#junior sawyer

[jojunior26]

I am so freaking tired!!

[dirtychainsawconfessions]

TCM3 Leatherface would've been a total DILF if they didn't make him a rapist

[lexyscross]

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to Wayne Bailey, Jim Hopper, Ash Williams, Junior Sawyer, Peter Ray, and Nathan Cross ONLY in this Horror Home! 🥰

[enjamin-the-benitor]

y’lost another one to the blinkie making infection 😔

[thatssomegoodsoup]

Hi! Could you do The Doctor x Reader where the Doctor turned the reader into a humanoid animatronic(?) toy when he was still Sawyer? Maybe they rejected him when they were human, found out about the experiments etc. I'll leave it up to you~

imagining so much angst for this one! (I might actually write a fic for once)

HARLEY SAWYER X READER FANFIC

CONTENT WARNING: death

Youu were first assigned to work with Harley Sawyer (to say this man was annoyed would be an understatement. He didn't want to work with anyone else). Eventually Sawyer warmed up to you, liking how well you contributed to his work. And soon, he caught himself catching feelings for you, and you caught feelings for him. You two would subtly flirt all the time during work.

And soon, due to your intellect, you climbed the ranks, from intern to researcher to junior researcher to senior researcher to second in command beside Sawyer.

And the more your rank grew, you more you learned about the experiments they were doing. The Bigger Bodies Initiative. And the more disgusted you became. They were using CHILDREN? The children they had said they would find loving homes for. They were using children to make monsters. And Harley Sawyer, your love, was at the front of it all.

To say the reader broke down would be an understatement. You had loved a monster all this time. You felt disgusted with yourself. With your job. With your feelings, your heart, everything. But, you still loved this man. So, you kept it down. But in the back of your mind, there was a voice saying you shouldn't love this man.

This voice made you become resentful. When he finally asked you out, you let everything out. You insulted him, called him a monster, and said you'd never date someone like him. This made him very angry. How DARE you reject him. You were HIS! HIS AND NOBODY ELSE'S! And you and Harley grew apart. Argument after argument. To be honest, he both hated and liked your new "feisty personality". Others saw you as a danger for how outspoken against the experiments you had become. Whispered threats were thrown around in the background. But Sawyer insisted that your knowledge was important. And it brought you some fear that Sawyer was the only reason you weren't ending up as food for an experiment or dead at the hands of a researcher or task force. I mean, he couldn't let the only one he loved die now, could he? He had to come up with another plan, before the others took matters into their own hands.

Meanwhile, you had your own plan. To save the orphans. To out Playtime Co as the monsters they truly were. But you were too late. As you went to leave the lab, to quit your job, to enact the first phase of your plan, Sawyer grabbed you and held you back, taunting you with "squirm all you want germ" and "you would be lucky to be with SOMEONE like me". He knocked you out, and made you into one of his experiments.

He made you into an animatronic version of yourself. To capture your beauty for all eternity. When you awoke, all you could feel was anger, and, in the back of your mind, heartbreak.

After the Day of Joy, you had made it your mission to find Harley and eliminate him. And you killed or hurt anyone else who stood in between you and him. You had become what you had sworn to destroy. A monster, fueled by anger, rage, and hatred.

Then came the day you finally made your way to him.

Needless to say.... you didn't stand a chance.

And as you laid dying in his robotic arms, you didn't feel....anger. You didn't feel the disgust at the actions of what he had done. You felt....regret. Guilt. A pang in your heart that you had only felt when you had started working at Playtime Co. alongside Dr.Sawyer.

And for the first time in a long time, you looked at Sawyer with something more than disgust and anger. You stared at him with love. As the light faded from your eyes, you reached for his cheek...well, the side of his TV, and smiled, your animatronic eyes betraying your current state; your eyes depicted peace and love. You watched as his eye slowly turned fearful. He gripped your animatronic form tighter, holding onto something so fragile. You fell limp, taking your final breath in his arms. And he held tighter.

The look of horror in his eye when you reacted with love instead of rage and fear for the first time in many years could not be described. He felt...sadness. Regret. Grief. For the first time in his life.

He sat there in shock for the longest time.

And then....willpower, longing, a strong desire, overtook his mind.

No. NO. He has to find a way to bring you back. He has to bring you back. He HAS TO. He will bring you back. He WILL bring you back. He WILL find a way.

"I will bring you back."

"My dear love."

"I don't care what it will cost me."

"This isn't how I'll let it end...."

I hope this was what you were expecting! I don't really write fics, I normally write....oneshots? Headcanons? But I saw the prompt and had to go for it! I'm honestly really proud of how this turned out.

credit for divider: @nicodefresas

[scorpioriesling]

Hear me out: (an x reader)

Liam, Ridoc and Dain.

Liam/Ridoc/Reader start with some #7 for celebrating.

Goes into a lil bit of #34 ofc cuz alcohol.

#34 plays into #13.

#13 turns into the other first year (whoever isn’t mackin on reader) doin a bit of #61.

Then Dain somehow catches them and they invite him in bc who doesn’t love a squad leader joining his fav first years ;)) with a bit of #68. He’s hesitant but he secretly loves it sooo.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. :)

Life Of The Party

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Pairing(s): Modern!Liam x Ridoc x Dain x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, smut

Summary: When attending a sorority party with your two roommates, you never imagined anything could go wrong -- but, how could it be so wrong if it felt so right?

SR’s Note: You guys are HUNGRY for these foursomes lmaoooo I love it. This is my first ever story with Dain... oof, let's see how that goes. I did change up a little, making it more of a modern-college-frat-roomie situation, and Y/N is in her sophomore year with Liam and Ridoc (let's pretend, here) while Dain is in his junior year. Other than that, enjoy some more smut involving our favorite men (; This uses prompts #7, #13, #34, #61, and #68! This is long, and took 3 days to write -- but on God, it might be one of my favorites of all time.

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Y/N, I already told you -- I do not want to go to Violet's party-"

"Oh come onnnn," you whined, sporting a pouty face when Liam frowned at you. "She's our friend, and it'll be really fun!"

Your tone isn't convincing enough.

"I just don't want to go through an entire night watching her and Xaden eat eachother alive-"

"Woah!" Ridoc exclaims, waltzing into the kitchen lazily. He scratched at his tousled hair, his eyes still widening from his slumber. "Who's eating who?"

Liam chuckled at your shared roomate, but you only rolled your eyes.

"Violet is throwing another party tonight," you explained, hoping that the mention of your shared friend would pique Ridoc's interest. "She said it's some kind of fundraiser for her sorority-"

"Ooh, yeah. Uh. I'm out." Ridoc holds up both hands in surrender, and you huff.

"What is it with you two and not wanting to go tonight?" You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's a party, for Christ's sakes -- I figured you of all people wouldn't want to miss that," you accuse, your eyes slicing to Ridoc.

"And you," you continue, zeroing in on Liam. "... wouldn't miss the chance to see your best friend. Isn't it obvious that Xaden will be there?"

Liam shrugs, his eyebrows raising as if he's considering the invitation.

"Yeah, he'll be there -- those two are connected at the hip," Ridoc starts.

"They're connected in more places than just that-"

"Ew!" You shout, covering your face with your hands. "Liam, that's disgusting."

Him and Ridoc howl in laughter as you work to get the mental image of your friend and her boyfriend being... well, connected.

"Anyways," Ridoc says, working to control his breathing. "What I was saying was that if Xaden is there, so is the rest of his frat." He shrugs as though he'd made up his mind.

"And, what's the problem with that?" You ask, brow raised. Before Ridoc can respond, Liam answers for him.

"You know those guys, Y/N -- the short one that tries to be everybody's friend... well, he's okay I guess."

"Sawyer?"

Liam nods. "Yeah, hes fine -- but the other ones, I mean... Bodhi, that freshman Aaric," he grimaces. "Their new VP? What's his name?"

"Dain." Ridoc says flatly, and Liam snaps his fingers before pointing at him.

"Right! Yeah, him." You huff a short laugh.

"I've never even met the guy before, what could be so-"

"Everything, Y/N." Ridoc responds lowly. "Everything, is so wrong with the guy."

You roll your eyes for what felt like the millionth time this evening.

"He isn't just the VP for their frat, ya know." Liam continues, and you slide your gaze to him. "He's the top of their class, apparently he's being considered for the class president role-"

"Okay, how do I not even know who we're talking about?" You ask.

Ridoc holds a flat hand just above his head. "About, this tall? Brown hair, tan-ish guy... I'm sure you've seen him around," he explains. You rack your brain, trying to think of anyone you'd seen on campus with that description. No one was coming to mind, which was concerning since you were sure you'd know someone just a year older than you with that kind of title.

"I don't know," you give up, and Ridoc drops his hand. "I thought their class president title was given to Imogen, anyway?"

Liam shakes his head.

"Nah, they wanted that asshole over her I guess." Ridoc remarks.

You frown. "What is it with this guy that you guys dislike so much?"

They both start talking at once.

Overbearing.

Controlling.

Know-it-all.

Entitled.

Douchey.

"Alright, alright -- I got it," you hold your hands up. "So what, this one person you don't like will be there, big deal."

"Big deal?" Ridoc's voice pitches. "This guy was the one responsible for Halloween last year -- and you remember how long it took us to clean all that up."

Your mind flashed to the memory. Your two roomates didn't live in a house with their fraternity, in fact, they didn't even really have one. Nonetheless, the Halloween prank war between all the fraternities didn't quite go in their favor last year...

...let's just say, they spent more time in the bathroom than you did for the following month. And your shower smelt heavily of eggs and fish.

"Waa waa, so what." You shrugged, and they both looked at you incredulously. "Is it so hard to ignore him? You both know we should be there to support Vi," you try reasoning with them. Liam sighs, running a hand over his face before looking at you solemnly.

"This is her first fundraiser, and she really wants us there."

