it. Stu was just looking at her, drifted off for a while with his thoughts, he was speaking about how the jocks are just horny fuckers, yet he was much worse than them. But in his way of thinking he was different, he was serious about being with Sarah. Derek surely wanted to just receive pats on his shoulder for fucking the girls team captain. 

„Sweetheart, he made you drink alcohol, got you drunk and tried to kiss you…it really gives everything off.“ Stu threw his hands into the air. It made Sarah even more upset, her expression changed a little. The thought of being just used for one thing was making her uncomfortable. And her drunken state made her show her real emotions even more. Stu did not want to see her like that. „Don’t worry about it, you let him know it’s not gonna happen. He won’t try it again. Come on, let’s watch Randy failing at picking up the girls, that’s gonna lighten your mood up.“ He smiled at her and helped her get up. 

She was trying to stand straight, but it was not really working. „Woah.“ She just said, her head was spinning, getting up made her even more feel the alcohol in her system. Stu was worried a little, they had a whole staircase in front of them. He gently held Sarah's arm while leaving Derek's room. The whole world was spinning for her, she tried to keep her eyes focused, but her senses were failing her. „I hate being drunk.“ She stated grumpily, making a little pout. 

They made it to the stairs, she was just looking down, calculating how to make it down safely. Stu giggled a little at her pout, it was adorable, and her rethinking, staring at the stairs, he had his fair chance without showing any ill intentions, to help her like only a gentleman would. „No worries, your royal highness, I got ya.“ He said funnily and picked her up, walking down the stairs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him like she was afraid he was gonna drop her. He found that adorable as well, Stu liked the feeling of you depending on him, for sure he is gonna remember this moment for eternity. 

Once he put her back down, she chuckled a little. „Thank you, my lord.“ She said in a posh British accent just to make the situation witty. He pretended to be absolutely okay, for her and for others, yet he was raging inside, being pissed off on Derek. Stu was smiling but his eyes told a completely different story, thankfully none really noticed thanks to their drunk state, asking him about what’s wrong would make it even worse. 

The air in the living room was not really breathable thanks to the alcohol in it and the fact there were a lot of people did not make it any clearer. Before Sarah could sit down back to her friends, Billy and Sidney noticed her being evidently drunk. „I think it would be better to breathe some fresh air for you, brainiac…more like brainless now. Come on.“ Billy picked on her, grabbed her shoulders and led her outside along with Stu while Sidney was getting some water for her. They sat her down on a bench in front of the house. Sidney rushed to them with a glass of water. 

„Drink it, it’ll make you feel better.“ Sidney handed her the glass. She took a small sip, being quiet and trying to focus. It was clear that she did not like the feeling of slight dizziness. „You are terribly quiet, say something.“ Sid gave her a little nudge. 

Sarah looked up at her, thinking about what to say. „The information travels to your brain at a speed of 268 miles per hour. I think I got to 50 miles per hour right now.“ She said as if was really calculating the miles, it was quite hilarious. Sidney sat in front of her on the grass, feeling like watching her usually innocent friend was much more entertaining than watching a TV. Stu and Billy sat a bit aside, talking about what happened when Sarah was with Derek alone. Billy was right about Sarah, and he was proud of the fact she did refuse to have anything intimate with Derek. 

Some curious jocks got outside the house walking closely to Sarah and Sidney. „And we thought that the alcohol would make you stay out from the losers. You are ruining your own reputation, captain.“ For Sarah it felt like everyone just wanted to pick on her today, she did not mind about her friends picking on her, it was their love language towards each other, but those stupid lacrosse asshats did not have any right to do so. 

Stu was about to tell him to fuck off. „I don’t see a single person that asked for your opinion.“ She said with a clearly annoyed tone. She always seemed really nice and polite. „Why don’t you leave and go lower someone else's IQ?“ Once she said that, Billy nodded in approval, being like a proud dad. Her ability to brush him off in such a polite way was making the situation even better. 

And he indeed left. After some time, Sarah still felt drunk, but it was slightly better. „Wanna go back inside?“ The boys got up from the bench, closer to Sarah. She was still highly disappointed with Derek and her good mood for being sociable was also gone. So Sarah told them that she doesn’t feel like going back anyways. „That’s okay, really. It seems like Tatum is having fun with Isaac and Randy with…whichever desperate girl fell for him tonight. Let’s go.“ None of them really minded, this party was not that entertaining to them anyway. For Billy and Sidney it was just good to spend more time together and Stu had his own obvious reasons. 

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Stu insisted on walking Sarah home alone. He lived only a couple hundred meters away from her. She let him unlock the front door, handing him her keys, in her state of mind she didn’t have a space to think how he knew which key it was. In fact, Stu never entered her house by the front door. Now he realized he had to pretend he was never in the house. „Let me get you safely to your room, show me.“ Stu smacked the switches to turn on the lights. The house was more like a mansion, unnecessarily big for three people and a cat. Sarah began walking towards the stairs. „We cannot take any risks.“ He simply stated and picked her up again, carrying her up the stairs.

„I can walk by myself.“ She protested but he did not listen, completely ignoring her request, wanting to tell her that this is how every guy should treat her. „Right there.“ Sarah said, pointing at the door to her room. Stu opened them with his elbow putting Sarah on her bed. He finally put her back on her feet and sat on her bed. She wasn’t tired yet and it would be definitely rude to make him go home right away. „Wanna stay for a while? Can I offer you something to drink?“ She shrugged her shoulders. 

He was hoping she would ask, noticing a mini fridge under her desk. To be fair, Stu did not have many chances to notice, plus he did not really care about the furniture when he was watching her. He opened the mini fridge and grabbed some soda, just nodding his head as a response to her. „Okay, I’m just gonna change. I’ll be right back.“ Sarah walked to her walk-in closet. It was his chance to roam around her room, going through her bed night stand, observing the books she reads, but once he noticed that the door to her bathroom is open, he couldn’t help himself but go through her dirty laundry. Within a couple seconds he found those specific white laced panties that she wore the night he visited her. 

Stu was staring at them for a couple minutes before he heard Sarah in the closet, in panic he picked those up and tucked them in his pocket. A little treat for doing such a good job with saving her from jock. He quickly returned to her bedroom, just in time. Sarah was wearing something comfortable, some shorts with a shirt, Stu obviously noticed that she is not wearing a bra anymore, he tried his best not to stare. 

For another hour they were just chatting about random stuff and the stupid jocks, sharing the same thought that they are just a disappointment to society. However, Sarah was already feeling tired and Stu had something to do, specifically getting rid of Derek. „You look tired, sweetheart. I could use some sleep too. So…see you tomorrow.“ He got up and smiled at her, admiring her body once again.

„Yeah, and thank you for…taking care of me.“ Sarah said quietly. Stu was pleased with the fact she sees it that was, in fact he did all of this just to be closer to her and protect her from other guys, the taking care part was more of Billy’s and Sidneys job. 

„Don’t worry about that, it was my pleasure. You did the same many times for us before.“ He waved his hand in the air. What he said was true, Sarah took care of them many times before when they had too many drinks. „I’ll walk myself out, good night Sarah.“ He gave her a last smile and a little wave with his hand. She also wished him good night and watched him leave. Once he closed the door to her bedroom, his expression completely changed. He was ready to punish Derek for all he has done…

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Thirteen: A Deal’s a Deal

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“So, how are you two doing?” Randy stopped at a bench in the park, flopping down and looking up at me curiously, “Is Mickey treating you good?”

