#edit: just saw the typo. oh fuck me

[theinfinitedivides]

it's AMC promoting the series in their FYC post with all these new entries first face you see is Assad next to Jacob in 2x8 (iirc) used as promo for the PGA Awards and then you scroll through and zilch. zero. nada. that man could be a fucking cardboard cutout prop for all they care he Does Not Exist. i can't even be happy about the Delainey + Jacob nod for SAG or 2x5 & 2x8 being submitted they're literally wiping the only other prominent actor of color who made this season possible off the plane of existence. i'd laugh but i'm too busy suiting up to go find their racist xenophobic Islamophobic ass

[rookiesbookies]

Inspired by my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller and a second submission to #Soapitup (im summonimg you again @glitterypirateduck ). Im actually going to name this one and it’s called:

A doll and his loser.

Its loser!reader x sex doll!Reboot!Soap

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Especially let me know if you want part two

Fic under the cut as always.

Edit: im incredibly dyslexic im so sorry for typos

When the line of 141 sex dolls, which were based on random men she had never heard of who seemed just magically created for this line, showed in a sketching email in her inbox, she must have been truly weak that night. She had been incredibly drunk and disappointed by a man who just didn’t even bother to bring her pleasure. So of course she ordered the sketchy, ‘satisfaction guaranteed’ doll. There were choices, quite a few actually. But it was the beefy Scottsman that stood out against the rest, she couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it was his soft face, his muscles, or maybe the outfit he came with, it could even be his hair. Sure there was a photo of what his cock looked like on the sight, a normal length with a great amount of girth, but she wasn’t too picky.

She had completely forgotten about the lifelike sex doll she ordered, she learned was named ‘Johnny’ until the giant box that weighed more than she did sat on her doorstep. She quickly shoved the package marked ‘fragile’ in her door. The gibberish language on the side of the box wasn’t one she recognized, she realized as she struggled to get the box in. She gently put the box on its side before grabbing a butter knife from her kitchen.

When she got the sides of the box open she saw his face. So much softer in person, with his long lashes and plush cheeks. She traced her thumb over his cheek and over his lips before his eyes gently fluttered open at her touch. He seemed almost surprised before his eyes relaxed. It must be the personality software? It did say something about that. His eyes a crazy blue, the kind that looks like the ocean meeting the sky, they were so glossy and sweet, they seemed, truthfully, real. She brushed it off, its just a doll, this was a high tech sex doll, at least that's what the marketing said.

He studied her features and watched to lean into her warm touch, but his rigid body wouldn’t allow it.

She did her best to get the heavy doll out of its box. Dragging it into her bedroom. Even his hair is life-like, which was crazy.

When she got him onto her bed she propped him up against the headboard of her bed, his eyes watching her every move as she walked back out to search for his manual.

“Stupid company didn’t even send me a manual.” She grumbled, a few things were written on the box.

‘Ejaculates like a real man!’ ‘Life-like groans!’ ‘Tease him to get him up!’ ‘Built like a real stallion!’ There was a forth thing that the words had pulled off of when she tore off the tape, now it was illegible but she saw it pointed to the lips, so she assumed they were ‘soft like a real man’s!’

He was almost static in whatever position she put him in, one of his arms hovering in the weird position she left it in.

He seemed almost too lifelike, the way his eyes watched her.

“What?” She asked, “you seem surprised.”

She was met with silence.

“Oh, who am I kidding, you’re a fucking doll. You’re not going to reply to me, this isn’t some X rated Toy Story movie.” She grumbled before her stomach grumbled back. So she left her doll man to get some food.

She cooked herself a quick meal then went to go shower, completely forgetting about the doll as she stripped until she noticed the large bump in his change.

“I didn’t realize stripping to shower meant teasing,” she thought out loud. “At least now I can check if you were marketed correctly.”

She gently undid the belt on the doll’s pants, which seemed like real high quality jeans a real person would wear, before undoing the button and the zipper. Sliding down the waistband of his underwear she noticed the monster.

Her eyes flew wide, “maybe I should ask for measurements next time,” she mumbled, she wanted to faint. “They didn’t tell me you had a horse cock, big guy,’ she chuckled to herself, his eyes almost looking prideful, pupils seeming larger with almost bedroom eyes. They must have some crazy tech.

“I must really be losing it, talking to myself,” she sighed.

She let her fingers gently graze his dick before she spit on her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his fat cock delicately, not reaching all the way around. She sighed before getting up to pull more lube from her night stand. One of her hands, now covered in lube, began to massage him while her other hand began to rub around her pussy.

She hummed, mumbling about how needy she was, how guys had disappointed her in the past, what she wanted. This went on for a few minutes until she was sure she was prepped, awkwardly climbing on top of her beefcake sex doll before lining him up with her hole and sinking down. His eyes rolled back but she didn’t notice because her’s did too.

“Oh fuck,” she mumbled almost pitifully, letting her head fall against his hairy chest, a tattoo of a Scottish flag pulled tight on one of his pecs. “I haven’t been filled like this in so long.”

She sat there and adjusted, hands balled into fists against the doll’s chest. A chest that felt so warm and inviting.

She slowly began to rock her hips, soft whimpers and moans falling from her lips that got louder as she began to bounce on him. She supported herself with one hand while the other was in her mouth to suffocate her louder moans. Her eyes teary from the girth of him.

The doll let out little groans and moans too that slipped from behind his sealed lips.

It wasn’t long before her tight walls began to flutter, he came almost instantly when they began to flutter, she gasped at the feeling but kept going until she reached her own peak. But it wasn’t quite enough, so she kept bouncing. He came faster and faster, cock starting to ache because of the bonnie lass that was riding it. With a cunt like that on him he couldn’t help but shoot hot, white spirts into her.

When she got off him, it slid down her inner thigh, she swiped it up and stuck it in her mouth which made him almost faint.

“Jeez, it tastes real too,” she said like a question before walking away.

She got a wash cloth she had been planning to use for a shower and cleaned up the dolly with gentle touches. She felt like she needed to treat him like a real man, he was so close it seemed. She zipped his pants back up and set him on the ground before putting a sleep mask over his eyes.

“Nothing personal, I just don’t know how to put you in sleep mode and I don’t want to accidentally turn your dick on again when I get out of the shower.” She said before hopping in the bathroom. Her pussy was sore to say the least, but the good kind, the kind that makes a girl feel well used and fulfilled, she did her best to get the most of that fake cum out of her cunt.

After she scrubbed herself clean of the day and of that fulfilling session with her doll she made her way back into her room and flopped on her bed before crashing and falling asleep.

She used him about every other day or so for the next couple weeks before she started ovulating. She was like a bitch in heat, her body couldn’t calm down. She was flushed and couldn’t stop. She had two days off from work and pulled Johnny from where he had been set on the chair, returning him to her bed. The weird doll must have realized something weird was happening because it- he- was immediately hard. She immediately got on too of him, she had tried other positions but cowgirl was just the easiest by far with Johnny. She immediately lubed herself and him up, pumping him twice to make sure he was fully hard before sliding on.

The broken moans that fell from her mouth were a chorus of angels singing in his ears.

“I feel like such a loser,” she whined, “talking to and fucking a sex doll instead of a real guy, i feel like a weirdo.”

She put her head to his chest with whimpers falling from her mouth. He had already cum, his noises turning to the broken ones they always did before he came, a nice audio cue for the doll to have.

“Just a little more, please,” she whined to her doll.

After she rode out her high she laid sprawled out against his chest.

“I wonder how you’d be im bed if you were real,” she asked no one in particular. She was so especially weak right now. Ovulation making her so needy and sad, she couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss to his stiff lips as she let her eyes flutter closed to take a breather before the horny took back over.

She didn’t feel his stiff body relax, she didn’t notice anything until his plastic-y fingers ran up and down her waist.

“You won’t have to wonder any more, bonnie lass.” His voice was a low grumble in here ear, his scottish accent loud and clear. “How do you want it, I’m going to take good care of you.”

Hope you have a wonderful day, lovely reader💜 you deserve it

ALSO SIMON’S IS UP NOW.

[infamous-if]

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As won by the poll, the MC x Seven first kiss drabble is first! A few things: 1) this drabble is fucking long sorry and 2) though this is what I imagine their first kiss to be like, I don't want to go as far as saying it's completely canon, mostly because I'm sure it can go many different ways with different types of MC's. And 3rd) I tried really hard to make this fluffy and not so serious and I'm sure you can see the shift where I thought 'oh crap' but...I am not a fluff writer and I will be working on that lmao 4th) as always, I do not edit my drabbles and I really only do one draft of them so excuse the wordy/awkward sentences or typos or any of that sort and finally, sorry about that last line lmfao

“Have any of you seen Seven?”

That’s the question you’ve been asking all night since your band left The Golden Spoon, a bar in the crux of the city. It had one of your best audiences in recent memory; there were no lulls in engagement, no dull moments that made you question yourself. People loved the songs and danced their hearts out, some even asked for pictures once the set was over. Fame, however small, feels pretty fucking good. 

That holds the most truth in Seven. After the set was over, they were on a high, laughing and talking to anyone who offered them even a sliver of their time. That’s usually how it goes with a successful set--Seven becomes a magnet for all sorts of attention. Unreachable, untouchable. No wonder you barely had a chance to talk to them after leaving.

It didn’t bother you, considering you were all heading to the bar owner’s apartment for a small after-party. You just assumed you’d talk to Seven there, considering it’s an apartment. Eight-hundred square feet at most. Small enough that you could spot Seven’s familiar red bandana in any crowd. 

Or not. 

The group you just asked share equally confused looks and answer with varying shrugs. 

You huff, pushing through the slightly sparse but growing crowd. You maneuver through the kitchen and ask a haggle of women who claim they didn’t even see Seven arrive. The man standing alone in the hall? Saw Seven once and never again.

You’re growing frustrated.

With every answer, your impatient grows. Where the hell could Seven be? You came with them but were quickly swept away by the hordes of people throwing various questions and praise your way. Seven hasn’t responded to any of your texts either, which sprouts up a small seed of worry in you. 

“Hey, MC!” 

You look up to see Jazzy beckoning you over to the couch in the living room, where most people have congregated. In the center stands Rowan, gesticulating wildly as he tells a story from high school...one you’re sure you’ve heard many times before.

Jazzy waves you over again and you sigh. Half your mind still on Seven’s whereabouts, you stride through the living room and take a seat in the corner of the couch next to Iris, half your body pressed against the armrest.

“…and that’s when I had to sit down because I kid you not, I was about to fucking eat concrete…”

The group laughs as Rowan weaves a tale of failed skateboarding antics. The names of you and your friends come up a few times, and whenever Seven is mentioned you can’t help but jolt and look around in hopes that they slipped back inside at some point in the story. With every mention, your body deflates further and further.

Until your phone buzzes. 

You turn it around, only to catch Seven finally responding to your million texts asking where they are.

Seven: Roof

You quirk a brow at the message—the one word that says so much—and type something quickly in return.

You: Thought you died.

Another buzz.

Seven: Can’t get rid of me that easily.

You snort, though no one else is laughing. You lower your phone a bit to appear engaged but send back a quick text. 

You: Aw, really? I was hoping I’d finally be free of you.

Seven: Har-har. Are you coming or not? I’m feeling lonelyyyy

Your heart races and another laugh bubbles out of you when Seven sends a GIF of someone ungracefully falling on the floor. You didn’t realize how much of a relief it is to hear from them until now, seeing Seven’s text on your screen. Is your body that attuned to them? That, whenever they’re gone, you can feel their absence, so palpable it’s as if a part of you is missing? When they’re near, you feel more than complete. Drowning in so much joy that it’s almost overwhelming?

What do you call that?

You shake away the thoughts and send a reply: Coming. 

Brushing yourself off when you stand, you catch your friends looking at you. You shoot Rowan a small smile and walk out of the living room, where you quickly hear him go into another story about who-knows-what. At least the party seems interested.

Another buzz. 

Seven: Bring some bears please

You: Bears? 

Seven: Beers. Whatever. 

Shaking your head, you put your phone away and divert your path to the kitchen where you swipe two bottles of beer. You use the end of the counter to pop open the tops before making your way out of the apartment…only to soon realize you don’t actually don’t know where you’re going.

Dangling the beers between two fingers, you take out your phone. 

You: Where am I going?

Seven: Are you serious? It’s a roof. Just go up.

Seven: lol

You: I will kill you.

Seven: OMG you really are trying to get rid of me

You: Seven Lawless

Seven: Using my whole name? Just shivered. The roof entrance is down the hall to your left. Ignore the signs telling you…not to go to the roof. 

You move to the door and sure enough, there is a large sign warning of any trespassers. 

You: You mean the sign saying that ‘violators will be fined and/or arrested?’

Seven: Ignore it. It’s just a very strong suggestion

Seven: (trust me) 

Scoffing, you push it open with your shoulder and go up the single flight of stairs to the roof. Stepping outside grants you a cacophony of sounds; car horns, the sound of the wind rushing past your cheeks, music playing from Seven’s phone. 

“I’m starting to think you look at the floor plan of every place you enter just to find the roof,” you say by way of greeting as you approach them.

Seven looks behind their shoulder from their spot on the ledge, their previously blank face widening into a sly grin. 

Your heart races at the image of Seven smiling at you, though you quickly push it down. You don’t know what’s been happening but lately, everything Seven does pulls a reaction from you. A simple look makes your stomach squeeze. A brush of their hand sends goosebumps up your arms. A smile can throw your whole body out of whack. 

“I needed a break,” Seven replies, turning back around to face ahead. As you get closer, you see their legs dangling over the edge. It’s not too far below—the building is four stories—but it’s still enough to give you vertigo when you go to sit next to them. “Someone asked me to sign their divorce papers."

Your lip twitches as you hand them a bottle. “Did you?”

Seven looks over to you, gaze glittering beneath stray strands of dark hair that fall in front of their eyes. “Yes.” 

You laugh and Seven swats your following hand away in your attempt to shove them to the side. “Woah, woah!” Their brief panic from the possibility of falling is laced with humor and you let out a small, ‘sorry!’ that Seven waves off. 

"Signing divorce papers," you muse. "I wonder what we'll sign when we're global rockstars."

Their humor subsides, and their smile weakens as they toy with their bottle. You wait, silent, as Seven inhales through their nose and says, “Do you ever regret it?” They gesture vaguely around them. “Doing…all of this?”

You face ahead and think about it, stretching your legs out in front of you. “Not really. Do you?”

Seven takes a swig of their drink before setting it down next to them, lifting both shoulders in a quick shrug. “No. This is all I ever wanted to do.”

“Then why don’t you sound so convinced?”

Their eyes cut to yours and they snort a little. 

“Hey, you brought it up,” you prod.

They huff through their nose, eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. “Shut up.” Once again, their humor is brief, and you start to think that there must be something within Seven that’s torn, fighting to come out. It wouldn’t surprise you; Seven has always loved too much, hurt too much, felt too much. They call it a Fatal Flaw, how attached they get, but really, you find it endearing. It’s rare to find people like them in this world. You wish they knew that. “Ah, I don’t want to ruin the mood.”

You nudge them. “Say it.” 

They begin rocking back and forth in thought, nudging you back every time they move. “Sometimes…when I’m on stage…” They clear their throat. “Sometimes I feel so lonely.”

Oh.

You expected many things, but not that. 

Lonely? Seven is lonely? Granted, Seven hasn’t had the greatest home life, but you assumed that they found an abundance of people to surround themselves with. Hell, they looked like they were having the time of their life after the gig!

Seven’s frowning now, their eyes glazing over with an emotion you can’t read. “I see all those faces and I love it. The attention. The way they sing our songs. I feel fucking alive, you know?”

You nod, hanging on to every word. You understand them; the feeling of music and standing on that stage, singing emotions and states of being that can’t be explained in any other way but through song.

“But then I look back and…” They chew on their inner cheek, brows furrowing as they evidently search for the right words. “I wonder if they see me. Like really see me.” 

Your lips part. For a moment, you’re speechless. “Sev—“

“And I know it’s unfair to think that,” Seven breaks in quickly. “They’re fans. I shouldn’t put so much responsibility on them, but it just….fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“No!” you say. Seven jolts and whips their head toward you, giving you a look of alarm. “I get what you’re saying.” You adjust to face them completely. “I feel it too, sometimes. You just want to be seen not as Seven Lawless but…” You clear your throat. “Seven Duckstein. You know?”

Seven holds your gaze. Their eyes sparkle under the fairy lights that are strung around the lattice detailing on the roof. As their eyes dart around your face, searching for something, you wonder if it was wrong to bring up their real name. It’s always been a sore topic for them, amongst other things. You just hope Sev understands what you’re trying to say. 

They crack a small smile and nod. “Yeah.”

You let out a small breath of relief, grateful Seven understands what you mean. You gaze around, looking down at the street below. Distantly, you can feel Seven’s eyes still on you. Your skin burns under their stare, but you do your best to keep looking at the tiny people running inside shops, chatting, and slipping into cars. Living entire lives that you will never know the depth of. 

You wonder if you have learned the true depth of Seven Duckstein. Even after all these years…they still seem like a mystery to you. 

And you sort of hate how exciting that feels. As if uncovering the hidden layers of your best friend is something to look forward to. 

“I’m not lonely with you, though.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet theirs. You laugh a little. “How could you be? I’m with you 24/7.”

Seven rolls their eyes and it’s their turn to shove you. “Can you be serious a sec? I’m trying to tell you I appreciate you.” They drag the syllables on the word ‘appreciate,’ trying to emphasize the severity of the moment. 

You raise your palms in mock surrender. “Keep going. I’m listening.”

They pause for a beat. “No. I’m nervous.”

“What!”

“Too much attention.”

“You’re a performer?!”

They raise a finger. “That’s different.” 

“Oh, please—“

Somehow you and Seven fall in a lighthearted round of bickering, swatting each other’s hands as you playfully fight. That fighting soon turns into tickling, and Seven’s usually even voice turns into high-pitched squeals that you wish you could record to use against them later.

You don’t know how it happened, but somehow Seven ends up on their back, sighing happily at the darkened sky that hovers over you both. You lean on your side, your body pressed against Seven’s, and rest your head on your hand.

“Come onnnn,” you prod, poking their rib. They squirm. “Tell me how much you appreciate me.” Your voice softens as Seven’s humor dies. “Tell me how you really feel.”

You meant for it to come out as a joke, but the delicacy in your voice betrays the true intention that’s hiding deep within you.

Seven’s eyes slowly, hesitantly, glide away from the stars pulsing in the sky to meet your eyes. With their hair framing their face, their small smile, and the glare of the fairy lights dancing on their face, they have never looked so vulnerable.

So…different. 

“I don’t think I should.”

That has you stiffening. A flare of panic rises in your stomach. What does Seven mean by that? Part of you knows but…no. You’re being ridiculous. 

They turn their head away, rolling their lips. It’s silent for a moment. You convince yourself Seven won’t speak until they say, “I’m afraid. Of you.”

“What?” you blurt, eyes wide. You hardly know how to act right now. This conversation has gone a direction you’re not sure of.

They turn back to face you. “You have too much power over me. It scares me.”

You open your mouth to speak. The only thing that comes out is a pathetic noise from your throat.

Seven snorts at your reaction, frowning at the sky. “You really don’t know the effect you have on others.”

“I doubt I have any impact on others," you mutter, feeling oddly self-conscious.

“Fine then. You don’t know the effect you have on me.” They huff, throwing their bandana aside to run a hand through their hair in frustration. “It’s kind of annoying.”

You sputter out a laugh, reaching out to poke them again. “Are you seriously insulting me—“ 

Seven grabs your hand mid-way, their skin warm against yours. You look down, staring at the polish on their nails as they curl their hand around your palm. “I’m not trying to insult you.” 

“Then what are you trying to do?” you mumble, your eyes still on your joined skin. 

“I’m trying to do as you asked.” Seven inhales a shuddering breath. “I’m telling you how I really feel.”

You jerk a nod. “Okay. Sorry.” Your voice is quiet. “Go.”

Silence.

Seven’s lip twitches as they look up at you. “Nervous again. Too much attention.”

“Fuck off,” you throw out, though there’s no strength behind your words. 