Ridoc huffs, scratching his post-nap hair again.

"You know Jesinia will be there..." you tease quietly, and Liam's eyebrows raise.

"I'm in," he says immediately, and Ridoc scoffs.

"Dude -- you won't even talk to her until you're two beers in," he says, and Liam rolls his eyes.

"So? It is a party, won't they have-"

"No dude -- it's a fundraiser," Ridoc says slowly. "They won't provide any alcohol, since they're hosting. Sorority rules." He shrugs, and Liam groans.

"Okay -- just hear me out," you say, walking toward the fridge. You open it silently, and gesture to the half-empty boxes of various alcoholic beverages inside. Ridoc shakes his head, and Liam seems to weigh his options.

You stare pleadingly at the pair before Ridoc speaks again.

"Fine. We'll go. Only on one condition. We get plastered first."

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You stumbled out the front door, following after your friends as you headed for the sidewalk. Liam said something ahead of you, and Ridoc let out a rediculous laugh.

"W-what... are you guys talking about?" You grinned, and Liam looked over his shoulder at you.

Ridoc let out another chuckle, and the two of them glanced at eachother.

"Nothing, nothing." He mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

"You know, if Rhi were here, she'd torture the answer out of the both of you." Rhiannon, your third roomate, who was conveniently out of town this weekend visiting her family.

"Good thing she isn't," Ridoc says, tossing an arm around your shoulders. "You're stuck with us this weekend."

You look sidelong at him, giggling at the pink staining his cheeks. He'd chugged three Nutrls before you left, and Liam was in fact already twp beers in -- he shouldn't have any problem talking to his crush.

"Damn! She really decked the place out!"

Ridoc's voice faded as the three of you stalked closer to the soririty house, the music blasting through the wide-open front door. People loitered in the front lawn, enjoying their filled solo-cups while enjoying the nice weather and setting sun.

"Hey, I thought you said no alcohol?"

Ridoc shrugged at Liam's question as you crossed the street, making your way up the stone steps to the front door.

"Maybe it's soda."

A girl to your right laughed loudly, tripping over her own feet as she worked to regain her balance -- using the arm of male next to her, of course. Liam turned sharply, chuckling at his friend's incinuation.

"I can guarantee you... it isn't water, in those cups."

Once crossing through the doorway, you look around in amazement. Purple streamers, multicolored balloons, and silver glitter adorned the high ceilings and grand staircase of the sorority house. It looked like Elle Woods just threw up on the damned place -- if Elle Woods didn't wear pink, anyway.

"Guys!" You heard the familiar shriek of excitement, and you turned to see Violet bounding over to the three of you. She threw her arms around you, and you embraced her right back.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" She looks to Liam, giving him a warm smile.

"Wouldn't miss it," Ridoc says sarcastically, and you elbow him in the ribs. Violet didn't seem to catch his tone.

"So -- what do ya think?" She asks, gesturing to the decorations and the people mingling under them. Liam nods, his eyes peering through the crowd surely in search of the brunette he fancied.

"It's... it's so cute, Vi. You did great," you muster, the effects of the single White Claw lightly clouding your brain. She looks to you again, her eyes wide.

"Can you tell what the theme is?" She asks, and you look around quickly. With all the random decorations, the mix of colors... you spot a blown up plastic snake in the corner, that looked similar to a pool floatie. Shake It Off blaring over the speakers didn't really help your mental state, either.

"Uhh... Taylor Swift?" You guessed. She laughed, tossing her head back.

"No! Silly," she mused, her words dripping with the effects of a drink or two herself. "It's Greek Mythology -- you know, because sororities are, greek?" She shrugs, and you paste on a knowing expression.

"Right! Right, I totally see it now." You didn't see it at all.

She pointed to the snake balloon. "See, this one is like that one goddess with the snake hair, and," she takes ahold of your arm, guiding you further into the foyer. You toss Ridoc an apologetic look, but he only chuckles at your predicament.

"...and I did purple for like, Atremis, ya know... oh, and the silver glitter for like, magic or whatever." You nod as though you understood her reasoning. Was she intoxicated when she came up with this plan?

She lead you into the kitchen, where you were greeted by more familiar faces. She eventually dropped her arm, rushing over to the back door as her boyfriend waltzed in, his posse behind him.

"Babe!" She squealed, running to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. You continued your conversation with Cat, another one of Violet's sorority sisters -- but your attention began to waver as each member of Xaden's frat followed through the door behind him.

Bodhi, of course, walked in and had girls flocking him immediately -- his polite smile and kind eyes were vaguely similar to his cousin's. Aaric, the freshman, followed after; he looked sky, but cute nonetheless.

And then... holy shit.

It may have been the most beautiful man you'd ever seen.

"Yeah, so anyways -- Vi wants me at the booth out back, I'll catch ya later?"

You shake your head, trying to refocus on Cat as she left the kitchen island.

"Yeah... I'll... see ya..."

Fuck.

His toned arms were sun-kissed beneath the thin material of his tank, the clean white of the material only enhancing the contrast between skin and clothing. His hair looked so soft, swooping to the side and revealing his deep brown eyes--

"Might want to close your mouth, Y/N; you'll catch a fly."

You glare over your shoulder, Ridoc's body approaching behind you. You heard his mocking tone before you saw him, walking over with two pink cups in his hands.

"I wasn't..." you start to protest, and he reaches around you to put one in your hand. You swish the liquid around, discerning what he'd just handed you. Water.

"Oh for the love of God -- do not tell me you were seriously checking out--"

You ushed back against him, craning your neck as you held the back of your hand to his lips.

"Shh!"

He leaned in, taking your hand in his as he moved your arm back down to your side. His lips tickled as he spoke softly against your ear, his voice low.

"...Dain, Aetos."

You huffed, lifting the cup to your lips as Ridoc moved behind you, opting to sit on a clear space of countertop as he looked to you quizzically. You took a large gulp, the refreshing feeling a welcome one as opposed to the burn of the alcohol you'd consumed earlier.

"So?" You shrugged, and Ridoc shook his head slowly. "So what if I was?"

He chuckled, pincing the bridge of his nose.

"Just know, I wish you all the luck, Y/N." He says, his tone resigned. You roll your eyes, walking over to stand between his knees. He stares down at you, raising a single eyebrow.

"I don't need, your luck, Ridoc," you say, and his thumb and forefinger lightly grip your chin.

"You don't need, that," he says the word as though its poisonous, glancing toward Dain again. Your eyes follow, watching as he greets a few girls on his way through.

You look back up at your dark-haired friend, your eyes catching on a few strands that fall across his forehead.

"You have no idea, what I need."

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It'd been a pathetic hour that you roamed the house, talking with friends as you searched for Liam. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a orangey glow throughout the mansion. You dodged person after person, scanning for a certain face you were sure you wouldn't forget.

Did you want to run into him? Oh, yes. But what would you even say?

The thought made your stomach churn.

A stranger to your right brushed past you, uttering a giggly apology as htey continued on their way. Many of the partygoers seemed... more than happy, at that. Where were these people getting the goods?

"In the back!" Violet's voice rang through the hallway, her sing-songy tone ushering people outside. "The booth is in the backyard -- only a dollar!" She called, her face coming into view as more people filed through the kitchen and out into the sun.

She grasped her arm when she found you, her eyes glazed. Her brow furrowed as she looked down at your cup, noticing the emptiness of it.

"You don't look like you're having enough fun," she comments, and you shrug.

"It's a great fundraiser, Vi," you assure her, and she chuckles.

"Wanna drink?"

Now it's your turn to frown in confusion.

"I thought you weren't allowed-"

"We're not," she cuts you off. "But Xaden's frat brought a bunch of coolers -- they're in the back," she shrugs, and your face falls. This entire time, you could've been enjoying yourself more, and didn't know it?

She pats your arm once, then rushes off, ushering more people to the backyard. You round the corner and find Liam in the study, his unmistakable blonde hair glinting with the setting sun. Beside him stood Jesinia, smiling politely at something he was saying.

You didn't want to intrude, but... the girl looked like she might be grateful for it.

"Where the Hell did you get that?" You asked, looking at the Coors Light bottle in Liam's hand. He looked to you, a flash of annoyance and... something else crossing over his face before he answered.

Jesinia beat him to the punch, pointing at the door through the kitchen toward the backyard.

"Xaden and his bros brought them in," he said with a chuckle, glancing down at the poor girl when she didn't laugh with him. You swore, his dorkiness could only go so far -- and this, this was proof.

"Right," you said slowly, glancing over your shoulder and doing a double take when you watched a familiar white tank top saunter through the open door. Liam laughed, lightly shoving your shoulder.

"Hmmm, I see she's taken a liking to Dain Aetos," he dawls, and you glare at him. Jesinia only shrugs, chuckling as you smile knowingly at her.

The three of you are interrupted as a strawberry blonde approaches, leaning into the doorframe as he stares directly at Jesinia.

"Hey, Jes -- play flip cup with me?" He asks, and her cheeks pinken at his request. Nonetheless, she gives Liam a polite nod before joining the new male, leaving the two of you in the study.

Liam tips his bottle back as he watches her walk away, the guy's hand resting on her lower back.

You glance up at him, and he only shakes his head lowly.

"Fucking Sawyer," he grumbles. "Maybe I don't like the guy much."

You place a comforting hand on his upper back, rubbing back in forth comfortingly. His back muscles flex beneath the thin fabric of his black tee, and he looses a long breath.

"Come onnnn; let's go get you a drink."

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You'd managed to snag and finish two more drinks before Ridoc caught up with you again -- all the while, avoiding Dain.

"Make a move on your new little crush yet?" Ridoc taunts, and you smack his shoulder.

"No," you say assertively, and he grins down at you.

"She's being a chicken." Liam says, glancing around the full yard over the rim of his cup. You glower at him.