“God, relax Dad.” I scoffed, sitting next to him and crossing my legs, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen free from my loose braid behind my ear, “Things are going great, actually.”

Randy scanned my face, watching as my cheeks flushed pink and let out a laugh, poking my ribs playfully. “Oh, they are, are they?”

I pushed him back with a laugh, rolling my eyes at him. He didn’t need to know any of that. “Shut up, dickhead.”

Randy softens slightly, his smile is more fond than anything as he says quietly, “Sorry I was such a jackass, he makes you happy. That’s all I could want for you, so as long as he’s treating you the way you deserve, I don’t have an issue.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, biting the inside of my cheeks to stop from laughing, that wouldn’t go over well right now, not when he is being so genuine and earnest. “Oh, wow. Thanks for the stamp of approval, Rand. What’re you going to do if he doesn’t, beat him up?”

Randy flexed slightly before shrugging with a sarcastic, “What, you don’t think I could take him?”

The mood lighter, the momentary sweetness has passed.

You do laugh this time as you tell him, “Honey, you couldn’t take me in the eighth grade.”

“First of all, it was you and Tatum, I’m only one guy. Besides, girls go through puberty before guys, and you two were ridiculously tall for a couple of fourteen-year-olds.”

I laughed again before letting out a small sigh and smiling a little sadly, “I miss her.”

Randy expression matched mine, “Yeah, me too.”

Randy hesitated for a moment, leaning back against the rotting wood, before breaking the comfortable silence. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

I opened my hands, inviting him to tell me, but he hesitated again, his teeth catching his bottom lip as his eyes flitted from my face and to his lap before I pushed his shoulder, looking at him curiously, “What?”

“It’s coming to the end of the semester, my mom wants me to go home, back to Woodsboro for a few weeks. Sidney’s going to see her dad too.” My smile faltered into nothing and I looked at him blankly, my body going rigid. I knew what was coming.

“My mom spoke to your mom, your folks want you to come home for a few-“

“No.” I interrupted immediately, my whole demeanour immediately switching.

“Dahlia-“ Randy began to talk, but I cut him off sharply with a shake of my head, “No, Randy. I swore I’d never go back there, and I don’t want to see them, and I don’t know why they’re getting you and your family involved in this. Besides, I’m fine here.”

I felt Randy’s hand on my knee and I sighed, pressing my hand against my forehead and saying softly, “I can’t go back there, Rand. I’m not ready, maybe I never will be.”

“So you’re just going to hide out here with Mickey forever and ever, live in your freshly blown bubble and avoid your parents for the rest of your life? Come on, you know if you don’t go and see them, they’ll come and see you.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. I haven’t had so much as a phone call from them since I left. They just want to sweep everything under the rug, pretend it never happened.” My hand dropped to my ring and I began to fiddle with it, not fighting the urge to screw with it.

“I mean, isn’t that what you’ve kind of been doing too? You never talk about him, Dahl.”

Randy’s overall tone was soothing, but I felt my face crumple and the silver of my ring began to blur. “I don’t actively not talk about Stu, but people just want to know about all the bad stuff. How we didn’t see the signs, how I couldn’t have possibly known the kind of person my own cousin was. Besides, the only time my family talks about Stu is to get pity points. You saw that stupid fucking documentary they did, right? How much money do you think they got paid after that?”

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation for anything, D.” Randy’s thumb drew circles on my knee, choosing to divert from my last statement, and I smiled at him sadly.

“But I should’ve noticed. I knew how much he cared for Billy and how much he was there for him when his mom left, he’d tell me about stuff. Until he didn’t, that’s when I should have known something was going on.” I sighed, leaning back on the bench and closing my eyes. “My mom and dad only care about their appearance, Rand. They’re doing everything in their power to make themselves seem like the victims in this, I don’t want to be around that.”

It was easier to remember Stu how he was when we were growing up. A big, clumsy, protective goofball. The only person in my family other than me that didn’t care about money and status.

“What should I tell my parents?” He asked softly, removing his hand from my leg in favour of grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

“Tell them to tell my parents I’m fine here.”

After hanging out for a few hours off campus, going bowling and getting some food, Randy and I walked back to college. He gave me a hug, telling me he’s always there if I needed to talk.

I loved Randy, he was one of the most important people in the world to me.

As we went to part ways, so I could go and see Mickey, he paused hesitantly, hovering a little and biting his lip.

“God, what now?” I groaned, feeling the further impending mass of bad news.

“There was something else… I, uh… You remember Gale Weathers?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Of course, the tabloid snob turned “super reporter”, how could I forget.

Randy took my scoff as a yes and continued slowly, “Her book, it, uh…” Randy hesitated again, face strained, as if he were trying to find the words to make whatever he was about to say easier.

“Her book what, Randy?”

“She got the movie deal.”

I stared at him blankly for a moment, not registering what he was talking about, until I did.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Randy nodded his head, eyes scanning me anxiously.

“Does Sidney know?”

“She only found out yesterday, too, everyone did. You got a new number, right? Avoid the news? Sidney didn’t think you’d want to know right now, but you have the right to.”

Gale Weathers. That fucking bitch.

Although I was never mentioned by name in her book, she’d slandered my entire family to high fucking hell, as well as Sidney’s. I remembered comforting her for weeks after Gale’s book was released, watching her relive every painful memory over and over again. She’d never read it, never wanted to, but it seemed as though everyone else in the world had.

Sidney coming to college was big for her, and it was hard. The “that’s her” looks nearly sent her into complete isolation as it had done to me, that was until she was roomed with Hallie and met Derek and Mickey. She reinvented herself, finally becoming the best version of her. And now? I could only imagine how she was feeling.

“Where is she?” I asked Randy. I wanted to make sure she was okay. Not only had I been neglecting my friendship with Randy lately but with Sidney too. She was busy, I was busy. Sidney was probably the most understanding person in the world, so soft-spoken and so strong it was ridiculous. Right now, all I wanted to do was go and make sure she was okay.

“She’s staying with Derek until she goes to see her dad, just give her a few days, yeah?”

I agreed, leaning forward to peck Randy’s cheek and wished him a good night before beginning to walk back toward my dorm room.

Things were finally okay again, Sidney was happy, so were Randy and I.

I knew this was just going to open a can of worms and feelings that we’d all rather stay dead and buried.

As I walked toward my dorm, my eye caught a familiar car, but my brain was too crowded to register who it belonged to. That was until I rounded the corner and stopped dead in my tracks, mouth falling open and eyes wide.

“Mom? Dad?”

My mother turned around, eyes furious, and my dad smiled sheepishly at me. I stayed still, my feet rooted into the concrete beneath me as they began to walk closer to me, my mom already shouting.

“We sit on a plane for five hours, in fucking coach, no less. We land, and what do we see? A message from the Meeks’ saying that you don’t want to see us?”

I stared at my mother, watching the spittle fly from her mouth as she attempted to discipline me like I was a fucking child rather than a nineteen-year-old.

“What are you doing here?” I asked simply, teeth grinding together.

“Oh, not even a hi mom, hi dad, so nice to see you.”

“Well, you didn’t raise a liar.” I muttered, pushing a hand through my hair. “What are you doing here?” I asked again.

“We wanted to fly out and surprise you, honey.” My dad spoke next, voice a lot softer than my moms as he halted in front of me, face conflicted as if he was considering giving me a hug.

“Right, sure you did. This has nothing to do with Gale Weathers’ movie deal, I’m sure.”