It’s Seven’s turn to apologize. “Sorry.” They swallow. “I just think I might mess up my words with you looking at me.” 

You debate something. Debate the logic behind whatever you’re going to say next. This moment feels too big to make decisions on feelings you don’t know are fleeting or not. This is Seven. Your best friend. Anything you do will permanently change the comfortable camaraderie you two have had since you were kids. 

But…you can’t stop from thinking it might be worth it anyway. 

“Then don’t use words.” 

Seven’s lips part, mostly from surprise. And then you see it; the shift in their expression-- from uncertain to determined. Their eyes darken and slowly, they release their grip on your hand to place it on the back of your neck, pulling you toward them. 

Your heart races in your chest. Are you two really doing this? After years of casual closeness; sleepovers, handshakes, private looks across crowded rooms. Has there been an underlying attraction you just never paid attention to? Or maybe you did, and both of you were too afraid to confront it. 

Seven is slow at firs, as if they aren't quite sure they should be doing this after all. But when you don’t pull away they grow the confidence to close the remaining inches of space between you.

Kissing Seven isn't like anything you imagined. And you can't lie; you've imagined it plenty of times.

What is happening...?

Lips warm against yours, you clutch the leather of their jacket as they pull you closer. The kiss is a messy and desperate dance of teeth and tongues but you don’t mind. Not when Seven tastes like gum and alcohol and is sending goosebumps down your arms as they absently run circles on the skin of your neck. 

Messy seems about right.

Seven smells of lavender and pine and mint and so many other smells you never noticed until now, when you’re so aware of them and their existence that your brain can’t make out any words except Seven Seven Seven.

Seven kisses you like it's their own salvation; as if kissing you now is the only thing anchoring them to this moment. As if pulling away means breaking whatever dream you two have found yourselves in. So they pull you even closer, deepening the kiss and sighing happily into your mouth.

You could kiss Seven Lawless all night. Shit, you could kiss Seven Lawless forever.

They tug on your lower lip with their teeth just lightly before closing their mouth to plant a more chaste kiss before pulling away. You swallow a frustrated groan, stifling the urge to pull them back into another kiss. 

Your eyes flutter open at the loss of warmth.

"That...that was a lot better than I thought," they breathe.

"You've thought about it?" you joke, careful not to speak too loudly in fear of ruining the moment.

Their answering nod is jerky. "Yeah. An embarrassing amount of times."

You both laugh. The humor quickly dies. Then...the worst part comes: the silence.

The horrible, awkward silence.

See, no one ever talks about what comes afterward. The reality of realizing what it is you've just done. The panic that follows the post-kiss clarity.

“Uh…”

“Er…”

They slowly drop their hand from your neck. 

And then they burst up, making you fall back on your ass. 

“You—“ They whirl around. “Did you just kiss me?”

“Me?!” you guffaw, standing on your feet as well. “You mean you kissed me!”

“Me?” They stand there, and then a manic, happy laugh escapes them. You watch as they put their hands on both of their cheeks, blowing out a long breath. “So I did, didn’t I?”

It’s your turn to laugh. You feel drunk. “Yeah. You did.”

“You kissed me back.” Their voice comes out almost accusatory.

“Yeah.” Your brows furrow. “…I did.”

Seven and you stand there. A rush of wind passes. Neither of you speak.

Until both of you do.

“That—“

“We—“

Seven physically clamps their mouth shut with their hand. Your brain is a static fuzz of nothingness. 

Songwriters at a loss for words. It’s almost funny. 

“Is…” You clear your throat. “Is that how you really feel?”

Seven meets your eyes and then quickly looks away. “Yeah.” A mumble. “For a while now.”

Your eyes widen. “I—“

“Don’t say anything!” Seven raises a hand, stopping you. 

You jolt, mostly because Seven just acted like they saw a bug or something. “What!”

“You know in the movies and TV shows where a person confesses to another person and that other person feels obligated to say something back even though they likely didn’t think it through as long as the other person?” Seven says in one breath.

You blink. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“—well, I always found that to be pathetic. Almost like a pity response.” They begin nervously smoothing their hands on their pants, exhaling a heavy sigh. “Just don’t…say anything, okay?”

“Seven.”

Seven, still a bit frantic, comes over to you and puts their hands on your shoulders. “Just forget this happened. I’ll get over it. I just…I may have drank a bit and I needed to get it out of my system and I don’t want this to ruin what we have.” 

You have whiplash. Maybe it was you who drank too much. You two were just kissing—kissing—and now Seven is telling you to forget it...?

“That kiss was in the heat of the moment and I mean, I did like it but it may be weird and we’ve been best friends for so long that I know you might find it odd. And hey,“--they let out a burst of shaky laughter--"maybe we can write a song out of thi--'

You pull their face forward, stifling the rest of their words in another pathetically desperate kiss that burns you all over.

It takes Seven a few seconds to catch up, but when they do, their hands go from your shoulders to your cheeks, cupping your face.

By the time you pull away, you're both slightly breathless. You say, “Just…shut up.”

Seven simply stares at you, parted lips glistening and eyes peering at you as if you’re a painting in the Louvre. Like you're something worth their awe and wonder. 

Maybe it’s now, just like when they were laying down, that Seven is seeing you differently too.

The sound of metal squeaks in the air with the door opening. You and Seven jolt, quickly shuffling away from each other just as Rowan, Iris, Devyn, and Jazzy appear. 

“We were looking for you gu—what’s going on?” Jazzy asks, her eyes darting between you two.

“Nothing.” Seven takes a wide step away from you, swiping a hand across their lips. You swear you see the shadow of a smile on their face. “We were just...talking.”

“You were missing the party, Sev Sev.” Jazzy comes over to Seven and throws her arm around their neck in some sort of move that can’t possibly be comfortable. “Where did you go?”

“Sorry, Jazz Jazz,” Seven jokes back, exasperated. They keep one eye on you as Jazzy pulls them away back inside. They steal one glance at you before they disappear down the stairs.

You stand there, ruminating over what just happened. Your lips still sting and the phantom touch of Seven’s mouth still makes the hair on your arms rise.

“You okay?” 

Rowan’s voice has you jolting back to the present. “What?”

“You and Seven.” Rowan gestures at you. “Are you guys alright?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” You wave a dismissive hand as you begin walking back inside. “Totally. We’re just peachy. What are we doing?”

“We’re heading home, actually,” Iris says, shooting you a curious look. “Party got boring.”

You snort, and you and your friends walk down the stairs to meet Seven and Jazzy in the hall. Seven looks your way and quickly averts their gaze, grazing the bottom of their teeth along their lip in evident thought.

You know, eventually, you and Seven will have to talk about…whatever that was that just happened. You’re not quite sure yet what it means. Though you do know one thing: tonight has changed something. Suddenly your friendship is something far more than precious: it’s fragile. And you can’t help but wonder what that kiss means for it.

“Should we get something to eat?” Iris asks the group as you saunter out of the building. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” Rowan snorts, weaving Iris’s jab. 

“I’m okay with anything you want.” As Seven says this, they look over to you, and you know they’re not just talking about food.

“Yeah,” you decide. “Me too.”

“Burgers it is,” Iris says. Devyn hums in agreement.

Seven smiles at you, and you can feel the shift in them. When they gaze at you, something else lies there. Something else that makes your heart quicken.

Yeah, you may not know what comes next in your friendship, but you do know one thing: you and Seven will never part.

And that thought comforts you.

[byhuenii]

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prompt— couples truth or drink with bf gojo satoru. (WC: idk) pairing— gojo satoru x fem!reader warnings— MINORS DNI! not proofread, fluff, maybe ooc gojo, typos, suggestive, maybe more im missing. a/n— these videos get me through boring days lol, i love these and yeah MINORS DNI. gojo’s questions are in blue and yours are in purple

“ are we already recording orr… ” satoru’s blue eyes squint at the camera crew who put up their thumbs as a yes now start the video.

YN : “ hi. my name is yn ln! ”

GOJO : “ and im satoru gojo, and this is truth or drink couples edition! ”

“ how long have you two been together and how did you meet up? ”

a sly smirk rolled onto satoru’s lips causing you to groan outloud. “ well if you insist~ she actually spilled coffee on my white shirt that i gifted myself for my own birthday! and 2 1/2 years ”

“ it didnt even look expensive ”, she mumbled under her breath, a few staff giggled

GOJO : “ what? ”

YN : “ nothing anyways.ill go first! ”

a small chuckle escaped her lips, “ oh wow starting off stong. okay what is your favorite part of my body ” her eyes deadpanned to the camera “ i already know what he is gonna say, and its gonna be my ass and boobs .”

GOJO : “ wrong its your heart, i love the way it beats and brings me comfort ”

the silence was evident, gojo tried not to laugh causing little hee hee tee hee slip out. you stared at the camera blank expression.

GOJO : “ it is your boobs and ass though. ” a wide smile plastered on his face

“ have you liked any of my friends? ” satoru happily placed the card down staring beams against you, you hesitated at bit your hand rested against the cup, “ see! she only had eyes on me—“

you took a shot eyes squinting at the bitter and hot aftertaste lingering on your tongue

GOJO : “ WHAT ?? ” “ WHO?? WHAT ??? ”

YN : “ nope i took a shot im not saying shit! ”

GOJO : “ …do any of them know..? ”

YN : “ well i wanna say both of them. ”

GOJO : “ BOTH? AS IN TWO?? ”

you cleared your throat “ anyways, what were your first impressions of me ”

GOJO : “ i thought you were really cute especially when you apologized after spilling the coffee on my shirt.. ”

YN : “ is that it? ” you smiled at how sweet he thought of you

GOJO : “ …and that i wanted to fuc— “

YN : “ OKAY OKAY FUCK. NEVERMIND I ASKED. JUST GO. ” your face turned red flipping off satoru who blew you a kiss

“ what is the one thing you wouldnt change about me? ” satoru rested his head in his hand kicking his feet from under the chair

YN : “ your beautiful big blue eyes. ”

GOJO : “ i was expecting you to say like my big dick or something but awww ”

you kicked his foot under the table “ yeah i guess i love that too. ”

GOJO : “ no no you do love it, you tell me all the time ”

“ okay shut up satoru. how many people did you have sex with while we were talking? ”

GOJO : “ zero, after you spilled that coffee on my shirt i only wanted you. ”

“ whats the meanest thing you said about me to your friends? ” gojo smiled, “ it cant be that bad ”

you sighed taking a shot, debating if you should pour yourself another shot.

GOJO : “ okay im hurt ” he exclaimed dramatically,

YN : “ you may of not had sex with other girls when we were talking but you flirted with them toru. ”

GOJO : “ ..hey i said i was sorry! ” his pout was evident

“ if you could change one thing about me what would it be? ”

GOJO : “ nothing. ”

YN : “ all quick.. ”

“ me or peeta mellark? ”

YN : “ both? ”

GOJO : “ no pick thats not fair! “

YN : “ okay well you obviously! i love my boyfriend more than some fictional man.. ” you looked over at the camera ans whispered peeta mellark,

GOJO : “ HEY I SAW THAT NO NO— “

“ have you ever faked an orgasm? ”

YN : “ no. ”

GOJO : “ im just that good ladies never settle for anything lower! ” he winked at the camera

“ have you ever thought of breaking up with me or taking a break? ”

GOJO : “ honestly once i did, but that was just because my job is so demanding i didnt want you to constantly be alone waiting for me ”

“ would you of dated me STILL if i had a child with another women? ”

YN : “ oh hell yeah i would, kid no kid it dont matter to me ”

“ what is my biggest flaw? ”

YN : “ you are very cocky and some times act like nobody can touch you or you think youre alone basically. ”

GOJO : “ well..damn ”

YN : “ its okay i still love you ”

“ have you every considered having an open relationship? ”

GOJO : “ i have thought about it BUT i don’t like the idea of open relationships. whats the point of being im a relationship if you are going to date another person? it doesn’t make me feel right either.. ”

YN : “ okay good cause i would’ve killed you if you said yes. ”

“ whats the nicest thing you’ve said about me to your friends? ”

GOJO : ww had meanest so obviously we need the nicest now spill.

YN : okay well, this was when we were in our talking stage. i already knew he liked me but i was trying to figure out my feelings and he waited for me and was so supportive. i think i cried and ranted to my friends about him the next day—

GOJO : i mean nobody should pressure nobody into a relationship

YN : see ladies NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS KEEP THOSE EXPECTATIONS HIGH.

GOJO : in the wise words of taylor swift “in a world of boys hes a gentleman!”,

YN : since when did you know tswift…

GOJO : …

“ if i was a leech would you still love me? ”

GOJO : “ aww yes, id put a cute little bow on you! ”

YN : “ really? id love a glitter bow— “

GOJO : “ i would keep you on my arm ans let you suck the shit out of me— “

YN : “ okay bye this video is over. MAKE SURE LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE— ”

GOJO : “ WHAT ALREADY? I WAS JOKING WAIT PLEASE, ”

A/N: :3 gojo :3

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller band au microfic pt4

heyyy guys pt4 is hereeeee

ok so this one is a bit shorter bc I’m a bit tired today but I rlly wanted to write it anyway so I did lol but it’s not been edited like at all so there may be typos pls point them out if u spot them so I can fix them tyyyy

yayyyyy I love this one

Ok ppl who wanted to be tagged/wanted the next part: @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @picklerab23 @nikholascrow @always-reading @weirdtinkerbellversion @lady-stardust-incarnate @depressedtheatrekiddo @y0url0verb0y @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @lulublack90 (as always pls lmk if u want to be added to the taglist/don’t want to be tagged x)

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Barty’s stomach flipped as Evan looked at him, stunned and stunning. Then the moment was broken and Evan turned his head to look at Dorcas who seemed to be fighting back a laugh. This was stupid fuck this was stupid.

“Did you know about this?”

Evan asked Dorcas who shook her head.

“First time I’ve heard about it.”

Stupid, STUPID. You’re so stupid Barty why would you go and say that. You should have said no when Marls suggested it, should have said no straight away.

“It’s um- to make a statement. Kiss on the stage to piss of Riddle but it’s fine you don’t have to-“

“It’s a good idea.”

Evan said quickly.

“Oh, yeah it was Marls’. Wouldn’t want to um…steal the credit.”

Wouldn’t want you to think that the idea of kissing you plays on repeat in my mind every second I’m awake. 

“Yeah. I um- I want to. I think it would be good-“

Brilliant actually it would be fucking brilliant Rosier.

Barty amended Evan’s statement.

“To make a big statement.”

“Yeah.”

Yeah. Yeah what other reason would there be Barty? What were you hoping for? Pathetic isn’t it. The way you would gladly lick the crumbs left on his plate if he asked you to. He doesn’t want to kiss you, he wants to piss of homophobes. Don’t forget that.

It was in fact too late for Barty to not forget that because all that was ringing in his ears was ‘I want to. I want to.’ Because honestly Barty was going to kiss Evan. Maybe for the only time ever in his life. But he was going to. He’d never even thought it a possibility before. 

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I figured out that this modern world is turning the wrong way round

There’s something about the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down

So we just have sex to solve all our problems

Let’s do it again

It had been Pandora’s idea for the kiss to happen during ‘cotton candy’ and everyone had immediately agreed. It was a stroke of genius really. Barty had originally thought it should take place in a love song, but that wasn’t what this kiss was about. This kiss was about the freedom, the liberation everyone deserved to be who they were, to test their limits and experiment and not be judged for being queer or straight or promiscuous or prudish. Cotton candy was just that. A call for sexual liberation, a call to stop demonising young people for living their lives.

And I wanna get stuck between your teeth like cotton candy

So you remember me darlin’

Barty turned his head to look at Evan. Their microphones were too far apart on separate sides of the stage, everyone hated it. He felt uncomfortable so far from Evan, they just performed better when they were up close together. The crowd had actually been pretty annoyed when they saw it at first. Still when he looked he saw Evan staring back at him. He cocked his head sideways, a silent, last minute ‘are you ready?’ Evan nodded. 

Im losing myself in you 

In you 

In you

In you 

In you

I know

Evan stopped playing the guitar and let it just hang around his neck as he took the microphone out of the stand. Barty watched him before taking his own mic out the stand too.

I’m losing myself in you

In you 

In you

In you 

In you

I know

They turned to face each other and Barty began to walk.

Leave me in the morning, although

I don’t wanna be on my own

They met somewhere in the middle of the stage and suddenly the scream of the crowd dulled and the music stopped and for a moment there was nothing except Evan. Evan Evan Evan. His eyes staring straight into Barty’s. The hushed sound of their soft harmonies. The warmth of his breath dusting Barty’s face as they pressed their foreheads together.

I’m losing myself in you

In you

In you 

In you 

In you 

I know.

And they kissed. The crowd screamed. And suddenly the world was filled with colour even though Barty had his eyes screwed shut. Kissing Evan was like…fuck Barty was no wordsmith, Regulus and Pandora wrote their songs. But kissing Evan was everything. He tasted sweet and minty like the gum he’d chewed right before the show. His hand was warm and calloused and currently threaded through the hair at the base of Barty’s neck, tilting his head up just so.

The instrumental was over, they’d missed their cue. Barty didn’t care. They kept on kissing till the song faded to a close and even then kept going till the clap of the crowd died down. They softly broke away but Barty couldn’t hide the grin that broke onto his face. Evan just grinned right back.

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AHHH YAY OK I LOVE THIS SONG CAN I JUST START BY SAYING THAT

Watch the music video for this song (cotton candy by YUNGBLUD)

LOOK AT THE SKIRT HE WEARS AND TELL ME BARTY WOULDNT WEAR THAT

Also what do we thinkkkkk they finally kissed!!!!!!

Ayyyyyy

ok stay tuned for the FIFTH and FINAL part (probs gonna be released tmrw hehe)

Also I’m probably gonna put this on ao3 btw, not gonna change it bc I don’t have the patience to properly lengthen it (at least rn, ig u never rlly know) but it’s just like if ppl want to bookmark it or reread or whatever it’ll probs be easier

ANYWAY LMK WHAT U THOUGHT

😘BYEEEEE

[missnxthingg]

Just for Tonight | Xavier Thorpe

Summary: Xavier Thorpe might not be best friends with (Y/N), but when he sees her crying at the Rave'N, he couldn't help it but go talk to her

A/N: So might obsession with Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday might've gone too far. So this is my fanfic comeback - in another fandom. I still don't have a taglist for Xavier, but let me know if you want to be tagged in future potential fics. OH, AND PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS FOR HIM! I wanna write, but I don't have inspos right now. (EDIT: If it wasn't explicit enough, I DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO REPOST MY STORIES ON ANY OTHER ACCOUNTS. If you wanna read my stories on Wattpad, you can follow me there [@missnxthingg])

Words: 2.5K

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Female!Reader

Warnings: Not proof read, so there might be some typos. I think there might be a few cursings. But other than that, just a little bit of enemies to lovers that we're all found of

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Xavier Thorpe hated (Y/N) (Y/L/N). That wasn't news to anyone in Nevermore. He hated how smart she was and how she seemed to be friends with everyone around her. He got easily annoyed with her mere presence in the room. But tonight, something different sparkled inside him when he saw her leaving the room crying.

She had been excited for the Rave'N since they announced a date. She got even more excited when Harry McGowan invited her as his date. Enid dragged her and Wednesday for a shopping spree, where she found a beautiful baby blue dress. Everything was perfect, until Harry dumped her right after they arrived at the dance for one of Yoko's vampire friends.

(Y/N)'s golden and happy aura dissipated immediately after those words came out of Harry's mouth. She ran out of the room with tears in her eyes. She just didn't count that Xavier Thorpe was sitting alone at a table, watching the whole thing unfold in front of his eyes. 

After a huge fight with his father, he decided he wasn't in the mood to invite someone to the dance as a date. Actually, he was only sitting there because Ajax would kill him if he didn't tag along. But when his best friend got occupied with his own date, Xavier was left sipping on virgin punch, that tasted more like cough syrup, on the dining table

So when (Y/N) ran across the room, something clicked inside Xavier's head. His chest got heavy and he immediately shot up from his seat and ran after her. She was crying alone in the corner, sitting on the floor close to the toilets.

He ducked in front of her, who now had her face between her knees, shielding it from anyone else to see her crying. But Xavier let a hand fly to her shoulder, making (Y/N) look up.