"I am not -- I just... would rather have better conditions to meet him for the first time." Your cheeks flush. A cropped graphic tee and jean shorts didn't exactly scream "fuck me, please"!

Ridoc snorts. "Like, what, in a wedding dress?"

Liam laughs, Ridoc following right along. You roll your eyes in annoyance.

"Why don't you guys leave me alone? Go figure out what those tables are for or something." Their eyes catch on the long white pop-up tables, adorned with a pie at every folding chair. Liam shrugs, tossing his can in a nearby bin before heading that way.

You thank God when Ridoc follows.

"Y/N!"

You hear Imogen's voice over the crowd, and your eyes search for her bright pink hair. When you find it, you start making your way toward her -- next to the kissing booth.

"Listen, Gen, I understand why, but, I'm straight."

She laughs, leaning against the wooden frame that Cat sits behind. She looks miserable, biting on the edge of her solo cup as she sits there.

"No no, not for me," Imogen assures, gesturing to Cat. "My friend here hasn't peed in two hours, andddd since I can't find the other girls, I was hoping maybe you could cover?"

Your brows shoot up, and Cat widens her eyes.

"Please, Y/N -- just for a minute, I really gotta go," she pleads. You look around the backyard, searching from person to person.

You try to ignore the way Dain's muscles flex when he tosses a beanbag.

"Why can't Sloane do it?" You point to the freshman, standing shyly near the entryway to the kitchen.

"Because freshman aren't allowed to run the booths," Imogen says sternly. The idea of sitting here, waiting for some gross guy to come up and pay for a kiss? Gross.

You glance to her again. "Why not Vi?"

Imogen snorts. "Really? You think Xaden Riorson is letting any other man put his mouth on her?"

You shrug in agreement. "Why not you, then?"

She levels a hard stare at you. "I've already done my time with fundraiser booths. No thanks."

You huff. "I'm not even in this sorority-"

"Pleeease," Cat begs, her eyes as round as saucers. "It's just a few minutes, and I've barely had anyone all night." She assures, and you groan in defeat.

"Ughhh, fine." She excitedly slips from behind the booth, and you shuffle to take her spot. She scurries toward the house, and Imogen slaps a hand on the wooden frame once.

"It'll be fine," she reassures. "I think Cat's only made like, five bucks all night."

You sigh, glancing out at the lively scene around you. You spot Ridoc in his red jacket, talking with a redhead near the pie table. Liam is near the cooler again, rummaging through for surely another beer.

"Are you open?"

Your gaze fixes on the male before you, and your breath catches in your throat.

You open your mouth to answer, but it just hangs open. No sound comes out.

"It's... one dollar right?" Dain asks, sitting on the short stool on the other side of the booth. You force your mouth closed -- don't want to catch a fly, right? -- and nod, swallowing hard.

Dain nods once, a light smile playing on his lips as he tears his gaze from yours and moves to take out his wallet. He rifles through it, his long fingers filing between receipts, cards...

Ugh, his hands.

"Shoot, well, I only have a five," he says, his gaze finding yours again. He pulls it free handing it to you. You take it, glancing at the money jar behind the counter to find only a couple of bucks.

"I-I don't have, change," you stutter, and he chuckles.

"Guess I'll just have to redeem all five then — your boyfriend isn’t mad that you’re doing this?”

Your brows knit, and fully furrow when Dain motions to Ridoc.

“He’s absolutely not my boyfriend.” You scoff.

Dain grins.

“Good.”

He leans in immediately, pressing his lips to yours. You don't have time to react as his mouth moves against yours, the kiss feeling like five minutes and only thirty seconds at the same time. When he pulls back, he smiles at you -- his teeth impossibly white.

You blush as he pushes a hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"Four more to go."

You nod, a dorkish grin spreading across your face as he stands. He licks his bottom lip, waving to someone behind him as they call him over. He leans in one more time, speaking while staring you right in the eyes.

"But, we have all night."

With that, he grins and walks off, leaving you flustered and hot and ... everything, all at once. Your chest heaves, the weight of what just happened settling in.

You look across the yard, realizing everyone also just saw that happen.

But, no matter where you look, you only find one pair of deep brown eyes glaring back at you.

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"Pie time!"

Violet annouces with a clap of her hands, and the crowd gathers before the tables as men from Xaden's frat take their seats.

"I mean, I'm glad you like someone but... him?" Ridoc chastizes, shaking his head as the two of you join the herd.

You scoff. "Ridoc, what is this obsession over Dain Aetos? I mean, really." You ask, and he takes a long swig from his can.

"The guy is just an ass, and thinks he's better than everyone. At everything."

"One more spot!" Xaden calls, motioning to the chair before him. "Somebody come claim it! Only five bucks!"

"And that bothers you...?" You continue, watching as Ridoc's face shifts into a mask of cool calm.

"It bothers me because he isn't better. At anything." He hands you his canister, breaking through the crowd as he makes way for the table. He holds up a $5 bill.

"Ridoc! What are you-"

"I'll take it," he annouces, reveling in a the cheers sounding around him. You shake your head, watching as Xaden takes his cash and then ties his hands behind his back. He smiles cheekily at you, and the male sitting next to him follows his line of sight.

That's when Dain Aetos' eyes meet yours once more.

"3...2...1... go!"

The thoughts that filled your mind were... unholy.

Your eyes were glued to Dain, watching as his face devoured the pie before him. His tongue, stained by the red berries inside, swooped out and into the pie as he feasted on it, licking around the indention he'd made with his teeth.

Gods, his lips had tasted good. Better yet, he still had four more this evening to go.

In your hazy, lust-stricken gaze, you found yourself almost distracted, your eyes catching on the dark head of hair next to the handsome male.

Your mouth watered more, despite your inner protests.

Ridoc was your friend, one of the best at that -- however, your mind began to race watching him nise-deep in the pie tin. The obscene sounds of slurping and sucking didn't help either.

Mental images raced through your head, each one sending more and more flurries through your lower stomach.

Ridoc's lips on yours.

The feeling of Dain's hands on your body while you kissed.

Ridoc over top of you, kissing over your neck and chest.

Dain pulling down your soaking panties.

Ridoc sliding his rough fingers into your wet cunt.

Dain's tongue on your clit as he ate you out.

Ridoc's forearm across your waist, holding you down as you cried out for him-

"Y/N!"

You snapped out of your daze, realizing how far you'd gone into it. Your best friend appeared before you, his shit-eating grin telling you all you needed to know.

"I won, Y/N! I told ya I could," he smirks, his mouth stained a deep pink. You chuckle, watchign as he wiped his lips across the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Proud of you," you tease, and he slings an arm over your shoulders. His scent of freshwater and sage wafted in -- you'd never pondered how good he smelled.

"Let's get you another drink, to celebrate."

* ✧･ﾟ: *

You were happy to blame the alcohol for the situation you were in.

Somehow, Violet had convinced you to join the large group game called Medusa -- one you'd never played before. However, all the singles were urged to play and had to pay $1 for what Violet was selling as "the luckiest 10 rounds of your life".

You weren't too sure of that.

The game was simple; every one closed their eyes, and when Violet shouted Medusa, you opened them and looked at another person in the circle. If you locked eyes, you had to kiss -- if the person was not looking at you and instead looking at someone else, you simply waited for the next round.

"Okay everyone, eyes closed!"

Violet of course, wouldn't be participating.

"Medusa!"

You warily opened your eyes, your gaze locking on Imogen. She was looking elsewhere, and somehow, no one locked eyes this round.

"Ooh, okay," Violet mused. "9 rounds left. Eyes closed!"

You obeyed, waiting for her call. Ridoc squirmed beside you, and you huffed in irritation.

Irritation for his movements, and potentially because a certain third year was not participating also.

"Medusa!"

You'd gone three more rounds after that, and by round five someone finally made eye contact with another person. In round eight, Cat and Aaric looked at eachother before he leaned in, pressing his lips to her quickly.

"One I didn't have to pay you for," he smirked, and Cat shoved his shoulder.

"Hush it, freshman."

The next round, your eyes found Liam -- he of course, was not looking at you. You followed his line of sight, straight to Jesinia of course.

But, she was looking at Sawyer.

And he, was looking at her.

The redhead smiled, leaning in and kissing the brunette as though he'd done so a million times. Liam's gaze grew cold, his brows furrowing as he gripped his beer tighter. You wished you could do something, make him feel better some how-

"Eyes closed! Last round!"

You closed your eyes, Ridoc sucking in a breath as he took in his friend's angered expression.

"Medusa!"

You felt Ridoc's eyes on you, burning into the side of your head -- however, your gaze was locked squarely on Liam.

And his, hard and vengeful, was looking right back at you.

Violet gasped, but Liam didn't say a word. In fact, he made a show of standing and walking over to you, not even daring to look sidelong at his crush.

When he was within mere inches of your face, he kneeled, pressing his torso between your parted thighs as you sat helplessly on the plastic folding chair.

"Liam, you don't have to-"

His lips crush yours in an instant, his mouth moving furiously with yours. The taste of his drink felt good on your mouth, even better when he slid his tongue past the seam of your lips. You nearly groaned when his hands found your cheeks, cupping your face with his caring touch so at odds with the way he was practically devouring you-

"Alright, alright. Damn."

Liam pulled away, his darkened blue irises peering up at you from the floor. You grinned, enjoying the view of his handsome face as well as the lingering feel of his mouth on yours. He chuckled, his hands falling from their position as Ridoc continued his brooding beside you.

"He didn't have to," Violet teased. "But, I think he wanted to." She giggled.

Yeah, you'd definately be blaming the alcohol tonight.

* ✧･ﾟ: *

10:07.

How was it already 10 o'clock at night?

You tipped back your cup, welcoming the water into your system once more. You were listening to Sloane, another freshman, drone on about her classes this semester as you worked to regain some sort of control over your body and mind.

The reminders of the last game you'd played though -- you couldn't surpress those.