I wasn’t stupid, the one thing my parents loved was money. More than they loved me, more than they loved each other. I knew they were just dying to rinse as much as they could out of this. The fact their only daughter was best friends with “The Prescott Girl”? Icing on their fucked up cake.

“I’m not going back to Woodsboro, okay? What, you want to try and do a big ass press conference again? Profit off your daughter dying and coming back, off of Sidney’s trauma? Yeah, no. Sorry you had a wasted trip. Bye.”

I pushed past them, my mother's hand tried to wrap around my arm, but I shoved it off, glaring at her and snapping out, “Don’t,” at the same time my dad begged, “Angela, don’t.”

She looked me up and down, ignoring my dad and shaking her head.

“We pay for you to go to this college, send you money, so you can live, and you can’t do this for us?”

I laugh, bitter and sad, “Oh, I’m sorry, mom. Sorry for not letting you exploit me or Sidney’s family for your own fucked up gain.”

“Drop the attitude, Dahlia.” She scoffed at me.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest tightly, and scoffed at her. She looked me over again, shaking her head again as if what she saw disgusted her.

“Dahlia, we’re sorry we haven’t been here for you.” I glanced at my dad as he spoke, doubt filling my face. “We weren’t there for you when you needed us, and we’re sorry for that.”

“Yeah, it sure seems like it-“

I felt a set of hand rest on my shoulders and for once, didn’t jump. I knew exactly who it was. I felt my eyes drop closed for a second as I leaned into his touch, practically feeling the curious stare Mickey was looking at my parents with over my head.

“Oh, who's this?” My mother’s voice had shifted to a lighter tone, an instinct whenever anyone else was within proximity. Couldn’t let strangers know what a raging bitch she was now, could she?

“Great.” I muttered under my breath before clearing my throat, hand reaching out to gesture from my parents to him. “Mickey, these are my parents, Angela and Jared. Mom, Dad, this is Mickey.”

“And Mickey is?” My mom asked, eyes flirting from my face and up to his. I wished I could see his expression.

“My boyfriend.”

Both of my parents’ eyes widened for a minute, looking from me to Mickey like they couldn’t believe it.

I felt Mickey move to stand beside me, and I finally glanced at his face. He looked almost curious as he eyed my parents before slowly extending a hand to my dad, switching on the charm quickly. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

My dad shook his hand, and I noticed he flinched just slightly at Mickey’s grip.

“Ma’am.” Mickey withdrew his hand, nodding slightly at my mother who was still staring at him a little dumbfounded.

“Boyfriend?” My mom finally spoke, ignoring Mickey and pulling her eyes back to me. “Really? And is he the reason you won’t come home?“

“You know why.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, and I sighed, glancing up at Mickey and back at them, “It’s late, can we please talk tomorrow? I’m guessing you’re staying at a hotel.”

“Dahlia-“ I shook my head once at my dad, grabbing Mickey’s hand and tugging him along behind me. He muttered, “Nice meeting you,” before quickly following me into my building.

“They seem nice.” He said sarcastically with a small smile once we were in my room, plopping himself down on my bed. “What are they doing here?”

“They want me to go home because it’s the end of the semester.” I told him, shrugging off my jacket and carefully placing it on the arm of my couch. My new phone buzzed, my phone number must’ve been given to my parents by the college, great.

Tomorrow evening, 6pm at Lakeside Restaurant. We’ll talk about all of this, love Dad.

I stared at the message for a second before responding with a blunt, okay.

I joined him on my bed, beginning to loosen my hair from its braid.

“What, you don’t want to?” He asked, swatting my hands away and gesturing for me to turn around, to which I quickly obeyed, letting him untie my hair swiftly and leaning into his touch. It was ridiculous how comfortable he made me feel, how all of my worries seemingly melted away as soon as I was with him.

“God, no. I never want to go back there.”

He hummed quietly, combing out my hair gently with his fingers before saying, “I’ve got nowhere to be either.”

I tipped my head back to look at him, watching his lips turn up into his heartbreaking smile as I did so, “No?”

“Nope. Randy and Sid going to see their families for break?” I nodded, shifting backward, so I was nestled into his arms, head resting on his shoulder. “I like the thought of having you all to myself for a few weeks.” He whispered into my ear, his voice sending goosebumps across my body.

“Oh, I bet you do.” I laughed, turning my head to kiss his jaw gently.

His face was serious, his hand settled on my hip and pulled me over, so I was straddling him, my hands playing with the back of his soft brown hair.

“You want me to come with you to speak to your folks tomorrow?” He asked seriously, lifting a hand to wipe some hair from my face. “Moral support and what not?”

I shook my head quickly, biting my lip.

“Why?”

“They’re very… judgy. You think they’re dicks now after two minutes of interaction? You don’t want to be sitting with them for an hour-long dinner, trust me.” I smiled fondly at him, sliding my hand from the back of his neck down his chest and torso. I felt his breathing change slightly and couldn’t stop my smile from widening.

I had to admit, it felt good knowing I had just as big an effect on him as he had on me. I wanted nothing more but to forget about the array of bad news thrown at me today, forget that my parents have turned up at my school unannounced.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He offered, moving his head forward to gently kiss my pulse. I shivered, only managing to hum in response.

“You let me come with you tomorrow, I’ll make you cum on my tongue till you can’t fucking take it.”

How could I say no to that?

Very quickly, I found myself lying naked on my bed, Mickey’s head between my thighs and his mouth latched onto my clit, one finger very tentatively curling inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re good.” I sighed, back arching and pressing my cunt into his face. He laughed against me, pulling back slightly, with the tip of his tongue still licking circles at my clit. I looked back down at him, watching as he fisted his cock whilst he ate my pussy, the sight only driving me closer and closer to the edge.

He edged me for about a half hour, dragging me closer to the edge only to snatch it away, a shit eating grin on his face as he watched my expression change and felt my cunt tense around his skilful fingers.

“I’ve made you into a desperate little slut, haven’t I?” He asked, pulling his mouth back and using his fingers to rub at my clit instead. I groaned again at the change of pressure, nodding my head quickly in agreement.

“Your fault.” I mumbled. “You promised you’d make me cum, you’re not coming tomorrow-“

He cut me off with licking a strong stripe up my pussy, halting at my clit and cradling it with his mouth, sucking indulgently and his finger pumping faster.

My hands threaded into his hair, forcing him to stay exactly as he was as I pushed myself down against his face again.

This time he didn’t snatch it away, letting me cum with a loud whimper on his face, before quickly moving onto his knees, pulling me up by my arm.

Without hesitation and knowing exactly what he wanted, I took him into my mouth quickly, only having to take him down my throat once before he came in my mouth with a groan, his head falling back and his hands in my hair, fisting it gently as he twitched and shot ribbons down my throat.

He gently pulled his cock from my mouth, falling back down onto the bed and pulling me with him, my head resting in his chest. I listened to his heart thudding, his chest heaving as he sighed, pressing his lips softly to my hairline.

“I needed that.” I said happily, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I know you did, baby.” He mumbled into my hair. “I was only half joking about me coming with you tomorrow, I get it’s something you need to do by yourself.”

“No, no.” I lifted my head, looking up at him and cupped his cheek, running my thumb along his cheek bone softly. “A deal’s, a deal.”