"Hey, are you okay?" His voice sounded softer than any of the other times he talked to her. Anyone could hear how worried Xavier was at that moment. (Y/N) looked up and found his piercing green eyes observing her with attention.

"No." She admitted, crying a little bit harder. "But I don't think you would like to hear about it. You can't stand me, after all."

"Come on, you're crying. I would never, ever, walk away from you like this." He said. "And I don't hate you, even if you don't believe it. Maybe you could try pretending I'm a friend to you."

(Y/N) stayed silent, looking at his face to decide what to do, until she nodded "Harry McGowan ditched me for one of Yoko's friends. Said she was hotter and that he didn't want to be my date anymore."

"What a fucking asshole, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him." Xavier's jaw clenched and he quickly shot up to go talk to Harry. But (Y/N) ran after him and held him by the elbow.

"No, Xavier! Please, it would be worse to end the night at Weems' office talking about what happened." She said and his eyes softened when he saw that she was crying harder now. (Y/N)'s eyeliner was smudged, almost ruining the soft, but pretty, makeup she was wearing.

"Do you have eyeliner with you?" He asked and she nodded, pointing to her purse. "Okay, let's go find a restroom."

Fortunately, the men's restroom was empty. Xavier took her by the hand and helped her sit on the sink to get a better vision of her face. He took a few paper wipes and started planning what he would do next.

"What are you doing?" She asked and he shushed her.

"Taking care of you." He said. "No pretty girl deserves to cry at the Rave'N."

"Suddenly I'm a pretty girl to you?" She asked. "You literally shouted how annoying I am for the whole school to hear countless of times. And now you're taking care of me?"

"I don't know, (Y/N)." He said, taking the paper to clean the smudge makeup spots on her face. "I saw you crying and I couldn't take it. I needed to see if you were okay."

(Y/N) could see how honest he was from up close. Xavier was concentrated on his job, fixing the makeup like the very detailed artist he is. So she simply decided to believe his words and let him do his job.

"You shouldn't cry, though. Harry's an idiot for thinking anyone else looks prettier than you tonight." He said. "He's just wrong."

"You think so?"

"Are you kidding me? Look at you." Xavier laughed. His pretty dimples showed on his face, making (Y/N) smile. "You look amazing, (Y/N)."

"Thank you." She said. 

Now Xavier had her pen eyeliner in hands and asked her to close her eyes. Doing this was easier than he thought it would be. It's like paiting details on a canvas. Soon he was done and (Y/N) was back to how she looked when she first crossed the entrance.

"Where's your date?" 

"Didn't invited anyone." He admitted. "I'm having a few problems with my dad and I wasn't in the mood for partying. Ajax dragged me here tonight."

"I'm so sorry." (Y/N) rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled sadly. "I'm here if you wanna talk."

"It's stupid. We're always arguing about his absence in my life. But he doesn't agree with me because he believes money is enough." (Y/N) saw his eyes brimming with tears and didn't hesitate in pulling him into a hug. Xavier was surprised at first, but easily melted into her touch.

"I think both of us needed this tonight." She whispered in his ear.

"I think we did." He replied, holding her a little tighter, afraid she would let go too soon. Xavier didn't know he needed someone to be there for him until that moment.

It's been a while since anyone hugged him. It felt so warm and nice, especially coming from (Y/N). So he rested his head above hers and sighed, trying to not fall into a heavier cry. This wasn't about him. He was there to comfort her.

"I'm sorry." He started, his head still comfortably resting above hers. "For being a dick with you all the time. You're not a bad person."

"It's okay, I was an idiot too." She said back, still holding him close to her. "You're not bad, either. Actually, I have to say thank you for comforting me tonight."

"It was nothing." He giggled during his crying. "No one deserves to miss the dance because of some stupid boy." 

"Then dance with me." She leaned back and looked him in the eyes. (Y/N) wiped the tears from Xavier's face, making him smile. And so, he offered his hand to help her off the restroom's sink.

"It will be my pleasure." He pulled her back to the room where everyone was having a good time. 

Of course, the duo walking into the room together brought a lot of attention to them. Most people were surprised to see them holding hands, not choking each other's throats. Xavier and (Y/N) danced to a lot of upbeat songs and some good classics through the night, making everything they went through that night disappear. But when a slow song started, things changed.

"I don't know how to slow dance." She admitted and Xavier's eyes softened.

"I'll teach you." He pulled her in, one hand resting on her hip and the other one holding hers. (Y/N) left her free hand on his shoulder, but still was very far away from him. "Come on, I don't bite."

Feeling her cheeks heat up, (Y/N) took a step forward and got closer to Xavier. He pulled her even closer a few seconds later, making it perfectly intimate.

"This is good." He whispered. "Now we just sway to the song. There's no secret recipe to slow dance.

"Okay." She smiled at him and started following his steps to the song. Xavier never felt so relaxed in his life and he didn't know why.

But when (Y/N) rested her face on his chest, he knew why he felt so relaxed. He was with her, after all. And suddenly, all the months filled with hatred and fights became clear to him: he only got annoyed because he liked her. Now that they let their guards down, it was easy to see it.

And oh, he was so close. Xavier could just lean down and kiss her right there. But he couldn't. He didn't want their kiss to be judged by everyone watching around. Not to mention that (Y/N) looked so peaceful with her eyes closed, swaying her body to the music.

"I thought my night was ruined, but you really turned it around, Xavi."

"Xavi?" He asked, a little surprised by the way she called him.

"It's a nickname, don't you like it?" She asked and he smiled.

"I do." He said. "It's just, I'm not used to it. But it's a cute nickname."

"Like the owner." She smiled up to him and Xavier could swear he would die right there. He just wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to do it in a crowded room.

"Can I take you somewhere?"

She frowned in confusion, but trusted him to take her somewhere private. And they walked for a few minutes until reaching a small shed in the woods. (Y/N) knew it was his private art studio, but she had never stepped inside. It was like walking into Xavier's mind, one of the most different experiences in her life. They had their hands linked together, fingers laced and everything. He searched for some reaction on her face.

"This is my studio." He said. "I think that if we are being vulnerable tonight, this is the place where I am vulnerable all the time."

"Everything in here is amazing." She took a good look at some of his sketches pinned on the wall, admiring most of them.

"I have a drawing of you." He admitted. "Bigger than I'd like to admit."

Xavier uncovered a canvas and showed (Y/N) a big painting of her, focusing on her book at the library and scrunching her nose in concentration. He smiled to remember the day he sketched that, another bad afternoon she turned around just by existing.

"I was so fucking sad that day. I was pissed and wanted to be alone. But of course, my Miss Perfect was at the library." He said. "But you were just so concentrated in your book, looking beautiful as hell, and didn't even notice me in the room. So I just started drawing you in silence and it made me feel better."

"I look so beautiful in this one."

"You always do. I think that's your superpower." He giggled. "And it's my favorite painting here. I love everything about it."

"I think it just became my favorite too." She said with a big smile. "You never really hated me, did you?"

"I think it was just me failing on how to express my feelings." He said. "My communication only works through art."

"Well, if you're gonna continue drawing me, then you'll have to stop with the stupid fights over nothing." She poked his chest, teasing him with a pretty smirk.

"Never again, promise you." He extended his pinky and she took it with her own finger. "Thank you for the company tonight."

"No, thank you for consoling me tonight." (Y/N) said. "I really needed someone to take care of me at that moment and I'm glad it was you."

"Yeah, I'm glad too." He smiled. "You know, when I saw you crying, I just couldn't take it. I wanted to take care of you."

"You did, Xavi." She held his face between her hands and he glued his forehead to hers. "And I'll always remember this as the night you were there for me."

Xavier was paralyzed by her gaze, so he didn't talk for a few seconds until he said: "I really want to kiss you right now."

(Y/N) replied by pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Xavier was mesmerized by how she tasted in his mouth, but easily grew fond of that new feeling. So he deepened the kiss by tugging her on the waist and pulling her closer to him. She parted her lips and he easily captured her tongue in a bolder move. She smiled into the kiss, but didn't stop it for a second. But after a long time slowly making out in the quiet night, Xavier had to pull away.

"God, you're so beautiful." He put a stray of her hair behind her ear and smiled wider.

"You said that like three times tonight."

"Just can't help myself." He joked, making her laugh. "Especially when you're out there serving looks in this amazing dress."

"Well, you're not far behind." (Y/N) fixed the bow he wrapped around his neck to substitute the usual tie. Xavier got to see every detail from her face by looking at her so close to him.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm." He extended a hand to her and she whined, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. 

"Don't want tonight to end." She whispered and he hugged her tightly. "Can we stay here?"

"You have to sleep, beautiful." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "And I'll be here tomorrow. We can have breakfast together and we can hang around here. What do you think?"

"I think that would be great."

He captured her lips in one last kiss and softly dragged her out of the shed. Most students were getting back from the party at that time. Xavier and (Y/N) took their time on the walk back, arms linked and casual conversation making everything nicer. 

When they got back to Ophelia Hall, Xavier was glad Thornhill was still at the party. So he got to take (Y/N) up to her room, where they shared a few more goodbye kisses when no one was around. 

"Thank you for everything tonight." She fixed the collar of his shirt and smiled. "When everything turned to shit, you made it all perfect again."

"I had an amazing time with you." He admitted. "I'm glad we get to be friends after everything we went through."

"I think we skipped a few steps on this new friendship." She laughed and he tagged along before pecking her lips again.

"Don't really care right now." He said. "We can be friends that kiss each other."

"I can take it." She kissed him again until they heard someone coming in the hall.

"Hey, good night, beautiful." He kissed her forehead and smiled down at her. "I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast.

"Good night, Xavi." She returned his gesture with a kiss on the cheek. "Sleep tight."

"I'll be thinking of you." He shouted from the end of the hall, making (Y/N) giggled.

"Me too." She shouted back before entering her room again.

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[writingmeraki]

blood red strings.

a lee heeseung drabble !

genre : angst, action!au , spy!au, soulmate!au.

pairing : lee heeseung x gn!reader, enemies to ?, secret pining.

warnings : descriptions of blood, weapons, injuries, bruises, death, murder. cussing ( I think that's about it ) not proofread/edited.

author's note : idk. thas the only explanation I have for this. :D it was supposed to be short but oh well. oh fucking well. enjoy and let me know what you think !! Inspired by a pic I saw of two people point a gun at each other and a red string being formed ( I can't find it :< ) also my ENHYPEN DEBUT!! WOO FINALLY!!! I imagined Heeseung in this and I just went along with the flow because I legit could not get spy!hee out of my brain...... maybe I do love this more than I should and maybe I might end up making this a full fic ha. oh welp enjoy 😆😆😆😆😆 also other works will be uploaded soon ( the ones I've promised I know you have been waiting for a while 😭 ) edit : THE TYPOS ESP THE FUCKUNG ONE I WANT TO KAY EM ES.

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You felt it before you could see it.

The pain shot up your entire body, alarming your brain before you could see what caused it. Otherwise you would have even been able to dodge the cause.

Said cause smirked at you, as much as you'd rather burn yourself than to ever admit it, he looked annoyingly handsome, despite his own condition not being better than yours.

A cool breeze passed through the late night, typically a time when everyone would be sleeping peacefully in their beds, you'd like to think you would be too but you knew that wishing a peaceful night's sleep was as good as thinking a bullet shot would not hurt.

Both are far too different from how reality was.

Your knuckles ached, torn and ripped skin bleeding out. The right side of your face hurt, being punched twice was probably the reason. Your stomach hurt too, having been thrown against the concrete floor of the terrace not an ideal place to land was probably it.

Lucky for you, the adrenaline flowing through you, made it feel as though none of the aches actually affected you. Sort of distracting you from even thinking about how much it actually hurts.

Dodging another punch, you swiftly kicked Heeseung's leg, making him lose control himself for a moment, a moment you knew to never miss and you turned around hurdling another kick at his side.

His groans of pain indicated the impact of your blows as it was now your turn to be smug with him as you smiled in satisfaction.

"Aww did that hurt you?" Crossing your arms at him, as he laid on the ground for the briefest of moments, jaw clenching and shutting his eyes to take a deep breath, irritation growing within him when he heard your taunting.

Standing up while trying not to fall down again, his back now faced you.

Clicking his tongue, you couldn't see the anger in his eyes. He had enough.

"Let's just put an end to this pathetic game. It's getting tiring and frankly I have better things to do."

He didn't want to get into what he was actually sent there to do. He knew he would have do to it, but somehow, he wanted to stall it as much as he could.

And now this was the consequence of the stalling, his own state being terrible.

Scoffing at him, you raised an eyebrow,

"As if I have time to waste on you." You spat, venom laced words at him as you scanned his back, more than you should as you took in how broad his shoulders were from the way the black suit blazer stretched across them.

Without wasting a moment, Heeseung grabbed his gun from the holster that was under his shirt. Pulling it out, he swiftly turned around, now facing you.

"Well then, you won't have any time at all it seems." He pointed it at you, raising his own battered hand, his bloody thumb clicking the revolver to load it.

Smirking more widely at his actions, while pulling out your own revolver from your holster under your now maroon shirt, you pointed it at him.

Standing in mirroring positions, guns to your heads, you stared at him directly in the eye.

“It also seems like your time is over, sad how you’d die from the bullet of your worst enemy.”

You found amusement in your statement as your grin shifted to more of a mocking one.

“Darling we’d be dying together, far too romantic don’t you think?” His low voice rang in your ears, glaring at him and you’d excuse the warmth rushing to your cheeks from the mere nickname even though he’d called you way too many over the years of your rivalry as just blood rushing to your head.

Your gaze shifted to the clock tower behind him, the golden roman numerals glinting from the city light, reading the time to have been two minutes to twelve.

Two minutes to your twenty-fifth birthday.

Snorting at the irony of it, you shook your head. You might as well count it as your deathday considering, surely you wouldn’t be spared after this. You both waited for this for too long, having spent almost three years at each other’s throats and you’d be damned if you would let him escape alive as well. One thing you were sure about was you definitely won’t be spared as well.

It was always an eye for an eye and a bullet for a bullet. A death for a death.

It would be exactly twenty five years of your existence if you died today. Not a day more not a day less, a perfect twenty five and in a sickening way you always loved perfect things and this coincidence was no different.

“It would be devastating for you to die before you even meet your poor soulmate.” He grinned at you with a malicious glint and you felt your heart slightly drop at this forgotten reality.

A soulmate you’d never meet. A soulmate whose heart would feel like it would be ripped out before even meeting you. A soulmate who would feel the same thing your mother did when your father was brutally murdered. A soulmate who might spiral into a depression which could even lead into their own death. Just like your own mother.

No. No you couldn't think of this. You couldn't step back from something you'd been trained to do a decade ago. You couldn't. Not for something you found was more of a burden from universe rather than something special like most.

"Lee, if you know me well enough. You know that I don't fucking believe in this shit." You hissed at him biting your tongue, a tendency you did when you lied.

A lie because you did believe they existed, you saw it yourself but the reason it was a burden was because it didn't automatically mean a happy ending, you experienced it, you lived through that alternate ending and saw the toll of it on someone who was supposed to be the most precious person in your life.

"Ah ah ah don't lie now Y/N. You and I both know your pathetic self believes in all of that universally bonded shit." He shifted from holding the gun to his right hand, stepping closer to you and the grip on yours tightened.

"You're saying as though yours will see you alive." You could feel the side of your head aching, a trail of blood dripping all the way to your chin. A drop landing on your new tie dye maroon shirt splattered in dark and light hints of the same.

"I'd rather die while killing you than care about that nonsense. You see, unlike you, I know I'd never have a soulmate." The taunting smirk on his face slightly dimmed because even though Lee Heeseung was true to his words, a small part of his heart was still saddened at the thought of not meeting his supposed other half when he was supposed to.

He recalled his birthday, just a few months from yours, waiting to see if it was finally the year where the universe gave him the supposed greatest gift possible, his other half but no red string of fate showed up on his pinky and he smacked the shit out of Jake when his friend tried to comfort him that maybe his soulmate had also not yet turned twenty five.

Yet. Yet he threw those thoughts out of his mind when he realized what would be the end result of tonight. The end result leading to his own…end.

The loud ticking off the clock grew louder as it neared the twelve mark, indicating a new day, indicating your day.

You deeply inhaled, smiling at your nemesis, taking in the details of his face because well it was the last time you'd ever see him…or anyone probably.

"And oh! How could I forget? It's your birthday isn't it? Here's my little present then."

The clock chimed loudly, the vibrations running through you from the closeness and you tried not to wince from the loudness.

"Happy birthday Love."

Before you could respond to him ;

You saw it before you could feel it.

A dark red thread, looping itself around the pinky of your hand and your eyes widened, no words being able to form from your gaping mouth.

Now you felt the tightening of it. The red string harshly tugged at your pinky as it stretched outwards. It wasn't the only thing that felt suffocating because your throat felt like it closed up as you breathed out heavily.

A loud shot rang in your ears back, your focus still trained on the thread extending itself until it didn't.

It stopped.

Right in front of him.

It stopped in front of Lee fucking Heeseung.

He was frozen, ironically mirroring the same position as you once again but the only difference was the trigger on his gun was pushed backwards.

His eyes followed the movement of the string, pausing and holding his breath as it began to move.

It moved and moved and moved until.

Until it wrapped itself around his wrist.

And then he moved. The gun in his hand fell to the ground as he felt the dark red string tighten on his wrist.

You screamed out in pain before you could even comprehend what happened. Only now feeling the shot to your chest. The gun in your hand slipping from your grasp to the ground.

In your own stupor you didn't even realise you'd launched a few steps backwards, an impact caused by the bullet shot, now dropping to your knees as you put your hand to your chest.

Now it was his turn to feel it before he could see it, see you.

Heeseung felt it before he saw you, grabbing his own chest, feeling as though someone ripped his heart out.

"No…no, this…this can't be happening!" He coughed out as he tried to ease the pain in his chest, tears welling up in his eyes.

You sobbed out pathetically as you tried to put pressure on your chest to stop the bleeding.

Heeseung's gaze turned towards you and before he knew it, he gave into the string pulling him towards you as he rushed to you, dropping on his knees when he reached you.

"You…could have waited for one fucking minute you-" You spat out as you shut your eyes, not being able to even sit up straight, letting yourself fall forward.

A few minutes ago, he would have rejoiced at your state but now…in the matter of one sick twisted cosmic joke, he felt like his heart was being gutted while he held you in his arms.

"I…didn't. I didn't know I just…I didn't even think it could ever be…you." He didn't know what to do as he tried to think of something to do, what he could possibly do.

It wasn't like he was any better, he could feel the pain you were feeling only yours was actually there while his was more due to your freshly fated bond.

He laid you down on his lap, pulling off his blazer, bunching it up and pressing it to your chest.

You laughed humorlessly at his words, "Well it wasn't like I was expecting my soulmate to be you."

You let the tears flow as you looked up at him, pressing your hands on his own. The sparks flowing through you like an electric shock and for a moment right there, you could see why they described holding hands with your soulmates was exactly how you felt. An electric spark.

"Maybe this was how it's meant to be. For me to die, ultimately in your arms, my best enemy and my…only soulmate." You smiled at him, your tears glistening your cheeks. The most devastating part being your smile was a genuine one from the sincerity in your eyes.

He let out the whimper he'd been holding back, his own tears mixing with the blood on his face, and oh, he looked like a messy art piece, one that was only meant for you to look at in your final moments.

"No, I…please don't. It hurts, I can't��" His words came out in broken whispers, contrasting his past self who promised he'd rather jump into a lake full of sharks than to ever beg you.

"Didn't you say it would be romantic if we died together? Well then, Romeo and Juliet be damned." You jocked around, coughing as you learnt that trying to laugh when you have a bullet in your chest wasn't the most ideal.

Heeseung glared at you as he clenched his molars in anger, cursing at himself.

He wished and oh he fucking wished he waited one minute. Maybe then, maybe then he'd be able to change his perspective on you. A perspective that was already there, buried deep in the lockers of his mind, in folders of memories he had with you, how he saw you, how he thought of you.

A perspective he longed to think of since he met you but alas reality was far too different.