It was wrong, thinking of your long time friend and roomate in such a way. Never had you been attracted to that blonde head before, but... tonight...

Shit.

"Hey, I'm gonna go grab another box of the Coors!"

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, watching as the third year made his way toward the front door. You felt bad, abandoning Sloane this way, however... you wanted to follow him. You wanted to, but didn't at the same time.

You cut the blonde freshman off with a quick, drunken hug.

"Hey, I'll be right back, I'm so sorry-"

She shook her head, smiling at you.

"Go! Go, I'll catch up with you later."

You gave her a hazy smile before walking (as straight and fast as possible) up to and out of the front door, your eyes scanning the front lawn for that white tank.

Sure enough, there he was -- braced against the side of a huge black truck, reaching into the bed in search of more alcohol.

Bingo.

You walked over, coughing once and working to mask your face in cool indifference.

"Use some help?"

He turned at the sound of your voice, a smile instantly curling his lips.

"From a pretty girl like you?" He hopped off the back, abandoning the beer on the grass as he looked to you. "Anytime."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and he leaned against the side of the Ram.

"Do you have more you need me to-"

"Nah," he said, inching closer to you. His arms crossed over his chest, and you stared up into his deep brown eyes.

"I'd rather just take a minute and... talk,"

You arched a brow, offering to answer whatever he wanted to inquire about. It felt so natural, your conversation coming so easy with him -- that was, until Bodhi appeared in the front door and called to him.

"Dain! Beer? C'mon man," he shouted, and Dain waved him off.

"Guess I should probably take this back inside," he chuckled, leaning to reach for the heavy box. You absentmindedly reached for his arm, your hand bracing against his bicep.

He looked up, your pleading eyes on his face.

"Wait," you said, and he straightened. A small smirk tugged the corner of his lips up, and he stepped closer to you. So close, your chests touched.

"Hm?" He asked, his right hand slowly finding its way to your waist.

"I... uh," you stuttered. "You have four more left to-"

He pulled your waist to his, cutting you off with a kiss to your lips. Your breath hitched, drinking in every inch of his toned body pressed against yours. Both hands now rested on your hips, and your arms tangled around his neck to pull his mouth to yours. He broke away only for a moment, smiling down at you.

"Three."

He kissed you again, harder this time. His lips slid across yours, the sweet taste of whiskey rolling off his mouth and onto yours.

"Two."

You whimpered, parting your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth. He squeezed the exposed skin of your waist, groaning into your mouth as his hardening length made its presence known as it pressed against you.

"One."

He whispered the last word, not going in for more this time. You sighed, looking up at him.

"C'mon," you pleaded. "You still have one left-"

"I'm saving it," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I want to use it later."

He said it with such sincerity, the soft gaze sweeping over your face that you wished it were later already.

Oh God...

Your pussy clenched at the thought.

"I don't know how we've never met before," he started, shaking his head at you. "You're... not like, anyone I know."

You blushed again, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth.

"Well, I am a sophomore-"

His hands were off of your hips, sliding slowly down as his face fell.

"Wait -- what?"

"Your brow furrowed in confusion.

"What?" You asked. "Is that, an issue?"

He huffed a short sarcastic laugh.

"Uh, yeah," he said, staring at you as he backed up a step. "I'm... I mean, I'm the head of my class, and with the frat -- you know we're not allowed to get involved with girls outside our year."

You rolled your eyes.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

He picked up the box, heaving it onto his shoulder.

"Maybe, but it's the rules."

He started toward the house, and you followed behind -- your steps shaky with the aftereffects of the alcohol. Your head swam, thinking of any way that this situation could be worked around.

"Then why do Xaden and Violet get to be together?"

He sighed, slowing to walk beside you again.

"Because, he's the head of our frat. He doesn't have to follow the rules." He shrugged. "And, quite frankly, as his second in command, I'm more in charge of keeping freshman and sophomores in line anyways."

Your brow furrowed as you approached the front door.

"If you're the VP, why do you have to-"

"Because it's the rules, Y/N."

He walked inside, the light from the mansion bending around his tall frame. Anger welled inside of you -- what a stupid regulation they had. What did it matter to anyone that he was involved with someone only a year younger?

No matter the frustration, your heart still skipped a beat as you though of his touch once more.

* ✧･ﾟ: *

Your mind was a blur as you waded through the crowd in search of your roomates. You thought you spotted Liam, but realized it likely wasn't him. He was probably off brooding somewhere, you were sure. After all, you had passed Jesinia and Sawyer in the study, their mouths in a tango.

God, he was probably pissed.

Finally, Ridoc's familiar red jacket came into view across the yard as he stood talking with a few guys before a bonfire. You reached a hand up, preparing to wave him over.

"Ridoc! Hey-"

Your call was cut off by a gasp. Cold, fermented liquid doused the front of your shirt -- and a freshman girl stood before you in shock.

"Oh my God!" She squeaked. "I'm so sorry, I-"

You held up a hand, your lips pressed into a tight line.

"It's fine." You said, your words short and temper even shorter. Partygoers around you stopped to gawk, staring straight at your chest as the pink liquid soaked through the white fabric. You turned on your heel, embarassment creeping its way up your neck and across your cheeks as you stomped toward the house once more.

You'd ignored the sound of your name behind you, not even stopping to look as you angrily bounded up the stairs and made way for the upstairs bathroom.

The exhaustion of the night weighed heavily on you, and you really just felt like going home at this point -- but door after door, you grew increasingly frustrated as the bathroom was not where you remembered it to be from last time.

You groaned, angry tears pricking your eyes as a couple of seniors walked out of an empty bedroom, glancing pitifully at the front of your favorite tee. You turned around in frustration, the never-ending hallway not yeilding any sort of washroom.

Just then, an iron-grip closed around your arm and yanked you into the vacant bedroom.

* ✧･ﾟ: *

"Here," Ridoc said kindly, pulling you through the door and guiding you to sit on the bed. You obeyed, sitting on the plush mattress and glancing around the rather bare sleeping quarters. He moved before you, unzipping his jacket.

"How did you know this was vancant?" You asked, and he slid the material over his shoulders. His tan skin poked out beneath his own gray t-shirt, the arm holes straining around his biceps.

You tried not to stare.

He chuckled, his fingers hooking under the hem.

"Let's just say... I've been in here before," he winked, lifting his arms over his head and taking his shirt with them.

Holy fuck.

His abs flexed, the tattoos along his left side swirling over his hardened muscle. He sighed as he pulled the shirt completely off, balling it in his hand and extending it to you.

"Here," he said softly, his expression full of concern and ... something else. You silently took it from him, and he breathed deep before settling on his knees between your legs.

Just like Liam had.

No, you scolded yourself. Stop that.

You sat silently, staring down at the floor as he inched closer. His fingers reached for the edge of your own ruined shirt, his eyes asking permission before you nodded.

Yes. Please.

He slowly lifted your shirt, gently pulling it over your head as he sucked in a harsh breath. Goosebumps erupted over your skin, the cool night air coming in from the open window mixed with the way his eyes roved over your exposed top.

Your nipples hardened beneath your lacy bra.

His face inched closer to yours, his right hand pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I kiss you right now?"

His question came out strained, his voice gravelly as though he was holding back. Your eyes met his, ablaze with a fiery lust you'd never quite seen before.

You answered wordlessly again, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth as you nodded your reply.

Yes.

He pressed his lips against yours, the touch so gentle and at odds with his usually overecstatic, joyous attitude.

Neither of you moved, his lips stayed on yours and yours stayed on his. You reveled in the feeling, replaying every time you'd thought about this very inappropriate, very sinful thing.

Every time he left the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

Every time he came home late, spending the evening with yet another female.

Every time he cooked breakfast shirtless.

Your panties grew wetter.

He breathed in deep, pressing up onto his knees to kiss you deeper. You leaned back slightly as his hands found the small of your back, pulling you into him as he finally continued the kiss. His soft lips glided on top of yours, the remaining taste of the sweet pie on his mouth a warm welcome.

Just when he swiped his tongue over your lower lip, asking for entrance did you pull back. Your eyes were wild when they met his.

"Ridoc... we can't, this... this is so wrong."

A look of defeat flashed in his eyes before being quickly replaced with something else. His hands caressed your skin, rubbing small circles on your back as he hovered closely to you.

"It doesn't feel wrong to me," he admits, his voice low.

You sigh, your hands draped over his shoulders.

"Tomorrow will be one Hell of a morning-after," you suggest, and he grins.

"I don't care. I'd take a million hellish morning-after's just to do this."

When his lips found yours again, it wasn't soft. It wasn't nice.

It was hungry.

Your hands tangled in his hair, and he groaned when you tugged lightly on it. Your hips moved along the edge of the bed, the growing ache in your lower belly near unbearable as his mouth continued to assault yours.

He seemed to take the hint, one hand moving from your back to press against the fabric of your jean shorts. He rubbed back and forth, his strong fingers pressing into your most sensitive spot.

You didn't care that the window was open. You didn't care that the door was unlocked. You moaned loud, the feeling sending what felt like champagne bubbles right up to your brain.

"Ridoc," you panted, grinding your hips into his touch. "More."

That's all it took.

He pushed you back onto the bed, laying you flat across the plush duvet as he rose, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off along with his shoes. He worked on you next, unzipping your shorts and then hooking his fingers through your beltloops, removing the garment in less than a minute.

"Please," you begged, and he chuckled darkly at you.

"Don't beg," he teased, settling on his knees once more. His breath was warm against your thighs, but his touch was cold as he placed a small kiss to the inside of your left one. "Not yet."

Your mind flashed back to the pie contest, his face smeared with the berry filling, the sounds he made as he ate--

None of that, compared to this.