[aprilchallenge]

Fics of the Week

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Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC)

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee)

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Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Worth the wait 🌺 @jerzwriter

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Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC)

Other character: Malia Lahela (F!OC)

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Paring: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson), with special appearances by Tobias Carrick and Julian Santiago (m!OC)

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Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi 

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Pairing: Eli Sipes; Jim, Florence & David Sipes (his family)

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Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC)

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Edits & Artwork

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Newly Added Fics

Feb 11 - 17, 2023

🎭 Angst  |  🦚 Angsty Fluff  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series  |  📷 Edit  |  📱 TextFic  |  Ⓜ Mature

BRYCE X F!OC

After Dark: Satisfaction Guaranteed - @storyofmychoices ☁💘

Bryce has a special surprise waiting for Olivia.

I’m a Sucker for You! - @peonierose ☁💘

Bryce and Luna spend some time on Valentine‘s Day (even though they’re not the biggest Valentine’s Day fans).

Love, Rosie - @peonierose 📷💘

It’s February 14th, Maxine‘s Birthday. So all her family & friends share some love on her (not) beloved day. Valentine‘s Day.

Once A Shattered Heart - @a-cloud-for-dreams 🦚

As Chandini and Bryce work on planning their wedding, he helps her deal with a heartbreak that never healed. [Wedding]

ETHAN X F!MC

A Valentine's Surprise - @peonyblossom ☁💘

Ethan is woken up early by his daughter, who needs his help making a Valentine's Day surprise for her mom. [Domestic; Family]

Abundance - @jerzwriter ☁💘

It's their first Valentine's Day together, but they still have to keep things secret... and Ethan isn't helping.

Accidental Valentine - @cariantha ☁💘

It’s Valentine’s Day and Ethan and Sawyer get “stuck” spending the evening together.

Afternoon Delight - @coffeeheartaddict2 ☁💘

It is Valentine’s Day and Ethan sends Casey a cake to help get her through the afternoon.

Caked - @txemrn 🎭Ⓜ

After receiving horrible life-changing news from the hospital's lab report, Tatum is overcome with worry with having to be the bearer of bad news to the couple. TW: Depiction of dysfunctional eating

Death Stare - @headoverheelsforramsey ☁💘

A friendly staring contest turns into a heated competition. Who will emerge as the winner? Ethan or Meera? [Donahue's; Friends Intervene]

Flowers - @jamespotterthefirst 🎭💘

She is stung when he sends flowers to someone else on Valentine’s Day. [Jealous]

Making a Mark - @txemrn ☁💘Ⓜ

Despite med school exams, Ethan and Tatum plan on spending time together for their first Valentine's day; but their plans take a different course... literally. [Jealous]

Not the Right Person - @lucy-268 ☁💘

Various “Celebrations” for Valentine’s Day when you aren’t celebrating with the right person. Feat. Sienna Trinh, Aurora Emery

Okay to treat yourself - @amortentiaopenheart ☁💘

Ethan receives an anonymous gift.

Special Surprise - @potionsprefect ☁💘

Luke and Lily enlist Aunt Sienna for a very special mission. Feat. Sienna Trinh [Domestic; Family]

Staying In - @potionsprefect ☁

Victoria is left disappointed when she is sick on her birthday. [Birthday; Illness/Injury]

Valentine Memories - @liaromancewriter ☁💘

When Alan finds a box of childhood memorabilia, Cassie teases Ethan about his romantic past. Feat. Alan Ramsey

ETHAN X M!MC

The Art of Doing Nothing - @dr-colossal-pita ☁💘

They don't do valentine's cards...until they do.

PLATONIC/ENSEMBLE

Stained Glass and Stuffed Animals - @peonyblossom ☁💘

Sienna continues her own little tradition of Valentine's sleepovers with her friends, even if most of them already live in the same apartment.

The Galentine’s Day Queens: A TRR / Open Heart Crossover - @bebepac ☁💘

Daniel takes Riley and their friends on a special night on the town as Galentines. Feat. F!MC

SIENNA X M!OC

The Reluctant Valentine - @liaromancewriter ☁💘

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Max can’t say no to his favorite girl.

TOBIAS X F!MC

Ground Rules - @jerzwriter 📱Ⓜ

Not long after they finally made it official, Casey just wants to set some things straight. Can Tobias wear her down?

No One Else - @jerzwriter ☁💘

Misunderstandings, changes in plans, a blast from the past, and secret admirers threaten to turn Tobias & Casey's first second Valentine's Day upside down.

Part 1

Simple Pleasures - @jerzwriter ☁💘

Tobias is driving himself crazy trying to create the perfect Valentine's Day for his new wife and momma-to-be. [Pregnancy]

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SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

[findroleplay]

Hii 22 female looking for 18+ scream rp m x m or fxf preferred but will do fxm (just no nsfw for that fade to black okay and I would like to play f but will do m)

Ships I'm looking for (preferred characters if left blank either)

(Randy) x mickey (will play mickey though)

(Billy) x randy

Tatum x Sidney

Kirby x Jill

Billy x (stu)

(Sam) x kirby

I will play any of these characters plus tara and Mindy against an oc, I'm open to talking different ships. I mostly rp on discord: your_n3wbesti3 add me there or interact (or dm me) and I'll get back to

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[txemrn]

Making a Mark

Summary: Despite med school exams, Ethan and Tatum plan on spending time together for their first Valentine's day; but their plans take a different course... literally.

Word Count: ~2450

Warning: 🔞 For Mature Audiences Only 🔞 language; smidge of angst (couples fight!); 🍋 (these are iddy-biddy lemon seeds, but I guess technically this needs a NSFW label); brief mention of an injury

A/N: ❤ Happy Valentine's Day, fandom! ❤ This is one of those fics that started out as one idea, and I just allowed it to unfold as I typed and, well, here it is, and I hope you enjoy it! Some characters and plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry. This is not beta'd; please excuse my errors.

A/N 2: I am participating in @choicesflashfics week 20 prompt challenge! I'll be using prompt #3: "Are you flirting or starting a fight?" It will be in bold.

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The faint waft of black coffee and leftover Chinese take-out infiltrates the sterile setting of the education building, the tell-tale sign of one thing: mid-quarter exams. With a massive pass/fail immunology exam staring at her the following week, Tatum is taking advantage of every moment to study with several classmates–even though it cuts into her first Valentine’s Day with Ethan.

They both agreed that the holiday wasn’t something they particularly wanted to fuss about with expensive gifts or acts of grandeur–not to mention, they were more concerned with the other person doing well in the upcoming slew of exams; but still, they wanted to spend a little time together.

Ethan and Tatum are in separate classes this quarter, which forces them to work a little harder in finding time to enjoy each other’s company; at least before, studying was an excuse to be together.  But, they had a mutual respect and understanding: doing well in school takes priority.

“Okay, Drew… treatment plan for MG. And go–!”

“Jesus, Lauren,” the tall, broad-shouldered blond groans, dragging his hand down his face. “We’ve been at this for almost six hours. It’s Valentine’s. Can we please reconvene tomorrow?”

“Shit,”  Tatum glances at her watch, “has it really been six hours?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun, huh, Erikson?” Tobias chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

Tatum flashes a sardonic smile. “I’m not sure I’d describe any time spent with you as ‘fun’, Carrick,” she claps back as he pops his gum loudly in her direction.

"That's only because we haven't been able to spend our time together properly."

Tatum rolls her eyes as she piles her notebooks into her bookbag and pulls out her phone. "Six seconds is hardly proper," she bites, earning her several snickers from the rest of the study group. "I better get going."