"And I never said thank you for you gift did I?" You grinned widely at him,

"Don't…just no." He whispered in such a soft tone that you were probably hearing for the first time in your life.

"Thank you Heeseung." You could feel the weight of the world in your eyes, moments of your entire twenty five years flashing like a film, some the happiest and some the most tragic ones.

It proved to you a question you'd asked yourself when you were 14, whether indeed a person's entire life flashes when they die. And now you got your answer first hand, nearly a decade later.

"And oh…fuck you." You whispered out as you felt lighter than ever and then, it was all over.

Over for you. Over for him.

A soulmate who he never thought existed, taken from him cruelly before he could even see the string turn a brighter shade of red, a shade that indicated true love.

A soulmate who he himself ended.

Indeed. What a devastating reality.

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Fighting Fire (Series)

Chapter Fourteen

Word Count: 8,120

Summary: Stevie and Sam never seemed to be what people refer to as "two peas in a pod" growing up. He got under her skin more times than she could count and Sam was desperate to be on a level playing field as his older brother and Stevie's best friend, Jake. One summer, Sam is forced to face his demons and in turn, Stevie is too.

Warnings: sexual content 18+, minors DNI

This story is written and edited by me and it is my baby so I hope some people out there can enjoy it as much as I enjoy creating it! If there are typos, bear with me lol we are getting close to the end, you guys!

Chapter Fourteen Playlist for the vibes!

Sam pouted as he reached for his wine glass and noticed it was empty. Stevie had originally planned to rush and get Sam to go home, but after reconciling, she realized she just wanted him to stay. So now, they were tangled in each other and drinking orange juice from wine glasses on the couch.

"So," Stevie smiled, taking the glass out of his hand and setting it down on the coffee table, "Circling back to this, why do you have Josh's car?"

Sam chuckled and reached his hands for her hips again, pulling her close to him, "The twins are in town visiting my parents. They pretty much forced me into the car."

"Oh, I see," Stevie narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips together, "So, you only came over here and professed your love for me because your brothers told you to."

"Stevie," Sam rolled his eyes, "Give me a break."

She laughed and kissed him quickly, squeezing his shoulders with her hands, "Remind me to thank Josh later."

"Well," Sam scoffed, "You'd be surprised to know that Jake was the most convincing."

Stevie backed away from Sam and raised her eyebrows with a smirk, "Oh really?"

Sam nodded, humming in confirmation, "Oh yeah, it was very dramatic too. You would have loved it!"

"What did he say?" Stevie eyed Sam suspiciously and he smiled, "Something like 'you can't let her go" or along those lines."

"Aww, Jake," Stevie blushed, "That's sweet."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam rolled his eyes, "He's great. Moving on!"

"Sam, come on," Stevie chuckled teasingly, "The jealousy has no leg to stand on anymore. You are my boyfriend now."

Sam's cheeks flushed and he smiled wide, "Can you say that again?"

Stevie groaned and Sam kissed her jaw before nuzzling his face against her neck, "Come on babe. Humor me."

She sighed and hugged him close to her, "You're my boyfriend."

"Ah, it's just so satisfying to hear you say it," Sam let out a little giggle and Stevie smiled.

"It feels kind of weird," Stevie giggled, "We're dating?"

"I mean," Sam laughed loudly, "We were doing a lot more than dating before we got here."

"Yeah," Stevie snuggled into him, "I guess we did everything backward."

She pressed a soft kiss onto his jaw and ran her hand through his hair, "I didn't know how I could ever forgive you, but I have slowly realized that anything material doesn't matter at the end of the day."

"Stevie," Sam whispered, "I can't go back and change what happened, no matter how much I wish I could."

"I know," Stevie sat up and looked at him sadly, "Nobody loved that boat as much as my dad did."

Stevie sighed and shook her head, "But, he's not here. And nothing is the same anymore. I don't want to go on pretending that everything I do needs to be for him. I don't want to go on pretending that I don't want you."

Sam hummed, resting his head on her shoulder, "It's okay to be upset with me, Stevie. It doesn't make me love you any less."

"No," Stevie smiled, "It's stupid to be mad over something so irrelevant to my life. I don't even fucking know how to drive a boat, Sam."

He smiled when he heard her laughter, feeling the vibration of her voice against his cheek. Sam didn't want to rush in and tell her that he had it fixed. He thought it would be better to see the look on her face when she saw it for herself. Honestly, he thought he'd have to beg her to come back to the lake house before she even thought about forgiving him, but it was more validating than anything to know she felt the same way he did about her.

"So, are you coming back to the lake house then?" Sam asked, lightly chuckling along with her.

She nodded and laughed harder, "Apparently my job is fully staffed for the first time ever."

Sam scoffed, "Well, I'm glad. It's not the same without you."

"You've been there the whole time?" Stevie pulled away from him, cocking her eyebrow.

Sam sighed and held his hands up in defense, "Yes, but I couldn't just go home! I had to do something, anything at all."

Stevie kept her poker face for another second before the corners of her lips curved up into a small smirk, "Of course you did. I knew you wouldn't leave."

"What?" Sam narrowed his eyes and sassed her, "How would you know?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled wider, "You never do anything I tell you to do, Sam."

"That's not true!" Sam argued, "I do lots of things you tell me to do!"

Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and inched his way towards her, making Stevie roll her eyes, "Yeah! When it benefits you!"

Sam smiled and shrugged, "Touché."

Stevie stopped fighting him off and let him wrap his arms around her again, sighing at the warmth of his body and resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"Why don't we go now?" she asked, and Sam looked down at her confusedly, "Right now?"

"I mean why not?" Stevie sat back and looked up at him with excitement, "I'm wide awake! I could drive the two hours, no problem!"

"It's kind of late, Stevie," Sam smiled, "I don't have any problem just holding you here all night."

"True," Stevie hummed, "But it would be nice to wake up to the sun on the water in the morning, don't you think?"

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip nervously, not wanting the surprise of all of the updates he did to the house to be wasted on the very minimal lighting of the middle of the night. However, this didn't go unnoticed by Stevie, who watched him with careful eyes.

"Sam," Stevie taunted, "Why are you getting all weird about going tonight? You love spontaneous plans!"

Sam drew a sharp breath and fought back laughter, "Well, I sort of have a surprise for you and I don't know if the middle of the night is the best time to show you."

Stevie gasped and sat up straighter, pulling herself off of him completely to pry, "Oh, God. What did you do?"

"Nothing! Nothing bad," Sam sighed with a smile, "I promise you'll love it! It just might not have the same effect at night as it will during the day."

She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, "Well fine, we don't have to go tonight!"

She stood up and held her hands out for him to take, "But, come on!"

Sam made a face, questioning her motive, "What are you doing?"

"Let's go! We're not staying here," Stevie tilted her head and smiled, "We're going to see your family."

"What?" Sam groaned, "Why? Don't we see them enough?"

"You do," Stevie teased, "I gotta take what I can get! Besides, I haven't seen Ronnie in weeks!"

"Stevie, it's late! Let's just stay here," Sam pouted and she scoffed, "You can stay here if you want, but I know for a fact your whole family is still awake."

Sam narrowed his eyes and took her hands with a huff, "Fine! See? I do what you say."

"Yet you always put up a fight," Stevie shook her head, pulling him to his feet.

Sam groaned and Stevie laughed, "It'll be just like old times! All of us together, none of us fighting!"

Sam grinned and nodded accepting how much Stevie craved that normalcy and he pullled her into another hug, "Okay, okay. Let's go then."

Stevie squealed and went upstairs to get some clothes for the night. Sam cleaned up the wine glasses and put her Rumors album away while he waited, smiling to himself when he saw his note on her fridge. He rummaged through the junk drawer once again to add a new one to her collection.

"I love you."

Once Stevie came running down the stairs, Sam took her bag from her, swinging the keys around his finger. He opened the front door to put the bag in the Jeep and Stevie looked over the kitchen and made sure everything was turned off. He jumped when his foot hit the untouched box Stevie had left on the ground and called out to her.

"Steve," Sam shouted, "Your box is still out here!"

"Oh fuck," Stevie muttered, and she hurried to go and grab it, pushing past Sam and sighing, "All of this is probably stupid junk anyway."

"There might be something important in there, otherwise why would he bother bringing it to you?" Sam asked, crouching down to pick it up and hand it to her.

"Probably just to be a pain in the ass," Stevie rolled her eyes, and she dug around in it.

"My Michigan hoodie, didn't even know I was missing that," Stevie chuckled, "Pictures I'm going to end up burning, yeah. All of it is junk."

She saw a small box at the bottom of it and tilted her head with a frown, "What the hell is this?"

She picked it up and popped the box open to see a tiny opal stone perched on top of a golden band and she gasped, "What the fuck?"

Sam inched over her shoulder to get a better look, and he bit his lip, "A ring?"

"My mom's wedding ring," Stevie stated through gritted teeth, "How the fuck did Ryan get his hands on this?"

"Did your dad give it to him?" Sam asked and Stevie slammed the ring box shut, tossing it back into the pile of stuff, and shook her head, "I would hope not. My dad should've known better than to have Ryan propose with something so cursed."

"Stevie," Sam sighed, "It probably meant something more than your mom to him. I mean, he did pick it out, didn't he?"

Stevie took a deep breath and threw the box inside before shutting the front door and locking it, "I guess so, but he would know I wouldn't want to wear her ring. He would know it would piss me off to even see it."

Sam laughed lightly and shrugged, "Maybe that's why he suggested it. Maybe he didn't want you to say yes."

Sam started walking to the Jeep just as Stevie looked up to glance at him and she stood back for a moment, thinking about what he said before a smile crept across her face and she followed him. Maybe Sam was right. Perhaps that was her dad's plan all along. Something like that would make a lot more sense to Stevie and it was just her dad's smart-ass way to tell her to get her head out of her ass. She chuckled at the thought of him telling Ryan that she would love it and the way his eyes were probably full of mischief that Ryan couldn't see.

Stevie snuck up behind Sam as he was putting the bag in the back seat and she wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing him so hard he grunted, "Jeez, woman!"

He turned around and smiled down at her as she continued to hug him, smiling up at him too.

"I love you," Stevie mumbled, and Sam leaned down to kiss her, "I love you too."

"Thanks for coming back for me," Stevie said, and Sam laughed before wrapping his arms around her too, "I'll always come back for you."

He kissed her forehead and reached over to pop open the passenger door, motioning her to it, "Come on, let's go hang out with the in-laws."

Stevie laughed and rolled her eyes, climbing into the Jeep and buckling herself in as Sam shut her door and made his way around to the driver's seat. When he started driving, Sam's hand quickly found its way to Stevie's thigh and she laid her hand on top of his, lacing their fingers together. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she was, for once in her life, taking a risk wholeheartedly with him.

Sure, everything about this summer had been risky but up until now, Stevie had been overly cautious regarding Sam. Making things official with him felt like an ode to her true self and made her feel more authentic than she ever felt before. It was finally just Sam and Stevie out in the open. No secrets. No hiding. That was part of the reason she wanted to see everyone else anyway. She was excited and she wanted to share that, especially with her best friends who had all been waiting on the sidelines, watching this saga transpire and hoping it would work out.

When they pulled up to the house, Stevie could see Josh's face peek out of the curtains in the front window and he smiled when he saw them, running to the front door and opening it. Sam sighed with a smile and shook his head at Stevie, "This is what you wanted isn't it? My never-ending embarrassment?"

Stevie laughed, unbuckled her seatbelt, and rolled her eyes, "All of that time spent pining after me and now you're embarrassed to be seen with me? Make up your mind!"

Sam narrowed his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt too, "You know what I mean, Stevie."

They both got out of the car and Sam met her on the passenger side of the Jeep, grabbing her bag and reaching for her hand.

"You finally have bragging rights, ya know," Stevie smiled, "Making it out of the friend zone and such."

"The teasing will be insufferable," Sam muttered, and Stevie brought his hand up to her lips, kissing his fingers and letting it fall back into place, "You love the attention, Sam."

He bumped his hip into hers as they walked up to the house and Josh started clapping, "I have never been prouder in my life."

"Oh, shut up," Sam groaned, and Stevie laughed, "I would've ended up crawling back to him anyway."

Sam gasped and glared at her, "Are you serious? You have always been way too proud to do something like that."

"It's different now that it's you," Stevie shrugged, "But showing up to my house unannounced definitely helped."

Josh cooed in adoration and wrapped them both in a group hug, "We were waiting to hear for an update, ya know! Took forever!"

The three of them ushered inside the house where Ronnie and Jake remained chatting on the sofa. They turned to look at them walk in and Ronnie waved a fist in the air, "There they are! Holding hands and everything."

Jake and Stevie exchanged soft smiles, and he crossed his arms over his chest, "So, what's the verdict with you two?"

Sam looked at Stevie nervously and she chuckled, turning back to face them and shrugging before muttering sheepishly, "He's my boyfriend."

The three siblings erupted in cheers and Stevie squeezed Sam's hand as she watched his cheeks tint pink. Josh threw an arm around Sam and Stevie again and squeezed them tightly, "Ah, everything in the world makes sense again."

Sam shook his head, let go of Stevie's hand, and shoved Josh off of him, "Okay, diva. Enough."

He gave Stevie a knowing look and headed to his room to put her bag away, so Stevie looked at her friends before her and smiled, "It's good, right?"

"Look at the way your eyes are shining," Ronnie giggled, "It's gotta be good if you feel like that!"

Jake nodded in agreement, "Yeah, as long as it makes you happy. I knew it would too considering the questions you've been asking me."

He wiggled his eyebrows and Stevie laughed, walking over to him and punching him lightly before nuzzling her way in between him and Ronnie, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

She wrapped her arms around Jake and squeezed him and Josh sat on the floor, "So, tell us what happened!"

"Yes! I have been so far behind, you're gonna have to catch me up," Ronnie said as she adjusted her seat.

"Oh my God," Stevie laughed, "It was like a movie, you guys. Sam showed up and Ryan was on my porch."

"What?" Jake asked and Josh gasped, "He was not!"

Stevie nodded aggressively, "He was! He was bringing some of my stuff to the house and before I even realized what was happening Sam punched him right in the nose."

"Oh God," Josh laughed, and Jake shook his head, "Not exactly as smooth as I was hoping he'd be."

"Well, Ryan left and then me and Sam fought for a while. I'll spare you the details of course."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Josh held his face in his hands, "You fucked before you even made up didn't you?"

Stevie made a suggestive face and started laughing earning groans from either side of her and Jake shoved her, "Gross, Steve."

"Hey! I said I'd spare you the details!" Stevie exclaimed with laughter and each of them shivered in discomfort. "So, what now?" Jake asked and Josh nodded, "Yeah, are you going to move to Nashville or something?"

Stevie shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't figured anything out at all. Nashville doesn't feel like it's my speed though. I guess I'll have to think about it."

"You guys will make it work," Jake sighed, "He won't lose you now that he's finally got you, that's for sure."

Stevie smiled as she saw Sam round the corner and lean against the doorframe to the living room, "Are you guys done with the teasing?"

Josh turned around with a wide grin, "Sammy, you know better than to hope the teasing will ever end!"

"Congrats little brother," Ronnie scrunched her nose with a smile and applauded, "You bagged the best woman you'll ever get."

Sam rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he shrugged, "I know."

Stevie's heart twisted and for a moment, she wished it had just been the two of them in the room but she took a sharp breath and turned to Ronnie, hitting her knee.

"You, lady!" Stevie exclaimed, "Tell me about your Florida trip! What'd ya get into?"

"Oh my God," Ronnie started laughing loudly, "I completely forgot I have news of my own!"

"You're pregnant!" Josh shouted and Stevie gasped, throwing a pillow at him, "Josh, shut up!"

"God, no!" Ronnie made a face of disgust, "Tyler asked me to move in with him!"

"Oh my gosh," Stevie gasped, "Finally! What'd you say?"

Ronnie chuckled and shrugged, "I told him I'd think about it. I'm obviously going to agree but I can't give my eagerness away."

"Wow," Sam laughed, "I'm sure that makes him feel absolutely thrilled."

Ronnie flipped Sam off, "You don't get it, Sam. That's why it took you, what, like twelve years to get with Stevie?"

Sam scoffed, "I'll never pretend to understand the ways of the female mind."

"Anyway," Stevie laughed, "Congrats Ronnie! That's so exciting!"

"No ring though?" Josh grabbed his sister's hand and examined her fingers.

Ronnie ripped it away from him and narrowed her eyes, "No, weirdo. That doesn't matter."

"I know," Josh chuckled, "Just teasing. See Sam? Nobody is immune!"

"Finally getting out of this place, Ron, good for you!" Jake smiled, "I like Tyler. I hope I still do in the future."

Jake gave his sister a knowing look as he took a sip from a beer and Ronnie rolled her eyes, "Yes, because if you punch your own brother in the face, I can't imagine what you'd do to him."

"Psh," Josh laughed, "Ronnie, getting punched in the face is nothing compared to what we've all done to each other in the past."

"Do I have to remind you of the sliding glass door incident?" Jake smirked at Ronnie and then glanced at Josh who immediately cracked into a fit of laughter with his twin.

Stevie studied them with a look of amazement and chuckled, "I'm so glad you guys can laugh about that now."

"Good times," Josh said, wiping the corner of his eye.

The four of them remained that way for the rest of the evening, sitting around and talking about memories they've made or plans to make in the future. This was exactly what Stevie had wanted them to do all summer before all of the drama got in the way and she was excited to put all of that behind her, eager for what this change would mean to her going forward. The best part about that was she didn't need to figure it out now. She could just hold onto this moment without any worry in the world.

It was well into the late hours of the night when the group decided to toss in their towels and say their goodnights. There was a new sense of nerves surging their way through Stevie as she lazily followed Sam into his room. Staying in Sam's childhood bedroom with him after so many sleepovers and years of bunking with Ronnie felt like official, tangible evidence of the lines that had been crossed from friends to more.

There was something so adolescent about the butterflies in her stomach as she and Sam got ready for bed together. She never thought about it when they shared a bed at her place, but now the tables had turned, and she was the one staying over. All the comfort and control were out of her hands now and for some reason, that made her feel anxious.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he sat beside her on the bed, sighing in relaxation and wrapping his arm around her.

"Yeah," Stevie confirmed, "It's just so weird to be in here with you like this."

"Really?" Sam scoffed, "Why? We've spent the night together plenty of times by now!"

"Well, yes," Stevie rolled her eyes, "But not here in your childhood bedroom!"

"Oh," Sam chuckled, "Does it freak you out?"

Stevie hugged her arms to her chest and cuddled up into him without saying anything and Sam hummed, leaning over to plant a kiss on her jaw, "Or does it secretly turn you on?" "God, Sam," Stevie giggled, "We are in your parent's house!"

"That wouldn't stop you and you know it," Sam whispered, and Stevie felt goosebumps creep across her skin.

She hated that he was right because even though it made her slightly uncomfortable, she wasn't stopping him from sneaking his hands under her shirt or moving his kisses from her jaw to her neck. No, if anything, she was tilting her head to make the process easier for him.

Over the time Stevie had spent with Sam intimately, she was always surprised by how quickly Sam could flip the switch into something sexual. She had never been one to be that way, but the way he could be so enticing to her made the switch just as easy for her too.

"Mmhmm," Sam hummed against her skin, "I knew it would turn you on. There have been countless times I've laid here in this very bed and thought about getting you in it."

"Sam," Stevie sighed, "Just shut up and get on with it."

Sam pulled away from her but kept his hand where it was, tracing over the skin on her stomach lightly, "You should know better than to rush me, Stevie. That never gets you what you want."

"Hmm," Stevie smiled, and she turned away from him, getting herself situated under his bed covers and snuggling into a pillow, "Goodnight then."

Sam let out a loud laugh and he crawled under the covers too but wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, "You're not going to last, Stevie. I know you and I know you're already thinking about it."

She bit her lip and turned to face him, smiling at him, "You're such a little shit."

"But I'm right," Sam smirked, and he pressed his forehead against hers causing Stevie to close her eyes as the warmth of his breathing hit her face. Her hands touched his chest, sliding their way up over his shoulders and to the back of his neck, "So, what foul things would you imagine doing with me in here, hm?"

