#short n sweet this time

[nachosncheezies]

The Bet

Chapter 2 - Interrupted/Awake (chapter 1 is here)

Post-The Sixth Extinction II, also available on AO3!

Thank you so so so much to everyone who liked, reblogged, or tagged nice things on my original "pilot wedding" story. 💕💕💕 It turns out that what was meant to be a one-shot (which I hadn't even intended to write in the first place) would not leave me alone, so here we are in what I'm now calling my "married on a dare" AU. xD This is the first addition I wrote, almost immediately after posting chapter one. After this the chronology will go out the window, but I'll put a note with each chapter of roughly where it falls against canon. Hope you enjoy it. :)

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Years later, after her abduction, after cancer, after Emily and even after Antarctica, he is lying in a stupor, drugged up, each breath feeling like a conscious choice. Someone opened his skull, this he knows; someone rearranged his brain a little, this he was told and believes. Beyond those facts, the only thing he knows for sure is Scully. 

He has seen her mind, did not even have to reach for it; her thoughts came in clear shapes and colors that overflowed from her and surrounded him like cool water, effortless. She has loved him for so long. He now understands 'unconditional', that it is something that could - does - apply to him, too, and he is ashamed. He has been so unkind to her. Of course it was personal. It was always going to be personal between them, from the moment they first gleaned that perhaps their madness matched; eyes locked across the thin fluorescent buzz of some small county office, each as surprised by the other as they were by themselves for having seen their game of matrimonial chicken through to its conclusion.

He recalls the note he had left for her in case of an event just a little bit worse than this one. Don't lose that laugh, it said, and for a long time those four words encapsulated everything that he wished for her. After seven years, they are as woefully inadequate as his silence. He is going to make it right.

After his release from hospital he goes again to his lawyer. He changes his will, makes everything hers, as he himself should have been for at least this past year. He hopes she will never have to find out, but just in case, he leaves a new note.

I have loved you and I hope you will forgive me if I never told you. If there is something beyond this, be it your Heaven or starlight or some heretofore unimagined quantum state, know that I love you still.

P.S. - Please don't give up on laughter.

He signs it with an M.

[milesgmorales]

SABRINA CARPENTER — Feather (2023)

[sabrinacdaily]

TIME 100 NEXT: Sabrina Carpenter

[entwnii]

satoru hated meetings with the elders, that was a fact. they’d always ask too many questions or try to comment on each decision he made, especially since he married you, a non-sorcerer, which had been seen as ‘the crime’ of the decade. what’s more, the subway on his way back to your shared house was late that night, which led to the white-haired man being even more irritated. all he wanted to do was to get home to you. quickly. satoru finally opened the front door of his house, around 12:26 am, a sigh of relief escaping him. he immediatly kicked his shoes off, throwing his leather jacket somewhere on the floor as he made his way to the kitchen, where the lights were on. “baby, ’m home—” he spoke up before stopping himself midway through his sentence, absolutely dumbstruck at the sight in front of him. the radio was on, just like always, playing some piero piccioni, who he knew was one of your favorite jazz composer. a bottle of red wine placed open on your kitchen counter, a wine glass filled midway of the same red wine. and then there was you. . . you were happily humming to the music while making some matcha and white chocolate cookies. those were satoru’s favorites, the same ones his mother used to bake for him when he was younger. on top of it all, you stood topeless, only wearing your pj pants. you were definitely wine-drunk. immediately, a wide grin appeared on satoru’s lips. he stumbled towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hidding his face into the crook of your neck and pressing kisses on your soft skin, making you laugh. being married is dope.

[lilacxquartz]

Roommates | One Shot

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto [MMF]

ABOUT: You’re late on rent again and rather than evicting you, your roommates figure out a different way to make you pay.

TAGS/THEMES: Roommates AU, threesomes, dubious consent, one shot smut, doggy style, blowjobs, sexual coercion (to keep the rent free), kissing, 18+.

Final warning for dubcon, the reader is implied into it but the consent isn’t made clear.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

You were late on rent again.

A couple months ago you had the excuse that you lost your job so you were short on your share, last month you missed it entirely.

This month you still didn’t have anything and your bank account was running dry, finding absolutely zero luck on the search—living frugally as a result.