"Oh my God," you squeaked, your hand finding a fistful of his hair as he licked up your folds. His tongue worked, swirling mercilessly through your folds as you clenched around nothing. You sucked in breath after breath, your head falling back in pleasure as he continued eating you out. The way his lips roved and sucked, his nose nudging your clit with the movement; fuck, it was electrifying.

Your gaze lifted as you heard the doorknob turning, a jolt of fear running through you. Ridoc only paused a moment, looking over his shoulder as the door opened slightly. Your eyes met the wide blue ones you were so familiar with, and his jaw dropped.

"What the fuck-" he muttered, unable to tear his gaze away from your body. He unashamedly looked you over, not moving into or out of the room.

"Liam, please-"

You were cut off with a whine as Ridoc shoved his forefinger and middle inside of you, your face contorting in pleasure. He smirked, looking at his friend once more.

"Ahhh, come on man -- you know you don't want to go back downstairs."

Liam watched, looking almost horrified as Ridoc continued fingering you. The small squeaks coming from you must have propelled him inside, as he quickly crossed the entrance and shut the door. He sat down his glass on the nightstand, his eyes taking in the scene before him.

Ridoc set a punishing pace, curling his fingers inside of you every time he pulled out and re-inserted them.

"Oh God," you whined, and Liam quietly walked around the other side of the bed. He sat behind you, awkwardly for a moment, just watching. Your fingers found your nipples, pinching hard as you toyed with your boobs in front of the two men.

"Seems like you have a little problem," Ridoc taunted, and you arched off the bed a bit. Your gaze foudn Liam sitting behind you, upside down, yes, but you didn't miss the tent in his pants.

No going back now.

"Liam," you whined, feeling your impending orgasm nearing its peak. "I want to cum."

He sucked in a short breath, leaning over on the bed and pressing his lips to yours once. You moaned into the kiss, queaking as his large hands found your breasts and squeezed.

His voice was a mere growl as it found your ear.

“Let me help you with that.”

"Oh fuck!" You chanted, the feeling of Ridoc fingering you and now lapping at your clit almost too much -- especially with the way Liam pinched and rolled his thumbs over your hardened peaks.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming-"

You unleashed your orgasm with a sigh, your quivering hole clenching around Ridoc's digits over, and over, and over again. Your abdominal muscles flexed and unflexed, the feeling of Liam's hands cupping your boobs made you want more.

Before you could think too long about it, Liam was sliding off the bed behind you, his gentle hands guiding you to lie flat on your back. You did as such, submitting to whatever he gave you.

It turns out, he wanted something from you.

Your head hung over the edge of the bed, and your gaze found the floor. Liam hovered over you, the distinct sound of his jeans zipper cut through the otherwise quiet room before his fingers gripped your chin.

He tapped his hard cock on your lips once, twice -- groaning when you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat. His fingers pumped his dick above you, before guiding it into your wide mouth.

Fuck.

You garbled around his thick length, the sheer size of it forcing your throat to open wide. He shoved all the way in, his pelvis meeting your nose before he pulled out, and pushed back in, slowly fucking your mouth.

"So fucking good baby,"

You blushed at the praise, your head still swimming with the effects of the alcohol you'd consumed. In the back, you could hear Ridoc's soft praises as he fisted his own cock at the sight.

"So pretty, taking dick down your throat."

Your pussy clenched at his words.

Liam continued thrusting, only slowing when his dick began to lurch. He was close, and you could feel it.

"Fuck -- oh fuck," he chanted, ramming his cock down your throat before halting. He breathed heavily as cum sprayed your throat, his release bittersweet as you swallowed it.

"Mmm yes... swallow all of it."

You do as your told, gulping down the last remnants of his seed before he yanks his cock from you. Gasping for air, your mind swims. Lifting your head up and regaining focus is a monumental task -- and before long, Ridoc is trading places with his roomate.

"Hands and knees, gorgeous."

His rough tone sends a shiver down your spine, but you obey. You lean forward, ass up and pussy spread to Ridoc behind you. Liam appeared before you, leaning onto the bed once more before fisting your hair in his hand. You whimpered, and felt the unmistakable tap of Ridoc's length on your ass cheek.

"Gonna take all of me? Like the good girl you are?"

All you could do was nod, unable to look back at him. Liams fingers toyed with your breasts, his other hand still gripping your hair tight. Your mouth fell open as Ridoc pushed in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was seated at the hilt.

"OH-"

You cried out when he retracted, slamming back into you at full force.

"Fuck, babe -- perfect pussy," he praised, his rough pace already causing a weakness in your knees. Liam licked his lips, his fingers trailing lower toward your aching clit.

"Please -- oh fuck, yes Ridoc," you chanted, lurching forward with every sharp drive he gave you. Your eyes rolled back as Liam found your clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

"What... the Hell... is going on here?"

Your eyes shot open at the tone, your cheeks immediately pinkening in shame. Ridoc nor Liam let up, still rubbing and thrusting into you as though Dain Aetos wasn't standing in the doorway.

"D-Dain.... oh fuck," you groaned before meeting his gaze. His brows narrowed as he took in the scene, though he didn't leave the doorway. "P-please, it's not what it-"

"What it, what, looks like?" He scoffs incredulously. "Because to me, it looks like you're fucking your non-boyfriend, or, boyfriends? Maybe?" He shakes his head, his eyes not so subtly tracing over your form.

Your mouth twists as Ridoc hits a particularly sensitive spot.

"Correction," he says, finally adressing the junior. "We, are fucking, her." He chuckles. "And, no, we're not her boyfriends."

Dain shakes his head again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look, I don't give a fuck what you all are. But, I swear to God, everyone can fucking hear you through that window-" he gestures to the open window, moonlight pouring in.

Liam pinches your clit, and you squeal.

"See?" He throws his hands up. "Everyone can fucking hear you."

"Why don't you come shut her up then?" Liam asks, taking on a tone you'd never heard before.

"Yeahhh," Ridoc agrees, his fingers gripping the meat of your ass. "You're the VP here -- teach her a lesson."

Dain sighs, stepping into the room and locking the door behind him.

"I fail to see how this is a good idea," he hesitates, but nonetheless stalks closer to the bed. You peer up at him, your rounded glassy eyes only sending a rush of blood straight to his cock.

"P-please, Dain," you beg, biting your lower lip. "You still... oh," you pause, feeling Liam's fingers rub your clit. "Y-you still have... one more..."

"Oh, I'm well aware." He grumbles, his fingers wrapping around the base of your throat as he squats before you. At eye level, he's even more devastating. He leans in, kissing your lips timidly before backing away, studying you with uncertainty.

"Come onnn," Ridoc pants, egging him on. "I know you want to -- you've been undressing her with your eyes all night."

Dain sighs, his tongue running along his bottom lip before he rises. He unbuckles his belt, letting it fall to the floor before sliding down his jeans. His cock springs free, slapping against his pelvis. He takes it in his hand, rubbing his fingers up and down the length.

"There you go -- now, show her how to be quiet." Liam urges.

Dain steps forward, his darkened eyes meeting yours as he guides his cock to your awaiting mouth. He slides it past your lips, shuddering when you swirl your tongue around the tip.

"Shit," he groans, his hand finding your jaw as he pushes in further. You gag as he stuffs your mouth, reveling in the way he throws his head back in pleasure.

He syncs with Ridoc, his cock pushing down your throat with every thrust Ridoc drives into you. You're moaning, the sound strangled around Dain's dick as he continues fucking your mouth, slow and deliberate.

"Shit, I'm fucking close-"

Ridoc drives in harder, his cock rubbing your g-spot before he bursts inside of you. His warm seed paints your walls white, pushed further inside as he delivers a last few, languid strokes. You clench around him as you find your own release, the fire in your lower abdomen burning hotter than it did the first time you came.

Liam sighs beside you, abandoning your pussy as he makes to rise off the bed. You groan at the sudden loss of Ridoc inside of you and Liam's fingers on your clit, the primary focus now being on Dain and his jerking cock. He growls as he fucks your face faster, his eyes studying your arched back and rounded ass as he drives himself in.

"Fuck sweetheart," he grumbles, his hand cupping your chin as he fucks your face with fervor. "This is what happens when you don't follow the rules, gonna get me in trouble-"

He pull shis cock from you, his hand pumping it before your face as you realize his impending release. You look up at him innocently, laying your tongue out flat for him. He moans, loud and clear, before semen shoots from the head of his cock, painting your face white with each ejaculation.

He breathes heavy, working to come down from his high while the other two quietly dress and make to leave the room. You continue to stare, flashing him an unabashed, drunken grin.

"Maybe I'll break the rules more often, then."

* ✧･ﾟ: *

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📖 Scenario: “Leyley” & The Anger of the Picky Eater - part 2

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣/𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 (ℙ𝕣𝕖 -“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣” 𝕍ℍ𝕊 𝕋𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕩 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

The first mistake—if it could even be called that—was the name. A slip of the tongue, a deliberate choice, or perhaps just a reckless experiment in itself.

“Leyley.”

The word hung in the air for a second too long, a sharp note against the monotony of the laboratory. Papers rustled as Harley Sawyer slammed a file shut with a controlled but unmistakable force.

His gaze—calculating, cold, and holding just the faintest edge of exasperation—locked onto yours like a silent accusation.

Around the room, a few junior researchers froze, instinctively sensing danger, their eyes flickering between you and the man now seething behind his desk.

He didn’t need to speak. The warning was evident in the way his fingers curled against the folder’s edge, in the slow, deliberate inhale through his nose.

It was a mistake. A crime, even, if the intensity of his stare was anything to judge by. And yet, there was no regret in your expression. Just a slow, deliberate smirk as you leaned against the desk, meeting his stare with unshaken amusement.

Perhaps it was foolish to poke at something so clearly volatile, but oh, wasn’t it fascinating to see what lay beneath all that rigid control?

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The second mistake was a matter of taste—one that Harley had made abundantly clear on more than one occasion. He despised sweet and sour flavors. The combination, he once stated with his usual clinical precision, was a contradiction in itself, an imbalance that had no place on his plate.