"Oh, so many things," Sam hummed and shook his head, "But there's something in particular that I have been thinking a lot about recently."

"What's that?" Stevie opened her eyes to meet his gaze, and her stomach twisted by the intensity of his stare.

"Lay on your back and find out," Sam winked and lifted the blanket to get under it. Stevie rolled her eyes but did as he said, gasping when Sam grabbed her thighs, parting her legs aggressively.

"Sam," Stevie whined, "I don't like when I can't see you."

Sam let out a muffled snicker from under the blanket and Stevie lifted it to peek at him. His head was in between her legs, and he winked again, leaning over to press a kiss into her inner thigh.

"Stop peeking," Sam said, "Just close your eyes and let the element of surprise have its moment."

"Ugh," Stevie groaned, "But watching you adds so much more to it!" "Flattery. You're smart for that," Sam laughed, "But you always rush, babe. Just relax and stop being so wound up."

Stevie glared at him but smiled, letting the blanket fall again and biting the inside of her cheek when she heard Sam giggle. She stared at the ceiling and ran her hands through her hair nervously. Sam was moving at such a slow pace, barely moving her underwear down her legs and she tried to do what he said and relax, but not knowing what he was doing was annoying. When her garment was finally completely off, Sam gripped her thighs again, pushing them even farther apart and Stevie bent her knees involuntarily.

"Are you relaxing like I told you?" Sam asked, "You're being a little fidgety."

"Sam," Stevie muttered, "I am doing my best up here!"

Sam wiggled his way up the bed and popped his head out from under the blanket with a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think you might like this more than you think you do, Stevie."

He tilted his head and laid it lightly on her chest and Stevie smiled at the little twinkle in his eyes, but her smile quickly morphed into a gasp when Sam's fingers raked through her folds, alerting her of how wet she already was.

"Feel that?" Sam licked his lips quickly and sighed, "I haven't even done anything yet."

"Mmm," Stevie shifted herself slightly and smiled, "Could you move up a little higher, babe?"

"No, no, no," Sam removed his hand from her and kissed the center of her chest, "That is not how this is gonna work."

Sam went back to his previous spot and Stevie pouted, "Fine, fine! I'll do what you say."

"Wow, I'm surprised you broke so quickly," Sam chuckled, "I guess I need to boss you around more often."

"Ah, I wouldn't get used to it," Stevie combated but hissed when Sam blew lightly on her core, "I already miss your submissiveness."

"I bet you do, you little control freak," Sam laughed but he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, making her laugh.

When Sam's tongue finally met Stevie's clit, she sighed in relief and let her eyes flutter shut, trying to be as relaxed as she possibly could. Of course, she wanted him to quicken the pace a bit and she had to fight the urge of grinding her hips against him, but something about the gentleness was sweet, so she decided to trust Sam and follow his lead. She was trying to live out his fantasy anyway.

Stevie knew she was stubborn, and being with someone like Sam, maybe even more stubborn than she was, posed difficulties. However, she was convinced that this only made things more exciting between them. She never had so much pushback from someone before and the way Sam challenged her more than anyone else made her think more deeply.

Like right now, Sam was focusing just on the act of pleasing her and forcing her to use her imagination on what he looked like going down on her. It was infuriating, but it was also hot in a desperate kind of way. He did have a point about her constant need to rush and finish as quickly as possible, so without admitting any fault, she was relishing the fact that he was teaching her to take her time with her pleasure.

And Sam really took his time too. He started out slowly, lapping his tongue against her softly, but he would switch up and suck her clit into his mouth when he wanted to hear her moan a little louder. As much as Stevie was relaxed, she was also very in tune with the fact that they were still in Sam's family home and she knew she'd be clowned until the end of time if anyone overheard.

Sam pulled his mouth away for a minute, replacing it with his thumb, "Stevie, stop overthinking up there."

She moaned softly before scoffing, "What? What are you talking about? I haven't even done anything."

"Exactly," Sam jested, "I wanna hear you, baby. Stop thinking about if anyone else can. For the last time, relax."

"I am relaxed!" Stevie whisper-shouted, "But your sister's room is right across the hall and Josh's room is right next door."

"Let them hear you," Sam laughed, "I want them too."

"You are sick," Stevie chuckled but Sam pulled the blanket down to look at her.

Seeing his face immediately made Stevie's heart pound by how rosy his cheeks were, and she had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.

"I know you're holding back, Stevie," Sam raised an eyebrow at her, "I am familiar with how you sound."

"You wanna hear it for real?" Stevie asked, "Then let me watch you."

Sam shook his head, "No. I want you to lie down, close your eyes, and only think about the way it feels. Use that amazing imagination of yours."

Stevie rolled her eyes at him but laid back and sighed, "Fine, fine. Whatever you say."

Sam smiled and lifted the blanket back over himself, knowing that she needed something more. So, he held her hip with one hand and let the other hand snake up her torso to her chest, holding onto one of her breasts. His mouth quickly found its way back to her clit, quickening the movement of his tongue against her, and sure enough, Stevie was louder.

"Oh, shit," she groaned, "That's better."

Sam laughed against her, causing goosebumps to creep over her skin from the vibrations. Once she finally listened to him, she screwed her eyes shut, completely enveloped in the way everything felt so slippery and warm. That thought alone made her stomach tighten. She thought about the sheen of sweat that must've been forming on his skin under this blanket or the way his face would be completely drenched by her and she groaned at the thought. She could feel Sam's lips curve up into a smile and she let a hand fall beside her, gripping the sheet beneath it.

"Holy fuck," Stevie whispered, "Go faster!"

Sam's hand left her chest, coming back down to her other hips as he tightened his grip on her. His tongue fought against her, and he buried his face deeper into her. Now, Stevie had no choice but to grind against him. Her stomach was knotted, and she couldn't stop the embarrassing string of high-pitched moans that escaped her as the ecstasy of an orgasm washed over her.

Sam had only eaten her out once before and each time the feeling had been so mind-boggling that she wasn't able to control herself. Which she figured was the point of his incessant need to tell her what to do the whole time. When she finally came down, Sam kissed her clit softly and tore the blanket from over him, crawling up her body with a smile.

"You finally listened to me," he praised, and she smiled, still panting, and flipped him off. Sam laughed and kissed her forehead, "Good job. Do you think you could come again?"

Stevie furrowed her brows together and shook her head, "No way! Now it's my turn to have the fantasy."

"Oh?" Sam smirked, "And what's that?"

Stevie took a deep breath and sat up, pointing to the edge of the bed and pulling her hair up into a ponytail, "Go sit."

"What? On the edge of the bed?" Sam asked and she rolled her eyes and laughed, "Yes, you know what I mean. It's not rocket science."

"Damn, okay," Sam held his hands up, "You're bossy."

"Hmm," Stevie shook her head, "Says you."

Sam did as he was told and he watched her as she stood from the bed and walked in front of him, settling on her knees on the floor in front of him. She smiled at the excitement in his eyes, and she lifted her arms over her head, giving him a knowing look. Sam sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and reached out to her, hesitantly gripping her t-shirt and pulling it from her.

"Fuck," he whispered, "This is even better than I pictured it."

Stevie smiled and commanded, "Stand up."

Sam stood and Stevie quickly grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and smirking as she watched his dick break free from the restraint of clothing.

"Sit," she instructed, and Sam followed suit as Stevie scooted on her knees closer to him. Her tongue raked over the length of him and Sam's lips parted as he watched her intently, leaning back on his hands.

"So pretty," Stevie muttered and smiled, making Sam immediately blush.

Her eyes flicked up to his and he groaned as her mouth wrapped around the tip and sunk down until he touched the back of her throat. Stevie held her hand up to Sam and she started to bob her head, not even bothering to tell him what she wanted from him before he took her by the wrist and licked the length of her palm. Stevie then gripped his dick with her hand, pumping him against the moment of her mouth. The sight of it and the way she didn't even bother to stop and tell him to lick her was extremely pornographic to him. It was hard for Sam to even keep his composure, already letting a spew of profanities leave his lips.

Stevie worked quickly, too quick for Sam's comfort, but just watching her was enough to make him come. He had already been so hard from listening to her earlier. Sam's hand gripped her hair, moving her faster and Stevie flicked her tongue around him, adding to the sensation. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, twitching in her mouth.

"Fuck," Sam moaned, "I'm gonna come."

Stevie watched him closely, never breaking eye contact as she removed her mouth from him, using her hand to guide him to his finish. She watched him come, letting it drip down over her chest and smiling down at it like a piece of artwork. Sam's eyes widened in amazement at how proud she looked of herself and she met his eyes again with a smile.

"I knew you'd picture me on my knees for you in here," she smiled, "Was it everything you dreamed of?"

Sam rolled his eyes and leaned forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her quickly, "Nothing could've compared to reality."

Stevie smiled and grabbed her shirt from the floor beside her, using it to wipe her chest clean and Sam gasped, "Don't do that! Don't ruin your shirt!"

"Eh," Stevie shrugged, "Who needs clothes anyway?"

She grabbed Sam's sweatpants and balled them up, tossing them to the other side of the room and he laughed, grabbing her hand and helping her up.

"I love you," he whispered, and she pushed his hair back, smiling, "I love you."

"Come on," Sam pulled her into him, kissing her again, "Let's go to sleep."

The next morning, Stevie was relieved that nobody mentioned anything about what they possibly could have heard the night before. The five of them went out and got bagels together before Sam and Stevie made the trek back to the lake house. Stevie felt even better when she discovered that the twins were staying in Michigan until Sam was ready to go home, so they would be much closer and available for more hangouts if the time ever came for it.

It took some time to get Rosie situated in Stevie's car, but Sam didn't need to bring anything else since all of his stuff was still at the house anyway. So, he took it upon himself to be the chauffer for the day and they started their journey by stopping back over at Stevie's place.

"This won't take long, I just need to get all of my stuff together," Stevie explained as they got out of the car and filed into the house.

"Okay, do you need my help again with the packing?" Sam gave Stevie a smug look and she hummed, hugging him loosely and shaking her head before reaching up to kiss him, "No, I'll be right down!"

She hurried up the stairs, but not before Sam reached out and smacked her ass, earning a scolding look in return. He blew her a kiss and watched her walk away. Once she was out of sight, Sam took a deep breath and inched his way to the box Ryan left for Stevie, snatching the ring box from the top of the pile. He slipped the ring out of the box and set it back, trying to not make it obvious that it had been touched.

Sam had no idea what he was going to do with it. He just knew he didn't want it to go to waste knowing that Stevie would throw it away. Stevie had always had tense feelings towards her mom, and Sam knew this, but he also knew that this ring was more connected to Stevie's dad than it ever was to her mom. Sam remembers the story fully well. Stevie's dad recited it to him many times, although Stevie had her own version of the same story.

They were high school sweethearts. Nathan was so in love with her. So, as soon as he had saved enough money from playing gigs, he picked out the simplest ring with her favorite stone and proposed to her. Their marriage wasn't a long one. Not even a year after Stevie was born her mother split town and it left her dad devastated.

Stevie's version had more curse words about how her mom was a selfish bitch, but Sam's dad also lived through this with Nathan and because he already had three kids of his own, it was easy for them to support each other through it. To Sam, the ring still felt like a piece of Stevie's dad and that meant something, even if he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

He slipped the ring into his pocket and went to the kitchen, trying to play it cool as if he wasn't snooping around. Stevie jumped to the head of the stairs with her bag thudding on the ground beside her, "Samuel! Are you ready?"

"I'm just waiting for you, babe," Sam peeked around the corner up at her and grinned, "Time to go?"

"I'm officially ready! Record timing for the packing, am I right?" Stevie picked up her bag again and skipped down the stairs to him, grabbing his hand and tugging him out the door.

"Yeah," Sam laughed nervously, "Honestly impressive. I haven't seen you this excited in a while!"

Stevie opened the front door and pushed him out, closing it behind her and locking it, "I am excited! I'm happy."

Sam took the car keys out of her hand and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him, kissing her quickly, "Good. I'm happy too! Now, let's go enjoy the rest of our summer."

They loaded up into Stevie's car and she rubbed her hands together anxiously and batted her eyelashes at Sam, "Before we get anywhere, we need to get some road trip snacks. Please?"

"Anything for my girl," Sam nodded, turning the car on and pulling away from the house.

Rosie inched her way in between them from the back seat and Stevie turned to her, petting her head and planting a kiss on her face, "Don't worry girl. I'll sneak a snack for you too!"

"Be careful," Sam raised his eyebrows at Stevie, "Her tummy is sensitive."

"I'm sure it is with how much human food you sneak to her," Stevie teased and Sam rolled his eyes, "But she's my happy girl, isn't that right Rose?"

Sam delivered on their snack run and filled up Stevie's car with gas. The two of them talked and laughed, held hands, and sang songs for the rest of their trip. It was very reminiscent of their youthful years spent in the car on the way up to the lake with all of them and her dad leading the circus.

That was something she always loved about Sam, even when he would get under her skin, and she'd want to rip his head off. He always had been goofy with a sense of childlike wonder. And after all of this time and the hell he had been through over the years, Stevie was relieved that he never lost that.

As they pulled up to the lake house, Stevie laughed when she heard the squeal of excitement escape Sam's lips. She captured the moment in her mind as she watched the edge of his eyes wrinkle from the smile that was wide across his face.

"We're here!" Sam exclaimed, "I can't wait for you to see everything! I'm just hoping you like it."

"I'm so scared," Stevie admitted with a nervous chuckle and Sam gasped, pouring at her, "Scared of what? Don't you trust me?"

"Not really," Stevie laughed some more and Sam rolled his eyes, "Well... just keep an open mind."

She nodded and they got out of her car, gathering their stuff. Sam let Rosie out and instructed Stevie to just leave her bag by the door, too eager to fiddle with any of their stuff in the moment. He held onto her hand and walked up to the front door with her, passing the key to her and she smiled, taking it from him and hesitantly unlocking the door.

When she pushed the door open, there wasn't any obvious change so she gave Sam a careful look and tip toed inside. Sam chuckled behind her and urged her to walk in.

"Don't be scared! Go," Sam said, "Start in the living room."

Stevie took a deep breath and picked up her pace, walking down the hallway to where the living room opened up and her eyes widened at the sight of it. It looked straight out of a magazine the way Sam had decorated it. Almost lining up exactly with all of the inspiration she found on Pinterest.

It was still very much her dad's lake house living room, but there were brighter pops of color and some updated pieces of furniture. For instance, the chair that everyone hated was no longer there and was replaced with a much comfier, modern option.

There were more throw pillows and blankets, giving a much more psychedelic and bohemian vibe than her dad's old rustic, hunting like decor. Some of the posters and albums from her dad's study hung up as art pieces too and she smiled at the sight of them being used in that way.

"Wow," Stevie sighed, "This is beautiful, Sam!"

"It is?" Sam bite his lip and smiled, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Stevie nodded, "It's better than I could've even made it out to be! You did this yourself?"

Sam nodded and held up a finger, "Oh, that's not all, Stephanie!"

Stevie glared at him but bit her tongue, letting him have his excitement instead of pestering him about her name and she followed his lead up the stairs.

"I'm not sure if you wanted to update some of your old bedroom stuff," Sam explained as he gripped the doorknobs to the master bedroom, pushing them open, "But, I went ahead and moved all of your old bedroom stuff to this one."

"Oh no," Stevie gasped, mortified, "You went through my old bedroom?"

Sam laughed and he gave her a knowing look, "Don't worry, I didn't find anything embarrassing."

"I don't even know all of the stuff I had in there," Stevie sighed but she smiled as she looked around, "Jeez, it's crazy how different it already feels in here."

"A good different, I hope," Sam said and she looked back at him and smiled, "Yes, very good different."

She laughed as she looked around again, "I'm gonna need to update this though for sure!"

She pointed at her old cork board from her middle school days that was covered in girly photographs and corny inspirational quotes, "Not really my thing anymore."

"Aw, you don't want to be reminded to keep calm and carry on anymore?" Sam jested and she rolled her eyes, "Maybe you could keep it on your tour bus!"

He stuck his tongue out at her and reached for her hand again, "Okay and one more thing in the house to show you!"

"Ah, I'm nervous!" Stevie exclaimed and Sam led her to the door of the study, which now had a very nice wooden art piece hanging above it.

Inscribed into the wood said "Where the magic happens" and Stevie snorted a laugh, "What is this? A sex dungeon?"

Sam's jaw dropped open and he furrowed his eyebrows, "Get your head out of the gutter, lady! I wouldn't put any of that on display! That's for my eyes only, thank you."

Sam popped open the door and what was once her dad's music room was transformed into the office of Stevie's dreams. The walls were painted with solid color on three of them and a beautiful mural on one. There was a sturdy, dark wooden desk that homed her computer and had plenty of space for storage. Not to mention, so many books tucked away in bookshelves along the wall. Sam kept the remainder of the music memorabilia hung up in here too, including a nice wall mount for Rosetta.

"Oh my God," Stevie gawked at the room and her smile widen, taking in all of the details.

"See? This is where the magic happens," Sam wore a proud smirk and crossed his arms over his chest, "Your own study where you can write and focus while you do so."

"Sam," Stevie whispered, "This is absolutely incredible. I can't believe you did this!"

"I didn't want to risk you not doing this for yourself because of my mistakes," Sam explained, "Plus, that's not even all of it."

"What? There's more?" Stevie looked at him with a bewildered expression and she laughed, "This is already so much! You perfectly incorporated everything to be my own with hints of my dad! I don't even know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Sam said and he held his hand out for her to take again, "Just follow me!"

Stevie still looked shocked as she took his hand and let him lead her back downstairs and outside. They stopped at the garage and she could feel the nerves bouncing off of him as he went to the keypad by the garage door, typing in the code and standing back beside her as the door rose.

As each inch of the door rose higher, it was slowly revealed to her that the boat, Pearly Queen, had been fixed. It was almost as if it had never even been touched.

"What the fuck?" Stevie scoffed, "But.. how did you-?"

"I had someone come and fix it," Sam shrugged, "I know how much this thing meant to your dad and I felt absolutely crushed knowing that I destroyed it."

"But, how? How does it look almost brand new?" Stevie waked closer to the boat, touching it lightly with the palm of her hand and Sam chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Beats me! That guy was an absolute wizard," Sam said and Stevie smiled up at him, removing her hand from the boat and rushing towards him.

She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him into a kiss and when she broke apart from him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Thank you," Stevie said, "I don't even know how you got all of this done but it's all extremely sweet and just thank you!"

Sam's arms wrapped around her loosely and he kissed the top of her head, "Of course, babe. This is your place now even if you decide not to keep it. You deserve something that's yours even if only temporary."

Stevie looked up at him with a soft expression on her face and she hummed peacefully, "The only thing is, once that piano's fixed you're gonna need to find a spot in the house for it."

"What are you saying, Stevie?" Sam glared at her suspiciously and she rolled her eyes, smiling wider.

"Of course I'm keeping the lake house," Stevie chuckled, "I just can't keep both places so I'll have to move here. And you're going to come visit me on all of your time off so you'll need the piano inside, of course."

Sam smiled and took a moment to enjoy the pure joy he saw in Stevie's eyes before he spoke again, "I'm hoping I'll see you more than just my time off, but you've got yourself a deal!"

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sooo, you guys know how i had to edit all my tag typos after i was sick? yeah, turns out that's just a me thing and not a sick me thing

You've meet rosquez, now get ready for

Francesco Bagnaia? never meet him. I only know Pecco (even tho i chose to use fb63 *sobs*)

And with this Dani one. Ok, the first 2, I see where I was going with it. just copied the year. The 2024 one, yeah babes, that one's a lost cause.

Yeah this one i fucked up so many times tumblr made it a tag on my laptop. hehe. I even accidentally capitalised it for no reason twice??

funniest part is that i spelt it correctly every single time when i did the year tag for it? Diversity win

OH AND literally this morning I was trying to find something and I saw i tagged JUST THE YEAR. Clearly, I accidentally clicked post from my drafts and no one told me lol

And the most heinous crime of all. I did my girl dirty. I shall repent.

So yeah, pretty much any time i'm not using a cute little tag bundle, where i click one button, i start freestyling

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TITLE: A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke PAIRING: BAJI KEISUKE / MATSUNO CHIFUYU SUMMARY: “M’kay.”