“Oooo-oooo!” Lauren singsongs. “Are you and Ethan doing something fun tonight?”

Tatum shrugs, stifling her smile as a soft pink swirls on her cheeks. “Not really, but he is supposed to pick me up."

"Oh!" Drew tugs on his jacket. "Are you going to his place? It's on my way, if you need a ride."

"You don't have to do that," Tatum smiles kindly, appreciating the offer.

"I know I don't have to," he titters. "C'mon. It'd be a waste of gas on his part."

Tatum knits together her eyebrows in consideration. Drew makes a fair point, not to mention she trusts him. "Okay… let me text Ethan so he's not sitting there, waiting for my call."

Ten minutes later, Drew and Tatum were walking the three blocks to where he parked his truck. Even though it was fairly late into the evening, the walkways were illuminated by the street lamps and the bright silver moon.

They were chatting about the previous week's lecture when a pair of headlights blinded them, slowing down to park next to the street curb where they were walking.  Being chivalrous, Drew protectively stepped in front of Tatum, shielding his eyes with his hand in an attempt to see the driver behind the wheel. Treading closer, they both instantly make out the figure.

"Oh, hey, Ramsey," Drew waves, relief in his voice. "I was worried there for a moment."

"Me too," Tatum giggles along with her colleague as she approaches the passenger door, waving at her boyfriend. "Hey," she smiles curiously, "what are you do–?"

"Get in."

Tatum halts. Hearing the gruff tone, she turns up an eyebrow as her eyes roam over Ethan's surly expression. "You okay?"

He gives a curt nod, his gaze unable to meet hers.

"Oh… okay," Tatum quietly mumbles, turning to Drew. "Thanks anyway," she offers a crooked grin as he opens the door for her.  "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See ya, Erikson," he nods, shutting the door as his hazel eyes flicker over to a brooding Ethan. "Uh… good seeing you, man. Will you be at the next poker night?"

Ethan glares at Drew, his nostrils flaring. "We'll see," he mutters as he begins to pull away.

"Ethan," Shocked irritation seeps from Tatum's whisper. "That was rude."

He remains silent, his attention fixed on the road as his jaw ticks tighter.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

Ethan continues to drive in silence, his lips pursing to hold back unspoken words. 

"Did… did I do something wrong?" Tatum probes further. "Are you mad at me?"

Ethan glances briefly at her, an indiscernible heat forming in his gaze.

“Are you flirting… or starting a fight?”

When he still doesn't speak, she sighs, slumping back into her seat. She props her elbow on the door before resting her head in her hand to look out the window. "You could at least talk to me."

The silence between the young couple grows painfully haunting as they are left with only the rhythmic rapping of rubber meeting the pavement. Each block they travel, Tatum's face contorts as her anger festers.

They had never fought before– not like this. Ethan and Tatum were fairly reasonable people with clear heads, and while they can irritate each other, they've always been able to be thoughtful, be logical and discuss their problems. What was different now?

"You know what?" There's a sudden sharpness in her tone. "Just take me home, Ethan."

Ethan continues to drive, the car remaining at its current speed with no signs of changing direction.

"Did you hear me?" She raises her voice, staring at a stoic Ethan. "Stop being such an asshole and take me–"

Tatum suddenly screams as the car jerks  off the side of the road into a grassy wooded area. Kicked-up dirt billows around them as the brakes screech to a halt.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind, Ethan Ramsey?" Tatum unclicks her seatbelt, reaching for the door handle–that is until a large hand grips snuggly around her wrist, yanking her back into her seat. She instinctively turns her head, glaring at Ethan, wrestling her arm away from him. "What the hell is wrong with–?" 

Her words fall silent as Ethan pulls her against his chest, pressing his lips to hers with a searing kiss. He slips his hand behind her neck, deepening their touch, but with her hands on the firm planes of his chest, she pushes him away. Shock and confusion rest in her eyes. "Wh-what was that–?"

Ethan is left breathless from their kiss, a predatory, yet conflicted glint in his smolder. "I don't know what the fuck you've done to me, Tatum Erikson," he growls. 

"Me–?"

"I am logical," he interrupts, "I've always been. And level-headed." He pauses, looking out the window as if searching for the right words. "I am not that guy–you know I am not that guy, Tate. I don't dream about futures and marriage and babies and-and meeting your family and taking you to meet mine. I–" he stumbles into silence.  

He slowly turns towards her, his crystal gaze instantly meeting hers.  A sudden crackle of electricity ignites in the stillness as they stare with hunger baited on their quickened breaths. "Tate," his voice softens, "I don't get unreasonably angry, not over a girl.  And I especially don't get jealous."  He cups her face tenderly as he continues. "But you… you're not just a girl. You're the–" he stops himself, feeling a sting of warmth growing behind his eyes.

He swallows thickly as he draws closer to her. "The thought of you… being alone with any other man–”  

"Ethan," her breathing becomes ragged. "You have nothing to worry about, baby. I–"

"It's not you I worry about, Tate," he sneers. "Guys like that are biding their time to touch… to take… to fuck what doesn't belong to them." A weighted groan clings to Ethan’s exhale, his eyes growing dark, possessive. His thumbs press more firmly into Tatum's cheeks, more protectively as if claiming a prize.

"Tatum," he growls from behind his gritted teeth. "You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?"

A heat coils in Tatum's lower belly at her boyfriend's confession. They had become exclusive before Christmas, but she knew well before that she was falling for him. And this new, overwhelming sensation terrified her; sure, they were committed to one another, but did he feel the same butterflies, the same bundle of nerves, the same vulnerability? Or was she alone?

But just like that: Tatum knew. They weren't just exclusive; they were in love.

With her head in Ethan's hands, she tenderly grabs ahold of his wrists before closing her eyes. She leans her forehead into his, the frustration from moments ago melting away.

Ethan's breath shudders at the feel of her soft skin pressed against his own. Embers of feral heat kindle his growing length as his lips crave another crushing kiss.

This woman…  Somehow without notice, without even trying, without even believing things like this were possible, she had become his everything. 

His thumbs trace the curves of her cheeks before dragging across her supple bottom lip. 

Tatum's eyes flutter open, Ethan's lustful gaze piercing through hers, desire pooling between her legs. She turns her attention to his intimate touch, pressing her mouth to his hand. She plants sweet kisses along his palm before taking his fingertips into her mouth. A glimmer of dow-like innocence permeates her stare, her tongue playfully swirling around his knuckles.

"Tate," his breath hitches, a spark of arousal coursing through his veins. "You… you're teasing a dangerous line… and I'm not sure I can control myself…" His words are dark, ominous, warning.

"Maybe I don't want you to control yourself…" Her words drip like sweet honey, yet ignite like kerosene.

He pushes his large fingers further into her mouth, an abrupt choke rasps as he reaches the back of her throat. A corner of his mouth curls deviously as he watches her eyes glitter with tears. He pumps his hand again, the sound of her gag causing his jeans to tighten further, his eyes swirling into a deep obsidian. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He spreads his fingers apart, allowing her tongue to glide back and forth in between his knuckles. 

Tatum hums as he pulls out his fingers, licking her lips as an invitation for more. Keeping her hooded gaze on him, she pushes Ethan back into his seat before lowering his head. She straddles across his lap, his large hands finding her hips before caressing the thick curves of her ass.

"You know what I want?" A Cheshire grin crawls across her face as she roughly combs her fingers through his soft, espresso waves. "I want you to show me what belongs to you."