Which made today’s lunch all the more entertaining.

You slid the takeout container across the table towards him, sitting across with the casual air of someone who had already won a game before the opponent even realized it had begun. The glossy sauce coating the dish glistened under the lab’s sterile lighting, an undeniable challenge in the form of culinary defiance.

Harley stared at it. Then at you. Then back at the offensive meal in front of him. His expression darkened.

“You can’t survive on coffee and contempt alone,” you remarked, picking up your own set of chopsticks.

Harley did not respond.

He simply pushed the container away with slow, measured intent, as though ridding himself of a particularly loathsome experiment. You only raised an eyebrow, dragging it back towards him with a single, pointed finger.

It was a silent war, neither of you breaking eye contact. But in the end, he did what he always did—he dismissed it with a sharp exhale, straightened his papers, and moved on.

You, however, didn’t miss the way his lips pressed into a thin line when the faintest hint of the dish’s scent reached him.

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The third mistake—or perhaps, the most entertaining of them all—was disrupting his perfectly organized world. Harley thrived in precision. He found control in order, in structure, in the absolute certainty of things being exactly where he left them.

Which was precisely why, on an afternoon where the lab was silent but for the faint hum of machines, you took it upon yourself to shift his neatly arranged files just slightly out of place.

A few papers shuffled into different stacks. Pens not quite aligned. The angle of his chair turned just enough to be noticeable.

You sat back and waited.

When Harley entered the room, the shift in atmosphere was palpable. He froze mid-step, sharp gaze sweeping across the space with the efficiency of a predator assessing its territory.

The moment his eyes landed on his desk, you could almost hear the metaphorical snap of a wire tightening in his mind.

And then, silence.

A long, unbearable pause where he simply stood there, staring at the minute disruptions as if they were personal affronts. When he finally moved, it was not to fix them immediately, but to turn his gaze towards you, unimpressed, unimpressed, unimpressed.

You offered an innocent blink.

His sigh was slow, deliberate, and filled with the resignation of a man who had long since realized that his carefully cultivated order would never be safe from you.

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But the final mistake—if it could even be called one—was much simpler.

You forgot his coffee.

Not intentionally. Not as some grand scheme to see how far you could push him. It was just an oversight, a slip in routine amidst the chaos of the day.

Yet, for Harley, it was unacceptable.

For the first few hours, he said nothing. But the silence was heavier than usual, charged with a distinct edge of displeasure. By noon, he had still not spoken to you directly, choosing instead to relay messages through clipped notes or passing words to other researchers.

By the afternoon, you found your stack of documents—previously neatly arranged—mysteriously toppled to the floor. A coincidence, surely.

And yet, when you looked up, Harley was walking away, hands in his coat pockets, the ghost of something smug in his expression.

It was a childish game of pettiness. But it was also a game that neither of you truly lost.

Because by the end of the day, when you finally placed a cup of coffee beside him without a word, Harley merely exhaled, picked it up, and took a slow sip.

And just like that, balance was restored.

At least, until the next time you decided to test just how much control he truly had.

you when you pissed him off the shit out and dragged him into trouble more than 1098 times and almost got thrown to Yarnaby to eat:

[kingdom-of-sins]

Okay but imagine Fourth Wing characters as F1 drivers...

Xaden: Son of a very talented but disgraced driver, and by disgraced I mean Fen Riorson discovered some kind of corruption and race fixing but FIA somehow put all the blame on him and boycotted him from everywhere. And now Xaden is the best driver and has multiple championships, exposing FIA at every step without even trying. Break rules but all within the "law" so no one can kick him out. The sponsors are crazy about him. If the sport loses him then they will lose more than half the funding and sponsors. He even won races with very poorly built cars.

Violet: One of the nepo drivers who everyone thought would fail and tarnish the Sorrengail name. Her older brother is a retired two time champion turned strategist, her sister Mira one time champion and now more focused on F1 Academy for female drivers, her mother Lilith is the legend, multiple championships and the first woman champion, her father a F1 legendary reporter. Everyone was expecting her to fail just because she didn't look much confident and looked a bit fragile, everyone talked about how she is in the sport because of her family name. Her first half of her debut season went terrible, multiple DNFs and car damages, but the second half was complete opposite. She went from P18 in the championship to P4. She even went wheel to wheel with Xaden in a few races and shared podiums, proving everyone wrong.

Liam: He is the guy who treats this sport as his hobby which he is really good at. A born racer with a heart of gold. Multiple race winner, finished second in championships twice. Everyone takes him as a competition but he takes everyone as play dates. He was seen with Xaden outside of racing many many times, a strong pure bromance. If you hate him then there is something seriously wrong with you

Bodhi: Cousin of Xaden so sometimes gets overshadowed, but if anyone is going to shine in the darkness aka a very wet race or chaotic race, it's him. People try to push the Xaden vs Bodhi narrative but it always fails. Most people underestimate him and then are left with shocked Pikachu face when he comes out as the star of the race.

Garrick: He is the type of driver who either starts working out or takes a long nap when a race is delayed. Multiple race winners. Has a lots of fans, owner of a gym chain. Got a couple of race bans and penalty points but could care less. Has a mechanic background so knows a lot about cars.

Imogen: No one does it like her. The risk taker, the badass winner. You think you hate her but you actually realize you love her. She is the reason there is a sea of pink at the grandstands. Hated Violet when she first joined but a year later both were seen go karting together kicking Garrick and Xaden's ass. Calls out bullshit and whenever she has the mic the FIA drowning in their own sweat

Rhiannon: Got into F1 with pure talent and least funding. Had to struggle a lot in the junior series because of the lack of sponsors and funding, but her talent put her on the map and got just enough sponsor for a team to pick her. Then her talent did the rest of it. Now she has multiple year contract and multiple sponsors. Best friend of Violet but they always race wheel to wheel, even crashed into one another but absolutely no bad feelings. Rhiannon even abandoned her race once after Violet crashed just to see if her best friend is okay

Ridoc: He is the reason FIA had to come up with "no cursing or use of bad language" in the team radio. He gives names to his cars. Listens to the most obnoxious music and makes everyone else listen to it as well. Master in wet races. Talks to his car while racing. Friends with everyone. He is the guy you love to interview. Got fined for calling the stewards "babes"

Sawyer: The polite guy who is a beast on track. Everyone thought he would be quiet and barely manage to win but soon became a fan favorite. A true gentleman, with a hint of mischief. Ridoc often gets him in trouble during interviews. He is the type of guy your mom and sisters would trust to drive and drop them at home safely

Cat: Another nepo baby. She started off with lots of haters because of her aggressive racing style and superiority complex but no one can deny that she is an excellent driver. Can go wheel to wheel with all the star drivers. There is a rivalry between her and Violet, but they are currently frienemis, rivals on track, complementing each other's outfit off track.

Jack Fucking Barlowe: If he doesn't crash and DNF then he finish below P15. Somehow FIA always pardons him and he just gets much worse. There is not a single driver on the grid who likes him. Got punched by both Violet and Cat and that says a lot

Aaric: The breakout star of the year. Came in as a rookie and finished P5 in the championship. Somehow he can always predict other drivers' strategies. If he has a better car he would always be on the podium. Pure talent but lot to learn. Garrick's new gym partner

Sloane: She and her brother's childhood dream was to drive for the same team, be teammates, and race each other. And they both made it happen. Has the record of scoring the highest points by a rookie on their first race.

Dain: His dad was a former one time champion and he dreams to be just like his father. Has been raised to be a champ. He has won races but never got close to winning a championship. Everyone knew he had a huge crush on Violet but after a "incident" on track which involved him, Violet and Xaden, his friendship with Violet had been hanging by a thread. His father is very critical of him but worse on the other drivers, even tried to sue Xaden when Dain lost a race due to time penalty for track incident between him and X

[emxisms]

𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯. ❦

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Stu Macher, Thomas Hewitt, Tex Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire.

𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He wouldn't mind it. If it's rock or metal, he might tap his foot to the beat. He wouldn't show it, but he's enjoying the music just as much as you are.

If you let him choose the music, no doubt will there be Marilyn Manson and Deftones. I mean, they were both in the movie 🤷‍♀️

Memorizes which songs you seem to enjoy the most, and will play them for you when you're helping him out in the station. It's the little things that matter to him.

He'll never admit it, but he loves Christmas music.

𝔖𝔱𝔲 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 ❦

Oh my gosh, he's all for it! He'll be up and dancing with you even. Is not afraid to sing the songs while you sit back and laugh at him. He just wants to make his girl laugh.

If you prefer rock, he's totally fine with that! He would call you a badass. Anything and everything you do will always have him in awe. There's nothing you could do to drive him away.

He wouldn't want to listen to country, though. He doesn't swing that way, it's not his style. Only for you would he listen to country. He might get down to Boot Scootin Boogie though..

Will play your favorite songs at house parties, and make sure everyone knows it. He just wants to show you off to the world. "You can look but you can't touch" kind of mindset.

His guilty pleasure song is for sure Mambo No. 5. He can't help but get up and dance every time it comes on.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱 ❦

Doesn't hate it, but he wouldn't 'enjoy it.' He's just kind of chill. He won't care the genre. As long as you're happy, he's happy. Anything to make his girl happy.

He wouldn't really get up and dance with you. It isn't his thing. But, he would tap his foot to the rhythm, just to let you know he's enjoying it.

"Do you want me to turn the music off? I don't wanna bother you." and he's immediately shaking his head aggressively. He wants you to enjoy yourself! The volume doesn't affect him.

Would really like AC/DC. He can get along with them, he likes the pace. Not hardcore, not soft.

𝔗𝔢𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯 ❦

Dances with you. No shame in his game! Anything that has to do with you, and he's there.

"Tex, can we dance?" and right up on his feet is he.