But the mild reaction from Mitsuya gets overshadowed by his next announcement, completely shocking the two members standing front and center.

“The guy dating Baji,” says Mitsuya, with a smile, “that’s all I need to know.”

OR

Baji can’t stop talking about Chifuyu to the Toman members - which leads to a misunderstanding that the both of them are dating.

TR Spin-Off Chapter 14: The executive meeting is actually an intervention for Baji Keisuke.

read it on AO3 or read below

You know that part in the latest chapter of the spinoff where Baji brings Chifuyu to the executive meeting in Toman, but they all know who Chifuyu is already? It’s pretty obvious that Baji must be talking nonstop about Chifuyu to everyone…

Also this is very much a crack fic.

I wrote this during my lunch break after getting a gift fic from Pau, and then edited it between work meetings - which means I wrote it very, very quickly and then edited it very, very not at all. If you see any typos, no you don’t.

A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke

DRAKEN

“And he goes ‘What’s this character? You wrote it wrong.’ ”

Keisuke clearly remembers the way Chifuyu sat down in front of him, cocky at first like he was trying to pick a fight - but instead picked his pencil up and showed Keisuke how to write the letter.

“I thought he was gonna be an ass about it, but he was actually-”

Next to him, Draken pauses his game, a surprised look on his face. He had been listening to Keisuke recount the story without any real interest, but now his hand sharply cuts through air, indicating he needs Keisuke to stop talking immediately. 

“Wait, you don’t…know how to spell Kazutora’s name?”

Keisuke shrugs.

“Anyways he showed me how to write it - the character for tiger. I almost got it right.” - No he didn’t. - “So I think he’s a pretty good guy. Helps those in need, the type of person who probably can’t stay out of other people’s business.”

Draken raises his eyebrow. “Are you complimenting him or insulting him?”

“I’m just saying,” postures Keisuke defensively, “that I met this guy who helped me out. Thought it was gonna be a one time thing. But then I got to pay him back right after!”

He punches Draken’s shoulder like they’re in on a joke together. Draken doesn’t seem as amused, but he also doesn’t go back to his game. Intent now on paying attention to Keisuke’s weird tale.

“Cause as I was mailing the letter, I saw him getting jumped by all these punks! And one of them had a weapon - real fucking shitheads!” Keisuke gets heated at this part, remembering how he ran into the other boy being surrounded by a bunch of older kids in an abandoned alleyway.

“Since Chifuyu is just one guy and he’s unarmed, you know?” Here Keisuke starts imitating the fight, providing sound effects as he alternates his fists. “So I just start fightin’. Pow. Pow. Returned the favor and saved his ass and everything. He was grateful as fuck.”

Draken nods along because he can see that. 

“Did you beat him up afterwards, like you did with Kazutora?”

Keisuke scratches the back of his head, confused. “Huh? No, I invited him back to my place for dinner. It was just instant noodles, though. Nothing fancy.”

Draken stares at him.

For a while, no one says anything.

“Oh…so it’s like that,” his friend says cryptically. “I was wondering where this story was going.”

Keisuke isn’t sure what he means by that, cause the story isn’t even done yet. 

“Anyways, he wanted to join Toman afterwards, but I said “No way, asshole!” cause I don’t wanna keep taking care of him.” Keisuke signs, irritated at the memory. “He seems too much of a handful. I don’t need that kinda guy tying me down.”

“Or maybe you’re just trying to keep him to yourself,” mutters Draken, unpausing his game.

MIKEY

“And this guy is just fuckin’ following me around school everyday and he keeps trying to pick fights with others and then telling me about it for some reason.”

He’s not sure if Mikey is listening or not. He seems really focused on something, but it might just be the taiyaki he’s eating. 

“Then one day, he says - ‘just beat me up until you understand my feelings.’ ” Keisuke pauses here. He thinks maybe he got the wording wrong, but it doesn’t matter. “So I’m like ok, and then I beat him up.”

Mikey takes a bite of his snack and then says, “Nice.”

“But then I felt bad cause he was on the ground and it was raining and I didn’t wanna leave him there…” Keisuke rolls his eyes, annoyed at himself, “and he lives three floors below me so I carried him home-”

“Wait, wait, wait- I thought you said you were tired of that guy?”

“I mean yeah, he’s so fucking annoying.”

“Then why didn’t you just leave his ass?”

Keisuke opens his mouth. Then he closes it.

“His ass was gonna get wet, it was raining, remember?”

Mikey doesn’t look impressed. But he motions him to continue with his story, the taiyaki flopping in the air.

“Right so, after that, I let him sleep it off. Cause he really took a beating from me. Hella persistent, that guy. Can’t shake him. I’ve tried. Then when he finally wakes up I think, fine, ok. Just this one time! I’ll take you on my bike and-”

“Wait, you let him ride your bike? ”

“Yeah, cause it was just easier that way if we were both going to the meeting-”

“You- you brought him to a Toman meeting?! ”

“Why do you keep interrupting me? Anyways he was all-”

But Keisuke doesn’t get to finish because Mikey shoves his second taiyaki in front of his face, almost exasperated.

“God, Ken-chin was right. ” He says, then shakes the dessert insistently until Keisuke takes it, albeit hesitantly since Mikey doesn’t normally share his snacks.

“Uh…thanks?”

“It’s cream flavored,” says Mikey.

“What kind?”

His friend smirks, “Whipped.”

SMILEY

“Chifuyu’s hair was really fucking bothering me so I told him to change it.”

Nahoya looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Keisuke gestures between the two of them, like there’s some kind of relevant fact keeping them bound in this conversation.

“Cause you said you wanted straight hair?”

“I just- I just said one thing about my hair! Oh my god!” He throws his arms above his head, waving them angrily. “Why do you always keep making it about Chifuyu?!” 

The other boy is already walking away.

“Hey!” Keisuke yells. “He changed his hairstyle, alright?! So if you just let me finish my goddamn story - I was trying to say that he was able to change his whole lifestyle and everything, so you can do it too if you want! Live out your dreams or whatever!”

“More like your delusions,” scoffs Nahoya. “Alright, which one of you guys is running the betting pool right now?”

ANGRY

“So he just fucking jumps off the roof, yeah? The fuckin’ balls on him. And then he takes out all these guys like it’s nothing. After that he-”

Unlike his brother, Souya is frozen in place, too awkward to outright get up and leave. 

“That’s got to be four floors or something, how did he land? Is he part cat?” Keisuke snaps his finger at the discovery. “He hangs out with a lot of cats. You think maybe he learned from them? Like maybe he’s a cat boy?”

“I think,” says Souya slowly, “that you don’t know what the meaning of a cat boy is...”

“Huh? No way. He’s definitely a cat boy. He loves cats. He owns one too, Peke J, I named him. He’s like our son.”

From somewhere behind them, Souya’s brother puts more money down on the table.

MITSUYA

“Right, so I need you to make another uniform before our next First Division meeting.”

Mitsuya nods. “You mean for your friend, Ryusei? His jacket buttons were getting worn out, I remember you mentioning that before.”

Keisuke laughs sheepishly. “Ah, I meant another one - it’s for Chifuyu. Sorry I forgot to tell ya, I let him join after all and he’s been saying how he really wants to wear the uniform.” 

The boy in front of him slowly brings his hands together, resting his chin on them, and then takes in a deep breath.

“For Chifuyu…”

“Yeah, is that gonna be ok? You got enough time or…?”

Mitsuya levels him with a piercing gaze. 

“Why couldn’t you have asked me this last week?”

Keisuke sucks the air in between his teeth. “Sorry man, I know it’s really short notice. That’s my bad, but I just forgot about it.”

He watches as Mitsuya digs out his wallet. “I really, really, wish you had remembered to ask earlier.” He’s a little confused as Mitsuya irritatedly pulls a stack of yen out, randomly. “If only you had just asked me - one week earlier.” 

Draken appears out of nowhere to collect the cash, a grin wide on his face. 

He decides not to question this, since there’s a more pressing issue at hand.

“Look, if you can’t do it, then it’s fine-”

“I can do it,” says Mitsuya, waving him off dismissively. “It’ll only take me a day.”

“Oh, what was the problem then?” Keisuke looks confused at the whole exchange. He feels like maybe he’s being kept in the dark about something. How come people are always passing money around, especially near him, nowadays? And what’s with all these annoyed looks every time he speaks?

Mitsuya rubs his temples. “I need to change my bets.” 

PAH-CHIN

“So Chifuyu helped my mom move all our stupid furniture around, yesterday and-”

Pah leans back into his seat, resigned. “I get it, huh, it’s my turn today.”

“Anyways,” Keisuke claps his hands. “What do you know about Feng Shui? You said your family was in the whole house thing? What’s Feng Shui supposed to be like for apartments, cause I think maybe Chifuyu might have done it wrong...”

“Feng Shui isn’t real dude,” says Pah, “I know this because my dad said so. It’s just some nice looking bullshit.” 

Keisuke angrily stands up. “You fucking take that back, Pah-chin!” 

“Haa? Why are you so angry, man?”

“Chifuyu spent hours moving all our shit around! Don’t tell me that was all for nothing!”

“Didn’t you just say, you thought he did it wrong? Even I’m not that fucking stupid!”

“Chifuyu isn’t stupid!”

“I said, you were fucking stupid!”

“Yeah, I fucking might be!”

PEH-YAH

“So I don’t know shit about history - but Chifuyu’s been helping me study.”

Everyone moves to the other side of the room, which leaves only Peh to fend for himself. 

He sighs, then says, “I get it, sometimes I help Pah-chin study too. But we’re both idiots.”

Keisuke quickly jabs Peh’s chest in agreement. “Yeah, Chifuyu is an idiot too! But I understand things better when he explains it for some reason. It’s like he gets it - or me.” 

Peh nods. “You guys know what the other is thinking.” 

“Yeah, exactly!” Keisuke yells, excitedly. Finally glad to have someone on the same page as him for once. Well, other than Chifuyu, he means. “He just understands what I’m saying sometimes. Even if no one else does.”

“That’s great.” 

“I don’t know how I would have passed the exam without him. I really- hey wait, where are you going? Peh-yah, uhh?”

EVERYONE

Keisuke really didn’t want this to be Chifuyu’s first exposure to the Toman executives, but he didn't have a choice other than to bring Chifuyu to the meeting. Even if it seems like the blond is currently scared stiff, standing next to him. 

He lightly bumps Chifuyu’s shoulder with his own, raising both his eyebrows to silently ask if the other is ok. 

Chifuyu flushes, looks away quickly, then shyly brings his gaze back and nods.

Their silent communication doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the members. 

Draken clears his throat loudly, narrowing his eyes between the two of them, and then says, “Looks like the First Division’s in trouble…”

Keisuke tunes out the rest of the words because he thinks it’s gonna all be recap. Probably just the situation regarding Yotsuya Kaidan - which he knows better than all of them anyway. Instead he pays attention to Chifuyu, who’s sweating under the dim lights, looking nervously between all the members, his eyes wide.

Keisuke moves a little closer to him, hoping his presence will calm down the other boy.

“This is an emergency executive meeting regarding that matter,” continues Draken.

Nahoya coughs into his fist. “Actually it’s more like an intervention at this point…”

Chifuyu audibly gulps, but only Keisuke can hear it from his proximity. He remembers, in contrast to Chifuyu’s first meeting, that this behavior is completely different.

Instead of the boisterous newcomer who didn’t know his place, the Chifuyu standing beside him right now feels more mature. Still as excitable, but able to hide it. More aware of his surroundings. No more acting out.

Keisuke feels a little proud. 

“Let’s get started.”

The room gives Mikey their full attention, only to be derailed as he argues with Draken over the filling of his taiyaki. He thought the comedic distraction might help Chifuyu relax a little, but it has the opposite effect. The blond tenses up again as he looks between the two executives fighting. 

Keisuke is about to reach out, maybe ruffle his hair a bit and push his bangs away from all the sweat gathering on his forehead. He really needs Chifuyu to stop overthinking things like he always does.

“Anyways…” Draken jerks his thumb to Chifuyu and asks, “Baji. Who is that guy?”

Chifuyu startles, like a cat, then straightens up.

Everyone is looking at them and he can already feel Chifuyu freezing. He knows Chifuyu is about to do the whole unnecessary introduction thing again, it’s that typical moment, so Keisuke starts - but is interrupted. “He’s our new guy. I brought him here ‘cause he’s involved in this case.”

At the same time, Chifuyu bows abruptly and yells, “Ah…I’m Chifuyu Matsuno! I’m still a work in progress, but from this point on, I’m determined to work under Baji-san...”

Multiple people start talking at once.

“That’s Chifuyu, huh?”

“I knew it! Pay up, Ken-chin!”

“A work in progress? Does that mean they’re not together yet or…?”

“Under Baji - he says.”

“Yeah, he really said that! He’s so bold!”

“Ahh!! Matsuno!! Damn, it’s really you!”

“M’kay.” 

But the mild reaction from Mitsuya gets overshadowed by his next announcement, completely shocking the two members standing front and center.

“The guy dating Baji,” says Mitsuya, with a smile, “that’s all I need to know.”

For some reason, the entire room doesn’t break out into chaos with this statement, instead everyone just casually accepts this fact and moves on. It’s only Keisuke that feels the turmoil in his heart - and maybe Chifuyu too, if he can even dare to look at him.

He watches, almost like an out of body experience, as Pah approaches Chifuyu and clamps a heavy hand on his shoulder. 

“Thanks for looking after Pochi!” Like an inside joke, Pah cups his mouth but his whisper is so loud, the whole room hears it. “ And for looking after our Baji, too!” He slaps Chifuyu a couple more times, the blond barely reacting. “And for bringing me the big fights!” 

“What.” Chifuyu sounds like his world has been turned upside down.

Pah doesn’t notice that anything is amiss. “You helped Baji build that dog house for Pochi, right? He loves it!” He gives him an approving thumbs up. “You did a bang-up job! Ah, but I guess you’re dating one too, haha!”

“What...” This time Chifuyu is a little bit quieter.

Keisuke knows he needs to speak up, to say anything, to save Chifuyu from any further embarrassment - but he’s not sure how to do it without jeopardizing their relationship or his spiraling reputation. Even though he knows this is mostly his fault.

Pah continues talking, as if he isn’t holding a one-sided conversation on his own. “I’ve been pissed off at Baji for talking my ears off every meeting - but I guess he must be really serious about ya if he brought you to an exec meeting, Chifuyu!”

“Yeah, he didn’t even ask!” Nahoya chimes in.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Baji smile though, so I guess it’s fine.” Souya comments. “It’s nice to see him happy, again.”

Draken claps his hands twice, bringing the attention back to him. “This means the time has finally come, pay up assholes!”

“Righto, I’ll be collectin-”

“Wait.” Keisuke finally finds the strength to interrupt. “Can you please…leave this matter for after the meeting?”

“What, you suddenly so embarrassed now that you have a boyfriend?” Mikey sneers from atop his perch. “Even though you talk about him everyday?”

“I don’t…” Keisuke glances at Chifuyu, and because they’re always thinking of the other, Chifuyu choses that moment to meet his gaze. “...I don’t talk about him everyday.”

He’s not sure if he’s being brave or a coward for not correcting anyone.

But Chifuyu, bless him, always has his back. 

Something in his blue-green irises changes, becomes sharper. It’s in that moment Keisuke realizes Chifuyu has caught on, silently agreeing to play along with their charade.  

He doesn’t even have to ask, he already knows Chifuyu will follow.

“Can this um,” starts Chifuyu, “ information stay within this room? We’re not uh, public...”

Even without explicit orders, Chifuyu can always be counted on. Keisuke doesn’t know what he did to deserve him. Maybe that’s why he can’t stop talking about him. 

And maybe that’s why the two of them are in this mess in the first place.

Not to be outdone, Keisuke speaks up again. “Or maybe just…the First Division.” Since only the two of them belong to said division, it’s essentially the same as asking everyone to back the fuck off. It’s only their business - no one else needs to butt in.

“Baji…” Draken says tiredly. “This doesn’t have to be your secret alone anymore.”

“Yeah, everyone is chill with it, dude.”

“We’ve known for a while actually. No need to freak out. We won’t judge you.”

“You were really down bad for him, Baji. We all knew.”

“And you’re both being pretty obvious about it right now.” 

Keisuke knows his flush is probably matching Chifuyu’s - what a pair the two of them must seem in front of everyone. The other boy is barely holding the act together, but he waits patiently for Keisuke’s next move. He just isn’t sure what it should be.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he sighs, “sorry, everyone.” 

For the first time, he feels apprehensive about not being able to speak to Chifuyu freely. What if this makes the blond even more uncomfortable? What if this destroys their friendship? At some point, he’s going to push Chifuyu too far - what happens then?  

“I have to put a stop to this...” 

This wasn’t how he thought this meeting would go. But worst of all, maybe, just maybe - this whole thing could be the breaking point to Chifuyu’s loyalty.

“...The truth is-”

 “I get it.” Mikey suddenly says, standing up. “I’ll leave Chifuyu to Baji.”

Their invincible leader jumps down, landing smoothly right in front of the others. He gives both of them a searching look, but his gaze lingers on Chifuyu. “I’ve made up my mind.”

Keisuke has no idea what he means. 

“If the two of them want to keep to themselves, then I won’t push it. The rest of you should stay out of this until they’re ready…” he smirks, “You’re all dismissed.”

“...Mikey.”

But the other boy pushes past him to whisper something into Chifuyu’s ear. It could be his imagination, but it sounds like “If you break up with Baji, I’ll kill you. ” 

CHIFUYU

“Well that was unhinged.”

The two of them loiter outside the entrance, not quite ready to talk about it yet. Keisuke leans against his motorcycle, looking away from Chifuyu as the other boy inspects the vending machine. His throat feels dry, but not in a way a drink can fix.

“They all had such a crazy aura around them that I was shaking just being in their presence,” laughs Chifuyu nervously, probably to fill the awkward silence. “Especially Mikey-kun.”

That’s right. Mikey really did say some weird stuff.

“I know, I’m sorry,” says Keisuke, turning around. 

“Eh?” 

“I’m sorry you have to put up with my selfishness,” he explains. “I didn’t…mean to lead them on like that. Or you either.”

“Baji-san…what do you mean?” Chifuyu says slowly.

Keisuke isn’t sure how to go about this. Words aren’t really his thing. After tonight, that fact seems to especially be true - but usually he can just count on Chifuyu to figure it out for him. Although maybe that’s been making him complacent. Still, he needs to make an effort to right his wrongs.

“I think I talked about you too much with the other guys, so they got the wrong idea about us.” He crosses his arms and lets out a frustrated noise. “I shoulda just came clean from the start instead of dragging you in. Thanks for covering for me, though, but I don’t expect you to pretend forever. So I won’t force you to do anything.” 

“It’s ok, Baji-san!” Chifuyu yells. “I don’t mind. I told you, I’d do anything to remain by your side, right? I can do this for you, too!”

Keisuke gives him a lopsided smile. It’s hard to reason with Chifuyu when he gets like this - his determination is infectious. So is his positivity. Keisuke already feels in a better mood just by being around him.  

“It’s fine, Chifuyu. I can go back and apologize to them, clear things up. Even if I have to do it alone.”

“What are you talking about?” Of course the other boy won’t back down. “I’ll always follow you, Baji-san! I’ll come with you!”

“No…that would just make it harder for them to believe.”

The first signs of frustrations show on Chifuyu’s face, like he’s about to start talking back to his captain. Really now, his obedience just comes and goes. 

Then, suddenly, a huge grin breaks out until it rivals all the stars in the night sky above them. With a look of pure adoration, Chifuyu closes the distance between them and offers Keisuke a fist bump.

“Let’s date for real, then!” Chifuyu says without a moment’s hesitation.

Keisuke feels like he’s been given the whole world, rather than a hand or a way out. 

He can’t help but feel the edges of his mouth stretch upwards. He feels so relieved and grateful all at once. He doesn’t understand it, but maybe Chifuyu does - so he’ll just have to ask him to explain it later.

Chifuy’s smile only gets wider. “That way you’re not lying to anyone - and we don’t have to pretend!” 