Ethan's eyes grow curiously large as Tatum grips the hem of her shirt, discarding it quickly before unhooking her bra. "Touch me, Ethan."

His hands slide up her bare back, his fingertips hungrily digging into her skin as he pulls her into a crushing kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck as his tongue swipes to deepen the kiss.

He finally nips at her bottom lip, giving it a tug before tracing kisses down her chin to the delicate lines of her jaw. 

Soft moans escape her mouth with tickled giggles as his mouth dips lower across her delicate skin. She grabs his hands, guiding them to her pert breast, his grip suddenly eager and rough. His thumbs tease the ache of her hardened nipples, stars of her own arousal dancing before her eyes in bright glitters of white.

And then bright lights of red.

Then blue.

And then red again.

And suddenly, there's a gentle tap against the window followed by the intruding strobe of a flashlight.

"Alright, kids, take it home."

"Oh, fuck," Ethan mutters as Tatum lets out a stunned scream.  He abruptly grabs Tatum to hurry her back into her seat; but with his jerks pulling against her own attempts to hide her nakedness, she tumbles off of his lap, landing on the floorboard with a loud thud. 

He sits his seat up while trying to adjust the obvious and painful bulge in his jeans. Wiping his mouth, he rolls down the window. He clears his throat and fixes a charming smile to his swollen red lips.

"Evening, sir."

"License and–" The police officer stops, hearing whimpers coming from the passenger side of the car. He shines a light and notices a crumpled Tatum, her shoe stuck behind the gear shift and trying to crawl into her seat from the floor. "Son, I highly recommend that if you want to–" he dramatically coughs, "continue the rest of your night, you fix that."

"Y–yes, sir. I will–uh… right now?"

"Right now," the cop gives a wry smile. He glares at Ethan as he sucks on a lollipop. "As for you, young man, in the spirit of Valentine's day," he scoffs into a snicker, "I'm letting you off with a warning." He sighs, shoving a small notebook in his pocket. He turns on his heel to leave, but stops to inspect Ethan one more time. "Get a room."

As the officer returns to his car, Ethan breathes a sigh of relief… then he jumps out of the car to race around to the passenger side. 

"Tatum! Shit, I'm sorry!" Ethan gently helps her up, positioning her into the seat before taking off his jacket to drape across her bare chest. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she quietly answers, holding her head in her hand. "I think I'm fine." She moves her arm to pull the jacket over her shoulder when Ethan gasps.

"Oh God," he hisses, "you hit your head!" He gently takes her chin into his hands, turning her neck to get a better view of her face in the light. A large, purple knot was growing along her hairline, several blonde strands now stained a deep rouge. "Shit. We need to get you to the ER–"

Suddenly, Tatum cups her mouth with her fingers, stifling her laughter.

"What could possibly be funny? You might have a concussion–"

Tatum lets out a snort before a bubbly tirade of giggles fills the night air. "I was hoping you'd leave a mark on me tonight… I just… I didn't picture it quite like this."

Ethan rolls his eyes, but is glad she can see the humor of the moment. He snickers under his breath, fastening his girlfriend's seatbelt. "I'll keep that in mind." He shuts the door, hurrying back to his seat. He starts the car, but before driving away, he glances at Tatum with a mischievous smile.

"What?" She questions, dabbing away her tears from laughing so hard.  He chuckles, licking his lips. "What? Tell me!"

"Oh, baby," he smugly croons, "trust me; that contusion is nothing compared to the marks I have planned for you later." 

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[roleplay-today]

18+F 💞, looking for Scream and Stranger Things roleplay, i would like cc x cc, but i do have a scream plot that is oc x cc if that's preferred. Currently i only play as female characters so i'm only looking for m x f or f x f

for Scream, i would like to play Tatum or Sidney, against Stu or Billy (mix match ship with these 4 is also okay, i also usually accept every ship from the 1st movie so there's no harm in asking if you're specifically looking for something else)

for stranger things, i would just like to play Chrissy, against any character, preferably against Eddie or Robin, but any character I'll let slide

either like or just send a DM if interested, i prefer to roleplay on discord and have very few limitations 🕊, i'm semi lit to advanced, depends on you and quite active.

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Not interested: Part 1 (Tatum x Denise x Mystery Guy)

Summary: Three people, two friends and a stranger. And all what they have in common is that they are all broken. Some more than another. He loves the girl he shouldn’t. She was cheated by her scumbag ex-boyfriend and doesn't need or seek for love. And another guy... he is a mystery. The mystery that will remain just that. And just for the night two will build emotional bonds and another will seek only physical knowing that he cannot give more, knowing that she also knows it. He isn’t interested, but probably two others are...

Words: 3210

Rating: Teen

Warning: a bit angst / two guys and girl dancing 

A/N: I’m even not sure what it is and if any good. But I just read and re-read... And just hope you will like it. Sorry if it’s terrible or make no sense, I really am sorry and I really hope that it’s make sense and not complete fucking fuck (as per part 2) I’m trying to make sense to what will happen in Part 2. If someone read that, thank you.

Here we go... under the CUT. As I said tagging only who interacted with the Six Sentence Sunday just in case if someone not interested and I just don’t want to assume as this definitely isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

“Come on, Tatum. This is the last one. I promise. Pleeeeeease,” whined Denise, while her eyes were eyeing the guy she spotted when they entered the club.

Tatum sighed wearily following grudgingly after the girl who was dancing her way through the crowd onto the dance floor, holding his hand.

It wasn’t his scene, but Denise insisted on him going out with her to celebrate his return from the army and her last day in Rutherland before she would head home for another couple of months before coming back for the Peace Summit. And that... that was the only club in town he knew as he was dragged here on more than one occasion by the girl who once was his best friend, by the girl who now he even wasn’t allowed to see.

His eyes involuntarily scanning the crowd. His heart skipping a beat every time when he heard a rumble of melodic laugh or spotted the cascade of chocolate hair framing a round face, but only to squeeze painfully in realisation it wasn’t her. Not the girl, he wanted to see so desperately, but wasn’t allowed. 

At least he thought so until he got the offer to become the head of her security, but even now knowing that this was the cruel way of her mother to remind him, that she will never be his, that she can be nothing more than his assignment. Not even a friend as she was once, five years ago, but the girl he will need to pretend means nothing to him and that their friendship is now in the past.

His eyes wearily moved to the guy following Denise’s sightline, feeling a spark of recognition when his eyes landed on the stranger leaning against the bar and sipping on his drink, but he still couldn’t place a face to the name.

“You said that exact same thing a few songs ago,” grumbled Tatum, rolling his eyes, while his hands went to her hips. Her hands placed on top of his intertwining their fingers. Her back pressed to his chest and their bodies moved in the rhythm with music making him swear softly, when her butt brushed against him, feeling how his dick twitched from the sensation. “Sorry...," he mumbled, while they continued to dance. Her hips swaying in time with music. And he could feel how her body brushed against his ones again with deliberate precision, knowing that this time it wasn’t by accident. “Deni... stop doing that,” he chastised her, trying to move her away from his body or to be precise from the only part of his body that didn’t cooperate with him, even though he wasn’t interested.

“I know.... I know,” she responded, not even a single note of remorse in her voice. His hands still on her hips, and her butt still pressed flash to him. “Still it was worth a shot. But don’t worry Damien warned me, quoting him: to keep my claws away from you. This why my eyes sat on that guy over there at the bar. God, he is handsome. Are all Rutherlandian men so handsome? The things I would do to him…”

“Stop. I don’t need to hear what you would do with some random guy,” exclaimed Tatum, covering her mouth with his hand, while another was still gripping her hip. The fingers digging in her soft skin firmly. And the single thought, like a mantra on a constant repeat, ran through his mind.