Will show you his collection of CDs full of his favorite songs. He's got a little bit of R&B, rock, country, and blues. He gets all giddy when you tell him your favorite is the same as his. "We were just made for each other, darlin'."

Would invite Junior to come dance with you two. He knows Junior loves music more than most people.

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 ❦

Classical.

Doesn't understand why anyone could sit there and willingly listen to harsh music and heavy lyrics. But he'll make an exception for you.

Wants to slow dance with you. 'No' is not an option. If you tell him no he'll be upset and turn the music off completely.

After exploring some other genres and bands, he'll admit that he's starting to like boy bands. The music makes him want to dance, he can't help it.

Will bust a move to Everybody by Backstreet Boys.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:☆

Requests are open! ☑️

(check pinned post).

[billiennn]

So, while I was looking for 80s prom dresses for this, I just felt so sick looking at them. And then I realized, int he musicals timeline, their prom would be in 1990, so I decided to do a 90s theme for their dresses and I feel it turned out so much better. @kure0me for u <3

Prom Queen Results:

3rd Runner Up: Veronica Sawyer

2nd Runner Up: Heather McNamara

And despite all odds, despite her only being a junior and not technically being eligible to win, is our 1990 Prom Queen: HEATHER CHANDLER

[jojunior26]

Another!

[andre-and-cal]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN POOKIES :3

I think that Andre and Cal would dress up as Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers their junior year MEEOOOW !! They wouldn’t go trick or treating tho sigh they’d just go to some party one of Cal’s friends had though.

Andre would be wanting to go home with Cal tho HEEELP 15 minutes would go by after they got there and Andre would already be complaining.

Rachel would go as Veronica Sawyer from Heathers !! :]

Anyways happy Halloween pookstahs! More stuff coming soon heh 😼🙏 alsoo I’m going as Scooby-Doo !! :D

[tjwritesfanfics]

Prom Night Dream (Joe Harper - Band of Robbers)

Pairing: Joe Harper x Reader

Summary: When Joe finds out you missed your prom, he takes it upon himself to give you a redo.

Rating: Fluff

Words: 2.9k

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An I decided I needed more Joe Harper in my life and I needed this little goof to fix the fact that I missed my own prom (yes, I used my own experience and this is my therapy)

“It was one time!”

“Or two or three.”

You laugh as Tom hits Finn on the arm. The group was sitting around a campfire after a long day, drinking a few beers and telling old stories.

Tom just got outed for kissing Finn when they were kids. He needed practice, he said, and as a woman who (even drunkenly) has kissed Tom Sawyer it was practice well spent.

“It was practice!” Tom shouts. “Clover tell them!”

Clover was the nickname Tom gave you when you were kids. It came around when Tom and Finn would get in trouble, but when they were with you, you always got them out of it. They considered you their lucky charm.

Their 4-leaf clover.

You point your beer at Tom, smirking, “I may have kissed you Sawyer, but not Huck. So, if I were to say if the ‘practice’ was well worth it or not, I'd need to kiss Huck.”

“Wait, you kissed Tom?”

Joe looked at you with big sad puppy eyes, you wanted to resist hurting him, but you couldn’t lie to those eyes.

Recently you had become sweet on Joe Harper. He was always so genuine that he came off a little slow, but you didn’t mind. You loved that sweet innocence he gave off. Even if he never really saw you in that light.

Reluctantly, you fessed up to the group.

“In high school yeah. We were both drunk after Homecoming and I was already sad about how the night ended, so I figured I would get something out of it.”

“And that something was a steamy make out session with yours truly!”

You roll your eyes at Tom. It may have been a good kiss, but it also ended with him dry humping your leg and cumming in his pants. That little nugget you were going to save for when Tom Sawyer was really annoying.

He came close right now, but not enough.

“And now I know to thank Huck for that kiss.” You blew a kiss to Finn, which he caught and pressed to his lips. “Whenever you want a real one Clover, you know where to find me.”

While the group laughed at your play flirting, Joe stared at the fire, his eyebrows creasing together in thought. He didn’t like the fact that you kissed Tom before and he didn’t like that you had a bad night.

“What…” He started, licking his lips and adjusting in his lawn chair, “What happened that made you sad?”

Joe really didn’t know that he would be picking at a sore spot for you, a spot that never really closed.

You take a swig of your beer, tension very evident in your shoulders. You knew you were going to tell him, you never could deny Joe Harper, but if you were going to retell this story then alcohol would be your best friend.

“When I was a junior in high school, they put on the homecoming dance for just us. And I hadn’t been to a dance since middle school so I was excited to go, but no one asked me. I know what you’re thinking ‘why didn’t you ask anyone?’ Well back then, if you can believe it, I was the weird kid that no one liked.”

Tom pat your knee, offering you comfort while you were baring your soul.

“We liked you.”

“Thanks Huck.” You chuckle. “But back then neither of you would have been caught dead at this dance. Not the two pirates.”

You wave off the sorry looks on their faces.

“It was fine. Really. I ended up going with a friend of mine, doesn’t really matter who he was, but for the story it does matter that this friend was gay. We went as friends. Got all dressed up, we went out to dinner, got pictures down by the water. Then we get to the dance.”

Reliving these memories were hard for you. For most it may seem like nothing in the grand scheme of things, but to you it was everything. Especially at the time.

“He left me all alone to go chase around some straight guy. My friend really didn’t know how to take no for an answer, or even a beating for that matter. The entire time I sat at a table, watching the others dance. My other friends that went tried to include me, but in the end they had their dates and I was alone.”

“Why didn’t you just leave?”

You shook your head. “Couldn’t, Ben. I was his ride home. So, I waited around until the end of homecoming and then took him home. After that I called Tom, since I knew he could get the alcohol at the time, and I met up with him. An hour and a couple of beers later, Tom and I were making out.”

“I can’t believe he just left you like that.” Ben shook his head. “That’s not cool.”

“That took a depressing turn.”

You smack Tom, half out of trying to lighten the mood and half because he was dick. The rest of the night after that was a little tense, but soon you were able to make everyone forget about your little homecoming mishap.

Well, almost everyone.

By 1 am everyone was passed out on the lawn and you were tasked with putting out the fire.

“I’m sorry for asking you about that.”

You jump a little at the sound of Joe’s voice. “I thought you were asleep.”

“No, I just had my eyes closed. I wanted to wait for the right moment to talk to you.”

“Joe, you really had no way of knowing. It’s okay.” You continue to put out the fire, continuing to feel warmth even as the flames go out. Turning around you see Joe behind you and you smile. He was the source of the warmth.

Why didn’t you know him back then? Sure you wouldn’t have asked him out, and you were sure Joe wouldn’t have asked you either, but you can imagine that if you were to go with him, he wouldn’t have left you.

“What about prom? Were you able to get redemption?”

And then he decides to open the wound more. Again without knowing, but once he saw the sad look in your eyes, he figured it out.

“Oh..” He shrank. “I’m sorry.”

“You really need to stop saying sorry, Joe. There were things you didn’t know about me and there are things I don’t know about you. It’s just natural.”

You meant for your words to comfort him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His eyes sadly looking down as he fiddled with his fingers. You reach out to take his hands into yours, trying to calm him down, your thumb unconsciously rubbing his knuckles.

Joe’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushed. And while you would like to think it was due to your touch, you knew he had alcohol in his system so of course his face would be flushed.

“Seriously, don't worry about it.” You squeeze his hands before letting go. “Now! Let’s round these hooligans up and try to get them home.”

A few weeks had passed since that night and honestly you hadn’t given it another thought.

You went on with your days, working at the local library, having lunch with Finn, getting your car checked out by Ben and Tommy, and knocking back a few beers with Tom.

The only one you hadn’t seen was Joe Harper.

“Where is he Tom?”

“Who?”

“Joe! I haven’t seen him for a few weeks now.”

“Aww,” Tom cooed, reaching out to pinch your cheek, to which you smacked his hand, “Are you having a bandana shaped hole in your heart?”

He knew the answer. Everyone but seemingly Joe Harper himself knows that you are sweet on him. You huff, turning back to the shelves where you were currently putting away books. “You know what Tom. Why are you even here?! I am on the clock and I know you are.”

“Oh yeah. I came to ask you to chaperone the school prom with me. They are having me, Tom Sawyer, watch over the teenagers this year. It's bullshit, but everyone on the squad has to do it.”

You hum. “So why have me help you? What if I got plans that night?”

“Doing what?”

The silence you gave him was all the answer he needed. Honestly fuck him for assuming, but he knew you too well that you only had six friends, and they all hung out. You flip him off before continuing out of the row of books and to your desk, Tom’s confident annoying ass following behind you.

“Doing what?”

“Don’t make me out you, Mr. Cum in Pants.”

“I hate that you always come back to that.” Tom rolled his eyes at you, “So you coming? You get to dress up.”

You sigh, knowing you weren’t going to say no originally and dressing up did sound fun. “Yeah okay.”

Tom cheered before you shushed him, reminding him that he was in a library, and he gave you all the information for the event.

Which took place that night.

You stared slack jawed as he jogged out of the library.

Leave it to Tom Sawyer to tell you this shit last minute and now you have to remember if you had any nice dresses in your closet.

A night to remember.

A cliche theme, but one that always feels right for prom night.

Gold paper balls hang from the ceiling on strings, fairy lights running alongside them, black and gold balloons line the dance floor, some students kicking them up into the air and laughing.

You stand to the side of the dance floor, admiring with envy the fun they seem to be having. Finn stood beside you with a cup of punch in his hand. He cleaned up nicely, a white button up shirt and black slacks.

“You look amazing by the way.” Finn lifted his cup to you.

You look down at your simple black dress, it clung to you body and stopped right before your knees. It was honestly the classiest thing you had in your closet on such short notice, but you appreciated the complement nonetheless.

“Thank you, Finn. You look very nice too.” Your eyes roam over him. “Sexy.”