It’s a crazy plan. But perhaps he’s a little crazy for Chifuyu, anyway.

Since they don’t have any better ideas, he readily agrees.

“Alright!” 

When their fists collide, it’s his heart that meets Chifuyu’s halfway.

END

Sorry they're idiots.

I’m also sorry this was absolutely Satou Ryusei erasure (love that guy) and the bajifuyu just totally derailed the meeting so it’s not even about Yotsuya Kaidan anymore. I promise they’ll hold another assembly to figure it out!!

Baji POV is really hard for me to write - so if he seems out of character, just remember I’m a crack fic writer.

This is for pau - if you like bajifuyu or kojiryu, please go read their fics!!

[zenkindoflove]

Ask game 2, 8

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

The narrative - basically all the time. I do outline, but I am ultimately a pantser and I don't try to resist it much when the story just feels like it has to go in a specific direction.

I think really clearly this happened when I was writing Pull Me In Deeper because at first I was like, oh this is a quick 5 chapter story, then I was like, okay maybe 10 chapters, and then it ended up being 23 chapters because the characters kept telling me fuck you they wanted to do more things and needed more time.

I think a really clear one [SPOILERS - SKIP TO THE NEXT QUESTION IF YOU DON'T WANT THEM] was my decision for them to actually go into Cnidus and see the unicorns. At first because I wanted this to be a quick fic, I was only going to have them receive the info from Aria that she saw the unicorns. But as I wrote the story, I kept realizing that Alexius is a brave little shit who does whatever he wants, and I Alexius would HAVE to see them for himself. So, I came up with a plotline to up the stakes and make it a part of his secret mission that he had to collect a hair sample.

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

I take constructive criticism very well. That wasn't always the case. When i was a teenager and I started writing fanfic, I was very sensitive to receiving critiques about my writing. I think anyone who is new to writing is like that.

Two things really kicked that out of me. One was taking a creative writing course in college where we had to do the old-school critique where everyone workshopped your story in front of you and you had to remain silent. The more significant thing, however, is my time in science. I got a PhD and spent three years doing a postdoc, and let me tell you, getting a PhD is like exposure therapy for constructive criticism. Not just about your scientific writing but also your ideas and your criticisms of criticisms. The entire nature of science is, in it's own way, to be critical, and there can be a lot of good in that. But also a tone of toxicity. So, to put it lightly, I had to develop a thick skin and realize that people not liking my work or thinking my ideas weren't well developed or smart was not at all personal. Because otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to survive that type of environment.

Anyways, now that I'm on the other side of that and back into fanfic writing, I have found I am a lot less sensitive to feedback and critique than when i first started. @crazy-ache is my "beta" and we are writing partners. We have a very honest relationship where we often tell each other if something in our works isn't working for the other or feels off. You really have to be okay with that especially if you write something with another person who is going to have equal ownership. Also I have published crazy typos or ugly ass sentences and had people point them out to me and I really am grateful about it. (THANK YOU ANGEL FROM HEAVEN who told me I published Nesta saying "OMG" in Summer Heat lmfao. Literally, so fucking embarrassing but I really was relieved someone said it to me because no, I did not intend that and yes, me and Ari missed it on several edits.) Part of my current job actually is editing scientific writing, so I have no self-esteem tied to making grammar mistakes, typos, or just writing chunky, funky sentences because I spend all day reading straight up booty from some very brilliant people.

Ask game for fanfic writers

[storiesofsvu]

https://www.tumblr.com/storiesofsvu/756561724151414784/ask-game-for-fanfic-writers

How about every integer of 10? 🙏��

10,20,30,40,50,60,70,80,90,100

(or less if that's too much)

ooo bless!

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles and how easy or hard is that for you?

fuck. i HATE titles. 99% of the time it's the very last thing I do and half the time i forget about it until i open tumblr to make the post. For one shots i generally read through it again and pick a phrase or repeating word and use that. For series: i'll usually pop onto discord with a brief summary and ask if ppl have ideas, otherwise i have a note in my phone of potential titles that are generally song titles or lyrics. i like my series titles to actually mean something and tie into the story whereas i dont give a fuck about the one shots LOL

20. what is your favourite trope to write?

forbidden love? we're gonna pretend that's a thing lol. like, stories have to have conflict and what's better than two people who wanna fuck/date/whatever and either can't or shouldn't, or like, their bosses would frown upon it, right? like, any and all degree of it, not particularly totally forbidden.

30. most inspirational quote you've ever read or heard that's still important to you.

christ. i cannot think of anything rn. My mind went straight to disney because there are so many things that light up my passion/motivation. the last time we were there we saw the "new" (lol) fireworks show and it had this little speech that was all "no go, let your dreams guide you, reach out and find your happily ever after" and it was kinda the resurge i needed at the time to be all "oh fuck, that's right, i just need to focus" as the old fireworks show had a bit that i like, wished on every fucking night and always made me cry about cause of how i related to it. wow i'm SO cool HA.

in high school (performing arts) certain people got to sign the theatre crossover wall at graduation and i got to and i singed it with a Fosse quote but i cannot remember it anymore for the life of me loll

40. best piece of feedback you've ever gotten?

bruh ive got no clue. i dont get/ask for feedback basically ever. esp recently people have been more just "omg so good" or "next part??" uhh... yeah, i dont think anyone ever has minus like a comment here and there with a friend when spitballing and i have a goldfish brain so i cannot remember.

50. do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?

bit of both! for one shots it's usually just the prompt i was given/found and MAYBE a bit of a blurb scenario.

series: i will not start until i have a much more detailed outline and a rough idea of how it's going to end. nothing is specifically labelled and as i work on the story the outline gets longer, more fleshed out, sometimes there's full conversations or smut pieces in the outline and eventually ch's get labelled and sometimes it's like "ch 4, they go to this hotel and fuck" lol

60. where is the most dangerous place that you're written fic?

work. was stuck in the bar (that guests dont have access to) during service time with nothing else to do. my manager literally came in and teased me about not working and then later asked what i was working on and i said "fanfic, but that's all i'm telling you cause a lot o its real gay and real dirty" LOL

70. are you ever critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during or after the fact?)

i'm SO critical, but it's like, when i'm rereading it months down the road and it's been posted and too late to edit LOL. and it's mainly me just looking at old works that are SO trope filled and slightly cringe and include lot of the stuff that i no longer write.

I don't edit too much at all lol. I'll catch most typos or grammar while going/on a brief read through but it's VERY rare i'll actually go back to edit a full passage the next day or anything. Hence my very detailed outlines! i will edit from there to the fic cause i'll add to the outlines whenever something sparks in my brain and i know its good lol.

80. do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing?

uhh... no? LOL. sometimes i do, and sometimes they just end up there completely by accident.

90. do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

absolutely. why do you think there's so much profanity? LOL. but also as someone who writes mainly reader insert, there is a little bit of me in every yn i write

thanks for asking!! <3 (and that's never too much lol)

[syunkiss]

HIII !!! I saw u like jjba. Can I ask for your opinions on the bucciarati team ships? Yes. All of them 😈

oh yeah baby I love those asks :3 (tell me if I missed any)

fugonara: first one... I AM NOT SHIPPER OF THEM BUT THEYRE SOOO........ SOSOSOSSOOOO... YK? Yk what I mean?? also they remind me of 15!soukoku a bit for some very specific reasons /pos /very positive

naramis: I'M ALSO NOT A BIG FAN (i like it less than fugonara) but NOTHING AGAISNT THEm, also i saw some people saying its weird bcus mista is 18 but 17-18 age range is not bad

naragio: I don't really like this one but there's no actual reason to it. I just prefer them platonically !!

naratrish: I REALLY SEING THEM AS SIBLINGS but I also like thinking narancia has a little crush in trish. I don't really ship them tho yk in my mind Trish is a lesbain ((intentional typo))

narancia x anyone else (bruno / abbachio) : fucking NO 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️

giomis: also a nuh uh for me🙅‍♂️🚫 (because of the age difference)

giotrish: THEY ARE SOOOOO CUTEEEE platonically . I don't have anything agaisn't the ship tho I just don't like it for reasons

futrish: I DUNNO nothing agaisn't this one but I also see them as siblings

fumis: nuh uh uh no uh nuh uh 🚫 nope. Nuh uh

fugio: I FUCKING LOVE THEM. I FUCKING. FUCKING LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH. THEY MAKE ME HAPPY. THEY MAKE ME SMILE. THEY MAKE ME GO SUNSHINE LOLIPOPS AND RAINBOWS EVERYTHING THAT'S WONDERFUL IS WHAT I FEEL WHEN THEY'RE TOGETHEERRRRRRRRRRRR GREERRRRRRGGRRRRGRR<3333 GAAAAERRRRDAAAAAAERRRRRRRRRR

fubruno: i really hope this one doesn't actually exist. but if it does. get away from me. get AWAY (i dont like it. I hate it. also theyre mother and son and fugo is 16 and bruno is 20)

fuabba: why would you. why would you even. yk? why? answer me /neg (i hate it. i dont like it. abbacchio is 21 and fugo is 16)

brugio: no. no. Nno. Nuh uh. No. Hard no. Hard fucking no. Get away. Get away from me. Sir please don't breathe the same air as me fucking DON'T💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ /neg /vneg /very negative (i hate brugio more than I hate ny own life)

brutrish: skibidi toilet is less of a toilet than this (theyre mother and daughter canon /hc (also trish is 15)) i hate it sm and im not sorry

brumis: this one is. Okay. I have nothing agaisnt it but I also don't ship it. i prefer seeing them as brothers/mother and son too (edit: ok i kinda liek it now....)

bruabba: NO WORDS can express the sense of loss I feel as the result of the terrible tragedy that is their relationship. No words can express how much I love them. Normal time expressions aren't enough to express how much I love them. And how I much I love the way they are and how much I love that they exist. I love t4t bruabba and I love bruabba as a whole itself. I love everything about bruabba and I love when they met, I love their interactions, I love their existence, I love them I love them I would give everything I have (except for my dogs) to see them happy. I love them. I want them I'm crazy for them. Let bruno be happy with his gongeous goth husband/wife forever that's literally everything I want ♡!!!

abbagio: If abbagio has 1 million haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 1000 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 100 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 10 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 5 haters I am one of them. If abbagio has 1 hater this one is me. And if abbagio has 0 haters I don't exist. There are not enough words in any language that can express how much I hate it. Not enough words. Not. Enough. Words.

abbatrish: same thing as abbagio

abbanara: same thing as abbatrish

abbamis: not illegal or wrong I just dislike any ship with Abbacchio that is not bruabba but this one is on thin ice because its not illegal

[someone-always-cares]

curb your enthusism theme plays

in advance: comic is still going full steam ahead, very small delay, have a new temporary laptop

so. pretty much day after that last post, this happens! long story short, its a hard drive issue (likely hardware issue not software), which is bad because that's where the computers everything lives!

so: waited to go back to work to ask it guys there for help, they cant (time + liability issue, completely understandable), went to local it repair, they told me there was a very good chance of restoring my files. they couldn't. checked out some data recovery specialists, but those cost £500-700ish vaguely, saw one place for £299 (price listed ex vat because theyre dicks) and got excited and contacted them but luckily i checked some not google reviews and saw multiple "don't go here" (1 star on yelp!)

so shits fucked

anyway thats not fucking stopping me

things i still have:

the actual edited comic pages. (backed those up early this year)

the flat pngs of the front/back cover, inside covers (although were work in progress but got all the wip sketches too). apparently dumping them in a discord chat still leaves them in good quality. unlike tumblr. annoying that its just the flat pngs, but since they're finished, its all good

the files for stickers and stickersheets. since i ordered samples before, i just emailed the manu and explained and asked if they could send me the files i submitted, so i have those back (again mostly just pngs but very helpful. shout out to zap creatives)

pages 1 and 4 of the redrawn prologue. (for some reason i didnt send those to anyone and im mad)

a working laptop. mercifully, my bro had his old brick of a dell lying in a drawer (now at least 3rd hand but works like a champ. lots of storage in here!). did have to factory reset because he couldnt remember the password, but here we go! (he even installed steam and discord for me which was nice of him!! he also made the profile for the computer "torries are wankers" typo included and i don't know how to change it but its funny so.)

things that are gone:

most of my sanity

pages 2, 3, and 5 of the redrawn prologue. (fuck)

misc not comic related shit (fuck x2)

chapter five pages after 68. has the pngs for 69, 70,73-75 thought but just the extra small versions (tapas has a limit on width) i don't know why those and not the the og files, i think something went wrong with the backup

the folder that i have manually searched for all sac related art to put in the bonus art pages. like thats not going to take more than a day to find again but ffs

my old laptop. rest in pieces. literally, the repair place somehow fucked up my hinges more than they already were, before it was broken and now its just completely snapped. even before that they said it really wasnt worth fixing. it's like, a decade old probably and already had its case replaced once (used to be red) and it's fan but that was easy to fix. i'm going to have to save up for a new one (although bro's old laptop is growing on me. ive named it The Brick)

my fucking font (apparently the site i used to make a handwriting font saves it to the browser not the account?) but whatever i once emailed an older version of the font to someonw or i can just grab something off blambot, its nbd

have to redraw anything half finished, bleh

anyway tldr:

computer: fucked

files: fucked again

IT help: failed

comic delayed?: barely. honestly not that much. i have the important bits. just need to redraw a few pages and do a bunch of double checking literally everything. at most an extra months work? pain in the ass though

other art files: had more backed up than i thought. didn't do much not comic art this year, kinda glad tbh. fucking rip to anything not in my doodles file.

current timeline: shrugs. not sure but before the end of the year for sure. the only outside deadline is needing comics before megacons in jan, so it'll get done before that.

sticker samples: oh those are done and here. need to adjust the colours slightly but knew that going in (printed in their normal colours to see which ones needed adjusting. mostly the darker colours. looking at you, tree in ch2 sheet) and can also get away with making the borders smaller

also treated myself to some very big holo samples (printed as one giant 30cm holo sticker for price reasons) just to see what they'd look like (fun strech goal? little treat for me? both?)

added little hearts for funsies and so i can cut them all out with scissors. kinda have to anyway, my eyes hurt staring at all that holo

like it was not that fucked when i brought it in??? bro

anyway rip broken piece of shit toshiba, my faithful compainion. you had so many problems. and so little storage. but it was mine. going to see if i can like, safely remove the stickers though. still like them. also there's the brick. liking the wide screen.

anyway that's what's stressing me out the past nearly 3 weeks, and i got the "hardrive is fubar" memo a couple days ago, was waiting to update after everything was fixed or confirmed unfixable and its was unfortunatly the latter, but at least i still have most my art shit and a temp laptop.

this concludes the comic progress update and psa to update your backups

Progress update

Edit: laptop broke (hard drive issue), so thing will either be delayed a week or A Lot depending if my shit is recoverable. Back up your files regularly yall

Realised I should probably update yall on how things are going! Things are almost ready, just need to stich the book together together and finish a couple things, then I can order a sample of the book. I don't want to start the kickstarter until I have a book sample in hand that I'm happy with.

Admittedly looking like my original timeline isn't quite going to fit but such is life. its a close enough timeline so im not too annoyed just not in time to advertise it this weekend

to thank yall for your patience with this, here a sneak peek of the stickersheets made because I'm very happy with them and also because I just approved the proofs the manu sent me for those samples:

disclaimer: colours may vary depending on how the samples turn out (converting rgb to cmyk, my beloathed).

[id: two stickersheets, one of characters from chapter 1, and the other chapter two: chapter 1 sheets has: rami (civilian clothes), his whole team, tsunami, inkmaster, swarm, sound flood, and mori. as well as some smaller stickers: a sparkling wave, rami's logo, two diamond shaped sparkles, a small fireball, swarm's butterly, and three hearts with the ace, trans, and rainbow pride flags. chapter 2 sheet has: lewis and sound flood (both in civilian clothes), iris, faete, mindforce, and omen (super costumes). also several smaller stickers: mindforce's eye, a yellow and pink rose, a snowdrop, faete's sword, iris's notebook (with the words "stay safe"), a starry sky with city view, rami's hand holding a rose, and 5 blue pink and white hearts. end id]

also here's the cover (minus the blurb)

[id: image of the cover design, layed flat. aka the front cover is on the right side, back on the left, and the spin inbetween. designed to look like a corkboard with photos pinned to it, and red sring connecting things. on the back there are photos that are from various panels in chapter 1 and 2 (redrawn, specifically faete after transforming, cam readying her forcefield, lewis on the roof, and tsunami riding his wave. the back also contains enamel pins: a trans flag, an ace flag, and mindforce's eye. as well as the corner of a missing persons poster, a business card for "cullen's bowls 'n' bowls", and a blank sheet of notebook paper where the blurb should be. the spine has some starry washi tape with the title written on. the front has a piece of blue paper torn off at the end with the title on it, and stickers of a silver star and rami's logo. below is a large image of rami sitting in the water staring intestly at the viewer, light emerging behind him. around him, hands all strech out towards him, hands belonging to the significant character significant in chapters 1 and 2 of sac. end id]

so specifically what is left (no particular order):

spellchecking

adding page numbers to the bottom

finishing the rest of the not comic pages (aka the thank you note, about the author, deciation and the bit where im going to add names of people who pledged to the kickstarter) 75% done

character bios (admittedly optional i just want to do them)

bonus pages for art and sketches (i have collected all the art and sketches, its just deciding which ones to ue and which ones to save for next time because it makes more sense to put them with the more spoilery chapters 3-5 specific arts)

assembling these and sending a sample off to print

actually starting the kickstarter (once i have decived book sample back and am happy. i am not starting it without knowing 100% that i can fufill it right then and there)

(in the intrest of transperency: while these are all easy and mostly quick (aside from character bios. havent started that one yet), i also have some upcomign events that will have to take priority. that being a convention this weekend, next weekend, and my sisters wedding the weekend after (and the wedding gift, which is custom artwork of my sister and future brother in law. like a wedding painted but not on the day and also digital. so that will take up a bit of time after [another reason i wanted to get this done before then but ah well])

for real though one day i hope to be able to do art stuff full time because i am. so tired of doing a day job

also also there are versions of lewis and rami stickers in super outfits, they'll be seperate stickers

[id: drawings of lewis and rami, same as the stickers in the sheets, just seperate and in different outfits, the drawings have been placed close together, so it looks like thye're holding hands. end id]

you can make them hold hands :)

[lovegoodfics]

matching grins- part two to summer affairs

read part one here

word count: 4.1k

summary: after your interaction with james at harry’s summer party, neither one of you forgot about what you hadn’t yet finished.

warnings: age gap (all characters are of consenting age), unprotected sex (be smart kids!), dom/sub roles, cursing, choking, slight overstimulation, cheating, hard scratching (james’ back), use of petnames, degradation, loss of virginity, squirting, minimal aftercare.

a/n: once again written on a long flight so i’m sorry if it’s not super great! i manually edited it also because i don’t have internet connection to use grammarly or anything, so i’m sorry if there’s typos or if i fuck up the grammar. hope u like it and hope it was worth the wait :) p.s: feel free to send in requests!

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After that hot summer afternoon, you had only seen James twice. Once at King’s Cross as James and Lily saw Harry off to Hogwarts, and once more when your friend group got together over the Holidays. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to visit the Potter’s over breaks, as your friend group was very close and Harry’s parents were just so generous to host you all.

Their generosity- James’ generosity- had crossed your mind often since Harry’s 16th birthday party. Since returning to Hogwarts, you had been with a few boys in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to try and fill the hole that James had opened up inside of you, but nothing felt quite as good as James. There was just something about your experience with James that made it all feel so good. Obviously he was experienced and particularly talented in that area, but maybe it was him being older, the nonchalance he had about the whole thing, the scandal of it all, or the secrecy. Whatever it was, you were obsessed and craved, no, needed more.

“What’s on your mind?” Hermione asked with a suspecting look on her face. Just then you realized you had been stirring your drink and staring into the fire for far too long, you probably looked crazy.

“Oh! Nothing, just thinking about the upcoming semester. I know how much you hate it, but I’m really looking forward to Divination. I heard 6th years get to start practicing prophecy reading,” you quickly came up with a diversion, knowing how much Hermione hated Divination and how much she loved to complain about it.