I’m not interested. I’m not interested. I’m not interested.

But even though he wasn’t interested, he also knew that the part of him definitely was. The same part that was straining against the seam of his jeans, and by the way she ground her ass against him even firmer before turning to face Tatum, he knew that she knew that too.

“But are you really sure it’s such a good idea to hookup with some random guy? You don’t even know him,” said Tatum, eyeing the guy with suspicion. Feeling the danger posed by him. Knowing that Damien and Nadia would never forgive him if anything would happen with Denise especially while on his watch.

The smirk brightened her features, when her hands ran up his muscular chest before wrapping around his neck.

“Why? Jealous?” she teased him, before laughing lightly. “Don’t worry, I know your story or at least part of it. And I got the message, you have someone, or at least you want to be with someone. And it’s killing you. Been there, done that, not even remotely interested to do that again. But can you at least pretend that you are enjoying tonight with me? It’s not like I ask you to marry me.”

“Sorry,” mumbled Tatum, after scanning the room for a hundredth time this evening. “I’m trying, but that place...”

“Reminds you of her? Don’t apologise. Even though I don’t understand that, I get it. And we still can have a great time as friends. So what do you say? Let’s go grab a drink?” she asked with a wink, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bar where sat the stranger without waiting for him to protest what by the look on his face and by the way his lips parted he definitely was trying to do.

When at the bar, she slipped at the empty bar stool next to the handsome mystery man, flagging the bartender to get them a drink, while tapping her leg in the rhythm to the music and singing along before turning her head to the guy.

“How’s that drink?” she asked loudly, nodding to the smoking pink drink in the guy's hand. “By the way my name Alex, short for Alexandra,” loudly declared Denise trying to over-cry music, catching an amused glance from Tatum, watching him raise an eyebrow at her as if asking, Really? 

But her attention was quickly torn from Tatum, when she felt how the stranger took her hand in his making her heart jump in her chest and her eyes widened, feeling how the current of electricity shot straight through her from his touch. Watching how he slowly brought her hand to his lips, feeling a soft touch of a stranger's lips to the back of her hand that sent a thrilling sensation through her. Sensation that she didn’t feel for a very long time, feeling how her cheeks started to burn from a simple gesture.

“Aren’t you here with your boyfriend?” he asked. His lips lingering for a moment longer on the back of her hand before letting go.

“Who? Tatum? God, no. He isn’t interested,” laughed Denise before Tatum could even utter the word.

“Lucky me, I guess. My name is Chris,” said the mystery guy.

“Evans?” joked Denise.

“Not quite,” replied the guy with a rumble of sincere laugh, something that Denise wasn’t used to.  “Would your friend mind me buying you a drink?”

“He will not,” replied Denise even before Tatum could say anything, feeling the heat of his gaze, when she quickly downed the drink in her hand emptying the glass in one gulp. Watching him flag the bartender for the drink he just promised her.

“You should...,” tried Tatum, mumbling ‘slow down’ but realising that it would be pointless, promising himself that he would stop her as soon as he would see that she had too much to drink.

After a while she started to notice how Chris' phone vibrated again and again on the wooden bar counter while his attention didn't waver from her, making her start to wonder how long he would keep ignoring his phone and who was so persistent. But finally after his phone vibrated for the tenth time within a few minutes he flipped it over to look at the messages. A flash of annoyance and humour painting his features but he quickly hid it, turning back to Denise again.

“Someone significant?” asked Denise, nodding to the phone he still held in his hand.

“No, nothing of kind. Don’t have one,” he shrugged while his smirk widened after he saw the middle name his dad used whenever he was really pissed at him. Finally he closed the phone, switching it off completely before turning to face the girl again. Denise moved closer to him, placing her hand subtly on his thigh, making his brow raise at the gesture, smirking at her in question. Her eyes locked with his, while she whispered seductively, throwing at him the same words he told her earlier. “Lucky me, I guess.”

After a few more drinks and some conversation Denise hit the empty glass on to the bar counter, when another song filled the dance floor, making her jump from the stool and grab Chris�� hand. Her other hand grabbed Tatum’s, who tried to protest, saying that he is perfectly fine right where he was. And that he will just look after her from here letting the other guy have this dance and another one if he can help it. But instead of letting him sulk alone while his eyes would swoop the club for that only person he so desperately wanted to see, she forcefully dragged him to the dance floor. Brushing off every single attempt of his protest.

She stepped closer to him, pressing her back flash to his chest, while her hand circled around his neck, making him bend lower, breathing against her slender neck. His hands automatically dropped to her waist resting there, trying to keep his thoughts cool. But every time when her body moved in tact with his, he felt how his thoughts got clouded, and his body tensed, jerking against her back. 

Closing his eyes, and taking a few deep breaths, he tried to collect himself, but instead he felt how her hips swayed with purpose against him, brushing just right against his rigid length. His fingers flexing involuntarily on her waist, digging them into her soft skin. His heart thumping and a low groan emanated from his throat, while the mantra on a constant repeat ran through his mind, while his body felt otherwise.

I’m not interested. I’m not interested. I’m not interested.

He could see how her hands reached for Chris, or whatever this guy’s name was; pulling him closer to her. Her hands wrapping around his neck. His hands moving to her swaying hips and his eyes fixed on hers feeling mesmerised by the chocolate depth beckoning him closer. Tatum could see how he leaned forward holding her gaze, not letting it go, while his lips parted, stopping just a breath away from hers.

She could feel how the beat of the music made the heat between them intensify. And her breath hitched, when she felt his breath against her lips, hot and heavy. His gaze dropped to her lips just for a split second, feeling how his breath caught in his throat, moving an inch closer to meet her lips. Feeling her soft gasp when his tongue pressed to hers in a hot, opened mouthed kiss. Feeling the current of electricity passing through them tearing them apart, before their lips met again more intensely. Same time as her ass insistently pressed against Tatum, making him curse with a deep shuddery breath.

Fuck... thought he, feeling that he needed to leave right now, run away as far as possible before he did make a mistake. Feeling, how wrong it was to get her sandwiched between two lusting bodies, letting her body rub against him and another guy in a dance. Feeling, the intoxicating scent of her lavender shampoo wash over him, making his brain short-circuit for a second before he managed to shake himself from the trance and step back.

His legs moving on their own to the bar ordering a shot of tequila and then another one and another, while his eyes still fixed on the dancing couple joined in a passionate kiss, making sure that she is safe with the guy they just met.

And it felt like he finally could breath, his body relaxing while his dried throat rinsed by a hot, burning liquid.

Yes, he shouldn’t do that, not even consider it... her. No matter how tempting it was just for one night to get in another's arms, forgetting for a moment for the only ones he wanted but couldn’t have... no matter how his own body betrayed him and no matter how willing she was, he wasn’t interested even though she made sure that it would be almost impossible to resist her.

The thought to flee, flashed in his mind and he knew that he should have listened to it. Knew, that he should leave her with that other guy and run as far away from here, probably as far away from Rutherland as he can. The only thing that kept him from doing that was... She was a friend, and more importantly she was his friend’s girlfriend’s little sister and he needed to keep her safe until she would board the plane and leave. And the other thing was he did like her and he didn’t trust the guy. Something in the way he acted... in the way how easily he swayed Denise, didn’t seat right with him. And he didn’t want her to get hurt.