Satoru always collected rent in the middle of the month as he was the one who owned the unit. His friend Suguru, lived in an adjacent room to his while you took the smaller room opposite.

Living with two men had certainly been an experience, but they both for the most part kept to themselves and would never bother you, but then you lost your job and your presence became more of a nuisance than just being someone in the background of their lives.

”Again?” Satoru asked as he maintained a friendly albeit strained smile, his tone not quite a whine but you could tell he wasn’t pleased either.

“I-I’ve been trying, but it’s so difficult to find work right now,” you replied, even though that excuse was starting to get stale; it was the truth, but the truth didn’t fill your pockets and that much was a problem.

His demeanour tightened as he struggled to remain polite; you knew that money wasn’t an issue for him and he could afford the entire place alone if he had to, but at the same time you could see where he was coming from.

He wasn’t usually so serious, but he did what he had to do when he needed to. The Satoru you would usually see, so carefree and vibrant, stifled down due to your own misfortune.

Suguru in the midst of this ate breakfast in utter silence as he watched the entire thing unfold from the kitchen table. You would meet his gaze every now and then by accident as he would then try to avoid you, staying quiet as he tried to eat through his good friend doing his best not to scold you.

You mustered up the courage and swallowed away the last of your dignity once more, surrendering to asking for one final chance.

“I know that it’s a lot to ask, but can you please… please give me just a little bit more time?”

His icy blue eyes flashed over your body for a moment, his body language thawing as a new idea came to mind. Instead of going back on forth with you on the topic, he took a deep breath and removed himself from your company momentarily.

His smile grew curt, laced with unreadable intent, “One moment.”

You sat yourself down on the arm rest of the sofa, watching as Satoru went off to whisper something off to Suguru. You considered genuinely just moving back home rather than bothering him further, the other prospect of couch surfing seeming daunting.

Every now and then you’d glance back to the kitchenette from the open plan area, watching as Satoru planned something with Suguru. Their expressions were a little too casual for it to have been something serious and your stomach coiled at the possibility of mockery.

Suguru seemed hesitant about something as his dark eyes landed on you every now and then, his gaze meeting with yours and then disconnecting. Satoru continued to dispense his trademark smile, eyeing you up and down from head to toe, settling on some type of resolution.

The two men then approached you, planting an an uncertain sort of feeling in your gut—your instinct begging for you to choose flight as they both closed in.

“It’s your lucky day,” Satoru announced, his voice suddenly playful and teasing, “rent’s on the house.”

There was definitely a catch.

You stood up and took a step back, “Why…?”

He took a step forward, following you in your tracks as he cornered you.

“You’re gonna do something for us, that’s why,” he added, his words doing nothing to settle your quickly building unease.

“Do what?” you dared to ask.

“You’re a smart girl, [name],” Satoru purred, “you can figure it out, can’t you?”

You weren’t an idiot; you could put two and two together to understand exactly what it was that he was implying—rent was on the house and you weren’t a total prude, understanding that he wanted you to pay your dues with a favour instead.

You just didn’t think it would ever come to something like this. How humiliating, almost.

It was the fact that Suguru seemed to be involved too that further worsened your feelings on the issue. You were already barely into the idea of trading sex for a place to stay, but you now had the influence of two slowly approaching guys who had a different sort of idea of what to do with you.

As you pondered all of the possibilities, you found yourself so distracted that you didn’t even have time to react properly—wait.

Satoru already gave into his building curiousity with you; his wandering fingers pinched at the hem of your top, rolling up the fabric to reveal your bare stomach—your arms protested by anchoring down, but his strength relented and he pulled it off of you completely.

His cruising pursuit moved towards your shorts next, revealing the finishing piece for your bra’s matching set—how cruel it was of such fate to align on a day when you’d be wearing such a thing; both of their eyes shining with a delighted glint.

You blushed as you scrambled to cover up, your cheeks burning cherry red as your temperature turned feverish from the events that quickly unfolded.

“You look so cute when you’re all embarrassed like that,” Satoru commented as he flashed you a cheeky grin, his frosted lashes fluttering as he continued to stare at your now exposed skin.