“Oh don’t get me started, Y/N. That woman is mad, really! If you’d like to hear my opinion, I think it’s more of a class where we play along with her game of makebelieve!”

“Believe me, Hermione, we’ve heard your opinion about it. Dozens of times,” Ron interjected, coaxing a small laugh out of you and Dean.

You were all sat around the coffee table in front of the fireplace on the second floor of Harry’s house. Getting together for weekends over break was much easier once Hermione figured out how to get you all muggle telephones, or cellphones, as she referred to them.

You had no problem learning to use the device, but Ron’s literacy with muggle technology was laughable. If he could manage to even send a text, it would be in all caps and filled with numbers and symbols, making it completely unreadable.

Harry reappeared in the doorway after going downstairs to help Lily with something, asking “Does anyone want anything to eat? My mom wont leave me alone until someone says yes.” He looked embarrassed, causing a laugh out of the group scattered across the room. You all responded in a chorus of “Yes!” “Sure” and nods of heads through your laughter.

“Thank Merlin,” he sighed, disappearing down the stairs again.

You returned to your conversation with Hermione and Ron until a voice and figure in the doorframe knocked the wind out of you.

There James stood, feet away from you, holding a tray of cheese and crackers and a few bags of other snacks under his arm. You couldn’t decide where to look- his face illuminated by the fire, making him look like a Greek God, his massive hands that took up half of the tray he was holding, his veiny and muscular forearms that were revealed under his rolled up sweater and button-up shirt, or the easy smirk resting on his face, the one he always had. He rested the tray and the bags on the coffee table, gently pushing aside a few of your cups to make space for the ridiculous amount of snacks Lily had obviously sent him to bring.

As he nudged your cup to the side, it toppled over and it’s contents spilled all over your front.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, standing up and reaching for the stack of napkins on the table to attempt to dry the mess off of your clothes.

You looked up meekly, “Sorry for the language, Mr. Potter.” You remembered when he scolded you for both your language and calling him Mr. Potter at your last, and only, rendezvous, and you hoped he would be reminded of the same.

If he did remember, he didn’t show any sign of it in his face or body language as he quickly, but much more carefully, placed the tray finally on the table.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry!” James apologized, also reaching for a few napkins to help dry you off. The feeling of his hand brushing your abdomen even through the napkin made you shudder.

James noticed the chill that ran through your spine and for the first time since the incident, looked up at you with acknowledgment of your history in his face.

Although you had only seen it once before, the gleam of mischief in his eyes was all too familiar to you. “Y/N, why don’t you come with me? I know we have a shirt or something for you to change into, I’d hate to see you sit in these wet clothes for the rest of the night.”

You almost questioned why you couldn’t just use a drying spell before his hand on your lower back ushered you out of the room, just like he had the previous summer.

He silently led you up another flight of steps and down a corridor until you reached a bedroom. The journey to this bedroom felt half an hour long, though realistically it probably took you less than a minute to get here.

“Okay, I know Lily has some stuff that’s too small for her in here, as well as some things that you kids have left behind here over the years. Harry’s cousin also has some things here, you could pick one of those-“

With more confidence this time around, you were the one to interrupt James. “Mr. Potter, did we really come up here to find a new shirt? If that’s the case I can really just use a drying spell.”

The snark in your voice did not pass by James. “I’ve told you how I feel about being called Mr. Potter. Watch the attitude.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You taunted the word at him, using it in a mocking tone rather than one of sincerity.

Before you could blink, James’ hand wrapped around your throat and pushed you into the nearest wall.

“What did I say about the fucking attitude, princess?” He growled, letting his hot breath hit the side of your ear, causing a shiver to run its way down your spine. Your face turned to the side, shying away from James’ aggressive dominance.

“Or do you like being a fucking brat? Think being a brat will get you what you want?” A whine escaped your lips as he talked down to you, a fire sparking in the area between your belly and your groin.

“Answer me,” He growled.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good fucking girl.”

He released the iron grip he had on your throat, leaving you scrambling for a breath of air.

His arm snaked under the skirt and tights you had on and into your underwear, feeling between your folds. “Anybody touch this pussy since I have?”

You knew better than to not answer or lie. In your current state, you knew any lie would be obvious.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many?”

“Just a few.” A snarl from him had you quickly correcting yourself. “Three! Two Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw Boy!”

“Fucking Slut.” He drew his hand out of your panties and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Anybody fuck you?”

“No! No, Sir!”

“Ever?”

“No Sir!”

“Good.”

He grabbed a fist full of your hair from the back of your head and yanked it so he had access to your neck.

“What did those boys do to you?”

You were taken aback by the question, not really sure what he was asking or which answer he was looking for. “What?”

He released a sultry, sinister laugh before responding, “Cmon baby girl, don’t act stupid with me. How did they touch you? Give me every detail.”

You gulped, trying to remember each of the ways the boys at Hogwarts had been with you. They all weren’t very good, and only one of them had even made you cum, so it’s not like the experiences were incredibly remarkable or memorable. His hot breath and lips on your neck didn’t make the act of thinking any easier as he bit and kissed around your jaw.

“Uhm. The uh- the boy from Ravenclaw just kind of- he kind of fingered me I guess?”

“You guess?”

“No, Sir. He fingered me.” It was hard to maintain confidence and a steady voice as his hand dipped back into your panties and one of James’ large fingers was pushed inside of you.

“The others?” He asked, still nipping at your neck and slowly thrusting his curled single digit in and out of you. As James hit just the right spot inside of you with the tip of his finger, a sharp bite on the nape of your neck drew your answer out of you.

“Sorry! Uh- one just kind of ate me out. The other boy he…”

“He what?” He added another digit and his fingers increased in pace.

“He played with my clit.” You couldn’t believe the dirty words coming out of your mouth, and how the embarrassment of saying them somehow made this whole thing even hotter.

“Please, Sir! I need to cum!”

“Fucking hold it. Those boys make you cum like I can?”

“No, Sir!”

He snorted, still speaking into the area where your earlobe met your neck and the side of your head. “They make you cum at all?”

The blush on your cheeks deepened as you admitted to James that only one boy had made you cum, and it wasn’t very good anyway.

“Nobody touches this pussy like I can.”

“Nobody! Nobody, Sir! Merlin…” You were merely moaning out your incoherent thoughts at this point, walking a fine line between maintaining your composure and collapsing into an orgasm under James’ ministrations.

He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit, just firmly holding it there for a moment before beginning to move it in slow, painfully slow, stroking motions.

“How did he play with your clit? Did he go fast or slow? Did he make you feel this good?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to process his words, the knot pleasure that sat heavily in your lower abdomen, and what answer would get you what you desperately needed all at once.

“He- he went fast! Please, please let me cum!” Tears were welling up in your eyes at this point, it practically hurt trying to ignore the overdue orgasm that was begging to be let go.

A deep, possessive grunt came from his chest, his fingers speeding up ever so slightly as he whispered, “Tell me I make you feel better than any of those other boys. Tell me this pussy is mine, and you can come.”

The effect all of James’ words had on you was almost laughable. He could say just about anything to you right now and it would only make your pussy clench tighter around his fingers. “James, God! It’s yours! It’s yours, only yours. Make me feel so good. Please, please, Sir, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum.”

The electricity that traveled through every nerve and neuron in your body, spreading from your core, through your limbs, and into your fingers and toes was other worldly. You thrashed against James’ tight grip on you as you rode through one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had- and you knew it would not be the final one of the night.

Giving you just a moment to catch your breath and float back down to earth, James took a step back from you, taking off his sweater and leaving only his rolled up button-up shirt. The way the fabric hugged his every muscle in his arms and abdomen left little to the imagination, but then again, so did this encounter.

Not wanting to appear ungrateful or as if you didn’t want to take anything any further, you also discarded your sweater and began to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs as James spoke up once again. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

Although his words were dominant and seductive as always, his tone was slightly softer. You knew this was him making sure you fully consented and that this is something you wanted first. He may have been fucking a woman 20 years younger than him but he wasn’t cruel.

Instead of answering him with words, as you knew he preferred, you instead fully kicked your jeans and panties off of your legs and opened them as you leaned back against the small desk that was previously beside you both.

With your legs spread and your pussy presented for open viewing to him, you looked him in the eyes and whispered, “Please. Please come fuck me, Sir.”

“Fuck,” He swore, and you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils double in size and a bit of drool form between his lips before he was ripping off his belt and rushing over to you, desperate to finally be inside of you as he wished he could have been months ago.

He knelt before you and licked a firm line up the center of your folds, coaxing a bolt of electricity to make its way through your core. Just as he was about to put his fingers back in, you spoke up. “Please, don’t need t’ be stretched out. I can take it. Please, please fuck me.”

You were practically crying at this point, never having experienced this intense desperation before. You swore if his cock wasn’t inside you in the next 30 seconds, you may pass out from the denial of your body’s cravings.

Normally, James would uphold his dominant persona and tease you about being such a slut and so desperate for his cock. However, with you on display so prettily for him and the slight sound of your wetness clenching around air, he was as much of a slave to his desires as you were.

He dropped his pants and boxers in one swift motion and lined up his cock with your entrance. “You ready, darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s going to hurt at first, let me know if we need to stop.”

James’ constant switching between a cold, controlling dominant and the sweet, loving person you had always known him to be had you nearly falling head over heels for him, even if it was just sexually and in the moment.

He pushed himself into you, and immediately his fingertips dug much too harshly into your hips, the tips of them turning white from how strong his grip was. You drank up the pain as if it were the first Butterbeer of Autumn, and reveled in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched in a way you never had before.

After a moment, you tapped his shoulder and croaked out a simple “Move, please.”

“Such nice manners, anything for you princess.” He slowly began to thrust in and out, trying his best to maintain control over himself as to not hurt you and end this fantasy early.

Your eyes shut and your mouth turned into a shape that resembled something between a moan and a grimace as you took in the burning of his thrusts. In the most complex terms your brain could fathom at the moment: it hurt so good.

The stretching and burning slowly started to subside into pleasure as his slow, controlled thrusts persisted, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“More,” you moaned out, your hands grasping tight around the back of his shoulders and your nails digging into the skin on his back. James let out an involuntary moan of relief as he was able to let down his guard of self-control and fuck you as he had always dreamed.

His thrusts immediately picked up in pace, and his cock brushed past your g-spot and slammed into your cervix repeatedly. The first time his cock hit your spongy cervix you let out a scream of both agonizing pain and please, which was instantly muffled by James’ large, calloused hand.

“Be fucking quiet, gonna let the whole fucking house know you’re a whore.”

The snide, dominant James that had dissappeared as your virginity was first being taken was back. His hand moved from your mouth to your throat and pinned you against the wall behind you, cutting off most of your air circulation.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking wet. So tight, fuck! This is my pussy.” He shoved his other hand deep into your throat, making you violently gag at the unexpected intrusion. As quickly as his fingers had appeared in your mouth, they had left, finding a new place on your clitoris. He harshly rubbed your clit back and forth with every fingertip on his right hand, and if it weren’t for the pressure against your windpipe and arteries preventing any noise (or air), you would have outright screamed.

“C-cum! cum, cum, cum…” was all you could manage to blubber out with the lack of air you had and the fog in your brain only growing thicker.

“Cum, angel. Make a mess.” Just as your climax was about to peak, James removed his hand from your throat. The rush of much needed air into your body combined with the endorphins that had flooded your nervous system like a dam break had your vision of James’ floppy hair and sweaty shoulder turn into green and black dots.

You snapped back into consciousness moments later, your eyes having trouble readjusting to light. Once your eyes refocused you looked down to where James’ cock was still brutally entering you and saw a clear, milky ish substance covering both of your lower halves.

James must have noticed your brief pause of confusion as he spoke up, “Y’ squirted. Who else can make you feel that fucking good? Who else can make a virgin squirt?”

One more rough thrust, once again, drew an immediate answer out of you.

“Nobody! Nobody else! You sir!”

He was beginning to get sloppy and his rhythm was no longer as precise, although the intensity of his thrusts never faltered. Honestly, they may have either increased or he had just fucked you to a point of painful sensitivity.

“M’ gonna cum,” he grunted, marveling at the continuation of your nails harshly running down the skin of his back.

“Not in me,” You quickly spoke. As much as you would have loved for James to claim you as his own, realistically it would be disastrous.

He harshly pulled out, and the loss of motion and stretch of your pussy made you let out a sharp, involuntary whine.

With two quick jerks of his fist, he came all over your lower belly and pubic mound, his semen mixing with the liquid from your earlier orgasm.

He collapsed back on top of you for a minute. You both just lay there, sweaty bodies intermingled, trying to catch your breath and make sense of what just occurred.

After a minute had past, James slowly stood up, reaching around for his glasses that had been discarded during sex without your noticing. Once he managed to feel for his glasses and put them on his face, he grabbed some sort of cloth that you didn’t care to decipher from the closet and gently wiped your abdomen and thighs clean from the cum that was beginning to dry and stick.

He cleaned himself up, pulling up his own boxers before putting your panties back up your legs. You deeply appreciated that he was taking a bit more care of you afterwards this time, as you don’t think you’d be able to successfully put everything back on in the state your body was in.

You were dazed off a bit, not really paying much attention to much else when you heard James let out a short string of profanities under his breath. You looked up to him, and then over to what his gaze was fixated on. In the mirror, you were both able to see the near gashes you left in his back with your nails.

“I’m really sorry…” you trailed off, looking down at your lap. The once confident composure you had built up during sex had vanished, and you were as shy and as embarrassed as you ever were around him.

“No, no, it’s hot! Just gotta figure out how to cover em up.” He reached for his wand that remained in the pocket of his jeans, crumpled up on the floor. With a spell you couldn’t quite decipher, the bright red, streaking marks had begun to heal themselves quickly. They turned a bright pink, an off white, and then faded back into his skin color all together.

“My neck… can you uh, can you do that for me?”

You turned your head to the side, giving him full exposure of the marks you were sure had already started turning various hues of purple. His chuckle threw you off guard, and your sudden confusion overpowered the embarrassment of looking him in the eyes. As you met his eyes, he smirked.

“No you keep those marks. Show those goddamn amateur boys what a real man did to you.”

Your mouth fell agape, perplexed by his audacity. If men have one thing, it really is the fucking audacity. “James! What if someone downstairs sees! They know my neck wasn’t covered in purple just an hour ago!”

His radiant smile and belly laugh only irritated you more as he grabbed a new sweater, the purpose of your trip to this room, from the closet and pulled your head through the hole of it. “Good thing you’re wearing a turtleneck then.” His beaming smirk made you roll your eyes, and you grabbed the jeans that had pooled below your feet and pulled them back up your legs, fumbling with the top button for just a moment.

“Asshole,” you muttered at a volume that you thought only you would be able to hear. Clearly that was not the case as James grabbed your shoulder harshly and pulled you towards him so his mouth was next to your ear again.

You prepared to have him scold you, or possible promise a further punishment, but he only slyly said, “We can explore that hole next time.” When he pulled away he winked at you, and while you pretended that the shudder that ran its way through you and shook your shoulders was one of annoyance, you both knew it was one of anticipation.

“You’ve ought to head down before me. We just had a long, very interesting conversation about my mother’s hobby of knitting sweaters, as far as anybody down there is concerned.” The easy smirk remained on his face, and it annoyed you beyond belief that he could just snap back to his usual self after doing such sinful and amazing things to, and with you.

You turned around, ready to leave him with a snarky comment of your own, until your own eyes met his big, puppy-dog brown ones. Despite the annoying, arrogant smirk, his eyes were kind and had you falling in love like a schoolgirl again, as you once had so many years ago.

“Kiss?” You measly asked, toying with the hem of your sweater in embarrassment. He smiled now instead of smirking and left a gentle, caring kiss on your lips, holding each side of your face gently in the hands that had just torn you apart.

You smiled and left the room with one last tap on your butt from James, silently closing the door behind you. As you made your way back to the room you all had been lounging in, you couldn’t contain the big, goofy grin that had etched its way onto your features.

You took your seat next to Hermione and Dean once again, trying your best to maintain your composure and act as if your virginity hadn’t just been taken by the man you dreamed about every night just moments ago.

“Y/N, what’s with the grin?” Harry asked, helping himself to some of the popcorn Lily must have brought up in addition to the food James had delivered.

“Your father told me a very interesting story about all the sweaters your… grandma, I think? used to make. It was sweet.”

He chuckled lightly, seeming to take your response without second guessing.

As the conversations continued and the fire dwindled, that blissed out, post-sex smile never left your face. And when James came to tell you all goodnight, he had a matching grin on his.

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[grippingbeskar]

ALSO i saw 💃🏻 15 and it would be criminal to not ask for that with matt 🙏🏼🤲🏼 please and thank u HEHEH luvyew

— u know i would write ANYTHING u asked. so here is this. inspired by that scene in dd bc i wanted to be karen so badddd dhfjejcjd if there’s any typos pls don’t look i tried to edit as best i can but i’m stupid okay.

—prompt:

💃 15. your heart is beating so fast right now

— warnings: swearing, slightly sexual but it’s matt and he’s a whore so what do u expect

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“I can play, technically. I just suck at it.” You yell at Matt over the music at Josie’s, and watch him sink the 8 ball for the third game in a row.

“Come on. No guys at college ever did the old ‘teach you to play pool’ trick on you?” You roll your eyes, and he laughs as if he knows you did it. 

“Boys were too busy banging their way through my dorm hallway, so I missed out on that formative experience.” Your mind drifts back to your college days, and all the nights spent with headphones on the loudest setting to drown out the moans of your roommates. “So, not only was I a loser in college, I’m a loser who can’t play pool.”

“So dramatic.” He taunts, moving his way around the table. He leaves the pool que where it was, and suddenly the room feels a whole lot smaller. When he finally reaches you, he squares his shoulders, tilting his head down so you can hear him. “Bend over the table.”

“Matthew! You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.” You jump back and he laughs, one hand brushing against your hip to encourage you back.

“Dramatic.” He drawls, and you roll your eyes again, but do what he says. You lean over the table, adjusting your pool que so it was facing the ball in the middle of the table. 

All of a sudden, you feel him pressed up behind you. You knew he was being deliberate, purposefully not pushing certain parts of himself into your nearly exposed ass, but it was enough that the warmth of his body almost absorbed into you, your entire being sparking with heat.  

His arms come around your head and rest along your arms, and he uses his hands to feel how you are holding the que, leaning forward a little more to feel where to ball is.

“A little lower, sweetheart.” His breath is hot against your neck, and you stay perfectly still, afraid of moving wrong. You let him guide you, shifting the stick where it’s meant to be. There was no way you would retain any information, but maybe that was an excuse to have him bend you over again. “There you go.”

“Do... do I hit it now?” You rasp, and you feel him laugh behind you. Feel it— the way his abs tense against your lower back, how his nose brushes against your neck as his head drops.

“Pull back... nice and slow.” He keeps his voice that low, gravelly tone and your toes inadvertently curl with the sound in your ear. “Elbow down.”

You almost forgot you actually had a task to do. You do as he says, and he hums in approval. His head drops again, feeling the ghost of his lips on your bare shoulder. The thin strap of your dress hides no skin from him, and one small, open mouthed kiss has you shuddering under him— putty in his hands.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” He kisses you again, a little higher up this time. “You concentrating?”

“Fuck no.” His lips curl upward, and one of his hands tap at your elbow to put it down again. You blink furiously, trying to see the ball through the red haze of lust clouding your vision. 

Then, in one smooth motion, he wraps his hands around your forearms and pushes you forward, the stick hitting the ball perfectly, and it rolls into the far corner hole without hesitation.

“Oh.” You say, completely unimpressed with sinking the ball, because now Matt has no reason to stay this close to you. He hasn’t moved yet though, just allowed you to stand up a little more comfortably. 

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He drags his hand from your wrist up slowly, leaving it wrapped around your upper arm and holding you close.

“Um— no. I think I’ll need you to show me again, though.”

“Yeah?” You were nodding furiously, gripping the pool que like a life raft. You heard him laugh over the music, head tipping back as you both moved around the table to hit the next ball. 

You spent most of the night like that, tangled up in each other under the guise of hitting a ball, and by the end of the night you were practically an expert, but you were still going to ask him to teach you again tomorrow.