So instead of listening to his instinct he sat there and waited, downing one drink after another even though every bone in his body screamed for him to flee. Every instinct in him warned that it was a bad idea as he wasn’t interested. And it was bad to give her the wrong idea.

His eyes still locked on the dance floor, watching how her body moved to the beat. Her back was now pressed to this other guy’s chest, while his hands were pressed firmly to the hem of her dress. His thumbs hooking slightly underneath it, brushing her soft skin and drugging the hem of her dress a little bit higher, just enough for the lace edge of her stockings to be seen. And Tatum could feel how his length hardened even more, while he couldn’t tear his gaze from the sliver of her bare skin peeking from under her dress, feeling how the hot flash creeped up his neck. 

His eyes fixed on Denise’s. Watching how her head lolled to the side giving perfect access to the guy behind her. Watching how his lips graze her soft skin moving up her neck before whispering something into her ear, making her laugh.

God, it was too long for him since the last time he had anything physical... too long since he had a chance to lose himself into another human’s arms... too long not to be tempted by what was offered willingly. Too long since he let himself loose... letting himself forget even though for the few hours the only girl he couldn’t have but loved.

She shouldn’t tease me, thought he, feeling how his heartbeat elevated when their eyes met across the dance floor in the dim lights of the club, and her teeth dug into the corner of her bottom lip. But he shook himself from the thought, feeling how the trickles of cold sweat formed on his forehead. Repeating the same words he thought earlier. 

I’m not interested. I’m not interested. I’m not interested.

And even though it was the truth, his body seemed to have a thought of its own.

He cursed slightly, knowing that he shouldn’t be interested as even though his body was, Denise was still Damien’s girlfriend’s sister. The same Damien’s who only six months ago cared enough about him to fly all the way to the Rutherland and drag him out of the darkest place he ever was, reminding him that he wasn’t that type of guy and that no matter how many beds he will change or how many drinks he would have, he will never forget the girl he loves. Beating some sense into him after he fell hard and fast into the pit of depression and hollowness that was caused by his accidental run into Claire. Reminding him that all the feelings he tried to suppress for all these years will always be there. He knew that from his own experience. And every lie he would ever tell himself will hit him hard, beating him into the curb. He knew that as well. Until finally he would realise that the only way to fight it would be accept the truth. And not to do whatever it takes to numb it, pushing it as deep as possible under his stoic mask. But to do the opposite, to face the truth of his feelings like a man.

And now he was falling again, spiralling deeper into the darkness. Losing himself again. And all it took was a single glance at her from the distance, the single sound of her sweet musical laugh, when he was in the Manor taking Madam President’s offer. The offer he knew was a mistake to accept. And all it took was a longing for the only person he couldn’t have, for the only person he ever would love. And once again he didn’t know how to cope with that, how not to feel so much love and pain toward the person who never was meant for him.

It was after 3 in the morning when Tatum saw them approach, feeling Denise’s gaze locked with his, sliding next to him onto the bar stool, while the guy excused himself to make a quick phone call.

“Didn’t you forget something?” grumbled Tatum, nodding to the old clock over the bar, lowering his head closer to her so she would hear him.

“My flight is only in another six hours, and I already spoke with Chris while we danced and he will give me a ride,” replied Denise with a wink. Her voice was still a little bit slurred from the alcohol, when she flagged the bartender over, ordering three glasses of lime soda before Tatum could stop her.

“I didn’t see much talking happening,” frowned Tatum, downing the non-alcoholic drink as soon as the glass clicked against the counter.

“Have you been watching?” whispered Denise leaning closer to him, while her hand rested on his thigh, running a little bit higher.

“It was not what you... I promised Damien that I will look after you, which includes making sure that you will board this damn plane,” he growled when her fingers shifted just an inch higher, making the breath leave him, and for his eyes to darken just a shade.

“Afraid I’ll stay?” she chuckled, her body brushing his, when she slid from the stool in time to get wrapped into Blaine’s arms. “Ready to go?” she asked, while her eyes were fixed on Tatum with a challenge, smirking when he bit the bullet.

“I’m going with you...,” he grunted, catching her hand. His eyes firmly held hers. The scent of the lavender mixed with her natural scent making his head spin just a little, feeling more drunk then he probably was. “I promised Damien to keep you safe,” he added, throwing a quick glance to the guy who smirked at him before helping Denise out of club and into the waiting car.

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Morning Sketch: Briefing Loyalty knows no bound for these two.

Notes: First two chapters of Foreign Affairs interested me. Especially ch. 2...

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AAAAAAND We found our culprit to the weird tags! It's the embedding of that playlist right up there. Why did it just start doing this a couple of months ago. *shrugs* What does this mean going forward? *shrugs* I do apologize for the unnecessary tags, though.

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“Animal Farm” - BIBI; Nevertheless (TRR; Prince Liam x f!OC)

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January 10 -16

Big Sky Country

Sneaking Away To The Swimming Hole | Sawyer Oakley x F!MC - @littleredroseonthevalley​​

Bloodbound

Bound by Destiny II, part 2 series | Kamilah Sayeed x MC - @clansayeed​​  [adult content]

Chapter 6: The Discussions

Pieces Of The Past series - @itslaniquelove​​

Chapter XII | Adrian Raines x F!OC 

Desire & Decorum

As I Walk Away series | Ernest Sinclaire x MC - @otherworldlypresents​​

Chapter 1

Meant To Be series | Hamid x MC - @lorirwritesfanfic​​

Secrets In Small Doses  [adult content]

Second Chances series | Hamid x F!OC - @missameliep​​

Chapter Nineteen: The Foredales’ Issues

Unspoken Desires series | F!OC, Vincent Foredale, Dominique Foredale - @princess-geek​

Dancing Is, In A Way, Like A Sword Fight

Two Girls, A Name, The Same Spirit

Foreign Affairs

Surrender | Tatum Mendoza x F!MC , Blaine Hayes x F!MC - @trappedinfanfiction​​

The Freshman series

Little Moments Of Sweetness | Chris Powell x MC - @ethanramseysrookiexox​​

Mother Of The Year

Somewhere | MC, daughter - @littleredroseonthevalley​​

Open Heart

Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U

Just Ordinary Is Nice | Thomas Hunt x MC - @ethanramseysrookiexox​​

Ride Or Die

The Soul Of A Woman | Logan x MC, MC x M!OC - @shewillreadyou​​  [adult content]

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Art | Drake Walker, Liam Rys - @littleredroseonthevalley​​

Count On Me | Maxwell Beaumont, MC - @sfb123​​

Fast Forward series | Liam Rys x MC - @bebepac​​  [adult content]

Chapter 25: Dear Mama

Sapere Aude | Liam Rys x MC - @sfb123​​

Part 3  [adult content]

Second Chance Romance series | Marquise a.k.a. Liam Rys x MC - @khoicesbyk​​  [adult content]

Chapter 22: Cold Fire

The Year Of The Bucket List series | Drake Walker, Hana Lee, Maxwell Beaumont, MC - @thegreentwin​​

Chapter 4

Save The Date

Client Issues | Justin Mercado x MC - @ethanramseysrookiexox​​

Crossovers

The Freshman/The Royal Romance

Mia's World series | TRRMCx M!OC, Chris Powell x TFMC - @bebepac​​  [adult content]

Chapter 7: A Moment Of Weakness