Finn laughed at you, but his cheeks were flushed under your gaze. If you weren’t so in love with Joe Harper, Finn Huckleberry would be the man on the top of your list.

Speaking of Joe, you still hadn’t seen him. Glancing around, you hope to find him helping out, but also not holding on to a lot of hope. “Have you seen Joe?”

"Harper? No, I haven't, but I'm sure he is around."

“Around?”

Finn jumped. Almost as if he wasn’t supposed to say that, his eyes darting around. They landed on someone and he quickly motioned them over.

Becky bounded over, quickly putting both her hands on your shoulders. “Hey! I need you to come with me.”

“Huh? Wha!” You barely get to question what was going on before she pushed you away to the door and down the hall to the girls bathroom. “What are you doing???”

Becky only smiled and opened a stall, a large cover hanging from the door. She unzipped it to reveal a white princess dress and your eyes widen at it.

“Hurry and put this on.” Becky takes the dress from the hanger and hands it to you.

You take a second to understand, but quickly snap out of it when you feel Becka unzip the dress you were currently wearing.

In a whirlwind of tule and makeup, you see yourself in the mirror.

The white wedding dress, the crown on your head, the white mask Becky placed over your eyes.

“Is this…?”

The smile on her face tells you everything you need to know.

Three weeks ago, you and Becky were at a coffee shop when a bunch of girls came in talking about prom, their dresses, dates, everything.

“So I heard you didn’t get to go to prom.”

You freeze. “Tom?”

She nods and you swore the next time you saw him you were going to kill him.

“No I didn’t.”

“If you had a chance to or if you could do it now, how would you want it to be?”

“Huh?” You look at her from over your coffee, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Becky looked a little sheepish, but quickly tried to recover. “L Like for example! If I missed my prom and my partner wanted to recreate prom I would want it to be like a movie! Or like a romance book.”

You understood what she was saying, but didn’t understand where this came from. You drink some more of your coffee and think it over. A ton of scenarios flashed through your mind, being dressed like sailor moon, getting dressed up and just dancing together in your house, but there was one that stuck out to you that you had loved since you saw the movie.

“There was this movie I watched as a teen,” You start, “It’s called ‘A Cinderella Story’ and it starred Hillary Duff. She was going to a Halloween party, but didn’t have a costume, so her coworker lent her her wedding dress. She went as Cinderella with a crown and a mask to hide her identity.”

You sigh and look out the window.

“Well eventually she finds herself in a gazebo that is covered with white flowers and candles and other lights. There is where she finds her prince charming. He’s dressed so charmingly and they dance to the song ‘I’ll be’ by Edwin McCain played by some musicians that happened to be nearby.”

“That would be my perfect prom.”

“But who?” You turn away from the bathroom mirror to see Becky holding the door open.

“Come find out.”

She leads you through the halls, the click of your heels building anticipation, and out to the back of the school. There are two rows of lights leading up to the most beautiful sight you have ever seen.

The gazebo was decorated with white roses and hanging plants, fairy lights surround the grounds and up the columns and they mix with the glow of the candles.

And in the center of the gazebo, waiting in a princely outfit of black and gold, hands clasped behind his back probably making sure he doesn't fidget with them (the cutest nervous tick you had ever seen on a man) was Joe Harper.

His usually messy hair was missing his signature bandana and tamed down and to your surprise you couldn’t see his toned legs with the black dress pants on. Everything about him looked out of a dream, yet not like Joe at all.

Becka steps away from you as you make your way up the steps on the gazebo, Joe breaking into a shy and awkward smile.

“Joe,” You breathe, “You… Look so uncomfortable.”

He frowns at you, brown eyes looking sad that you weren’t impressed, which you were more than impressed. You were stunned, speechless really, but as much as you loved him in this look, it wasn’t him.

Before he could say anything you reach your hands up to his hair, raking your fingers through his soft strands and ruffling it to its usual messy style. You smile up at him. “Where is your bandana?”

Stunned, Joe reaches into his prince jacket to pull out a bright red bandana and you take it from his hands to tie it around his head.

“It’s a start, but there is my Joe.”

“Y your Joe?” His cheeks flush, a slight smile on his lips, not realizing how good it was to hear you say those words. “I like that.” He extends his hand towards you, which you gladly take.

“Me too.”

Joe pulls you close, resting his other hand on your waist and you place your hand on his shoulder. The sound of a violin playing the beginning of I’ll Be has you shyly tucking your head into his neck as he slowly starts to sway with you.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Joe chuckles, his breath tickling you. “I would do anything for you, Clover. I love you.”

You waited for years to hear him say that and your imagination couldn’t beat the real thing. Blinking to hold back your tears, Joe lifts your head and closes the gap between you two, his lips softly touching yours.

Kissing Tom Sawyer was different than kissing Joe Harper.

And if you had to pick, kissing Joe Harper was infinitely better.

His lips may be cracked, but you didn’t mind when he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally pull apart, you smile as Joe moves forward for more. You needed to breathe, so you peck his lips to satiate him.

“This is everything I wanted and more. Thank you, my prince. I love you.”

Joe smiles and rests his head on yours, swaying you more as the music continues to play. “I love you more.”

The two of you continue to dance for the rest of the night, even when the music stops and your friends, who were on the sides watching their hard work play out, had left, completely content in each other's arms. Never wanting the night to end.

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[justkissmewip]

Character Post: Kristina/Klaus Berg

"Family is everything, right? Maybe to some. Forgive me if I come across as unsympathetic. I just do not believe such ties are always so tightly knotted."

Kristina/Klaus Berg is a beloved member of the St. Augustine community. Kind, intelligent, sympathetic, and a great listener, they have all the qualities that make them respected by peers and teachers alike. Their authenticity can sometimes come across as quirky, borderline-weird behavior, but at least they are not afraid to be themselves. They tend towards honesty, but never in a brutal sense. They are also highly interested in the supernatural, making them a great addition to the team.

However, K is more complex than their kind exterior exudes. They have a strong set of morals and beliefs constructed from their home situation, and although K would never outright attack somebody, they are not afraid to speak their mind when the time is right. Their tendency to blurt out their thoughts can also get them into trouble. Their home life has also made them less interested in reality and more intrigued by dreams and fiction.

All in all, K is a great companion and somebody that the PC can trust. Just be careful if you're looking for something more than friendship. It might not turn out how you expect.

Year: Junior

Appearance: Tall and thin build with fair skin. Snow white hair and bright baby blue eyes. If male, his hair is short on the sides and longer on top; if female, her hair falls just below her shoulders. Wears a pair of round, black glasses with thick rims. Speaks with a hard to place accent, faintly British, but definitely not Southern. They are a little bit stockier than A Sawyer, but not by much.

Height: if male: 6'3; if female: 5'69

Likes: harmony, cheesy romance novels, the supernatural, Biology, impressing E Jefferson, horror movies

Dislikes: conflict and arguments, cheaters, liars, Physics class, really greasy food

Character Song: Hectopascal - Minako Kotobuki and Yūki Takada

This post is subject to change.

[gummilutt]

Happy Halloween!

I don't usually post stuff from my game on here, but I posed out a little themed scene this week and I wanted to share it :) I promise I will try to bring some treats as we head into the final two months of this year, I got a lot of things that are done I just need to buckle down and get to it. But in the meantime, enjoy some pictures from my 14-year old custom hood Evergreen! :)

Trick or treat! 🎃👀💀The Sawyer-family kids are enjoying their newfound freedom to do fun things by dressing up and going out and asking for candy 🍭🍪

Lulu Belle volunteered to chaperone her younger siblings, which surprised everyone, but it really shouldn't considering the Sernman-Nilsson house was among the destinations. They are finally here and Lulu is excited!

"Omigosh Karl, I didn't know you were going to be Danny this year! You look so cool!!" But of course, she knew 😉 No self-respecting teen girl will be unprepared for such an occasion! She overheard him discussing it with his buddies during lunch break, and her choice of dressing up as Sandy was most intentional. She is a smitten kitten and is just waiting for a sign that he feels the same 💘💝

"That's cool baby. You know how it is, just rockin' and rollin'."

Karl has been acting the goof ever since he grew up to a teen. Flexing, styling his hair… he thinks he's the coolest. No doubt Lulu's constant fan girling over him contributes to that belief. He's secretly pleased to see her costume matches him. Every Danny needs his Sandy, after all! 😎

Joe Bob is a little shy about this whole going around to people's houses thing, but when he's holding Anna Nicole's hand it's okay.

Her costume is his favorite, dragons are cool! And if that knight guy even thinks of coming for his dragon sister, like the knights in the stories his mother reads to him, he's going to show him what bears are made of! He can growl real scary, just you watch him! Rawr! 🐻

Tamie Lee bravely holds out her pumpkin to ask the lady in the dress for a treat. She's not sure what Halloween is but if it means she gets a bunch of candy, she's all for it! 🍭🍬🍫

Emma, the mother of this house, is very happy to see the Sawyer kids come by. She runs a play center for local kids that offers play-time for children that don't have space at home, or whose parents can't afford much toys. Karl who visited the Sawyer home once has told her how depressing the trailers these guys grew up in were, and she's been especially welcoming to the Sawyer kids ever since. These guys get extra candy rations! And an invitation to come to the play center real soon 🥰

Sigrid is pleased that her friend Junior stuck to their plan to dress up as Santa's Elves. She wishes she could go with him and his siblings on their rounds, but her parents already arranged for her to go with her cousins later. Dang parents! Maybe next year Sigrid! 🙂

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Does anyone know if we ever get/got Leathers real name? We know Mike, Ghost(Joey) and Jay but I can’t find anything for Leather. I’m Considering it’s probably something similar to Leatherface so the possible options are Bubba Sawyer, Junior Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Jedidiah Sawyer, Kenneth Slaughter. Personally, Leather looks like a Thomas to me.