He slipped right behind you, pulling you into his chest—his arms wrapped around your stomach, his cock pitching against his trousers, feeling his hardness pressing against your back; he wanted you so much, so soon. His lips sank as he nibbled against your neck, leaving behind rosy love bites from suckled flesh.

“Can you feel how hard you’re making me, [name]?” Satoru asked as he continued to grind—you didn’t dare reply, your voice caught in the back of your throat whenever you’d try.

Suguru moved closer at this point too, finally giving into his own thoughts within the company of your exposed form. His dark eyes brightened as he glossed his gaze over your frame, reeling his focus back onto your chest—curious hands unable to resist a feel for a second longer.

His fingertips would then trace towards your upper body, finally parking at your jaw as his fingers settled on a pinch against your chin; he wanted to keep your sights pointed towards him and him alone.

Suguru then lowered his lips to meet with yours, his tongue slowly pushing into your mouth as the wet fleshy muscle wrestled with your own to keep you subdued, pulling strands of webbing saliva back as he disconnected the kiss, just as though to take in his sight of you before going any further.

He took a step forward with intentional purpose and drive, you stepped back as he herded you, finding yourself perfectly sandwiched in between both Satoru and Suguru with absolutely zero wiggle room to spare.

It was then that Satoru once again didn’t give you any room to think as his hands brushed around your waist; greedy hands palmed around your hips before retreating to to the base of your shoulders, pushing you down to assume an entirely different position as your body listened.

Before you even had a chance to react even further, you were on your hands and knees before them both. Your knobbly joints tanking the pressure from the wooden floor, a sensation slightly painful as it rubbed you raw.

Through it, you felt some type of deeply rooted shame as you didn’t even protest, instead accepting the pursuit—you liked this, not quite knowing nor understanding why; feeling so wanted, so desired by both of them at the same time.

Satoru’s trousers fell to his knees as he too surrendered to the floor, his sweatpants gathering by your legs as moved closer in. You felt the tip of his length tease you as he prodded against your opening before sliding into you with such welcomed ease; your pussy already soaked and taking him in without a single hint of a struggle.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, [name]?” Satoru couldn’t help but tease, “—you’re so wet for me already~!”

Your breath hitched as you once again couldn’t reply, instead eliciting a rushed gasp as he rammed the rest of his cock into your gushing heat, filling the otherwise silent room with the sounds of smacking pleasure as his rhythm quickly surrendered to something hurried, rather than taking the time to savour you.

Suguru was next; his face continuing to focus on yours as he looked down, towering himself above you. He slowly lowered himself to his knees too, succumbing to a certain type of idea that he had in mind.

“Your eyes are so pretty,” he spoke, tweezing his fingertips to turn your chin to face him once again, “can you keep looking at me?”

You obeyed as you felt pulled in by his voice, focusing your sights on his eyes as his own hands trailed elsewhere, eager to give you a taste of himself.

Suguru aligned himself with your lips, teasing his tip as he slowly pushed himself in and filled out the rest of your mouth—you took him in so well as he continued to pack his meat inside.

He moved himself further in as he bucked at your skull with his length, delighted by the noises you made as you struggled to take him in. He relented regardless as searched for your throat, his hands weaving through your hair, brushing away stray strands to keep looking at your pretty face.

Satoru at the same time continued to pound into your pussy from behind, his hips slamming against your ass, fingernails sinking into your bruised flesh. Your ass rippled as his pursuit continued, palms hitting your cheeks causing your eyes to water while you gagged on Suguru in the meanwhile.

Struggling to maintain your balance, Suguru lifted you by your arms to keep you right where he wanted you; continuing to slide his meat into your throat, finding an almost sadistic joy in how you reacted.

High pitched whines and breathy moans harmonising with their own grunting pleasure.

His demanding gaze narrowed, his lips trembling as he succumbed to a desperate chant, “eyes on me, eyes on me—“

Satoru seemed to be close to the edge of climax as his thrusting reached relentless pace, his grip against your once blank flesh now canvassed blotched watercolour markings all around your thighs, leaving behind signatures of bloodied etching from such passionate consequence.

He groaned as he half moaned your name; his hold tightening as your own cries meshed with both pleasure and pain—he drilled into you with such anticipated drive before delivering one final pump, milking himself dry into your sopping warmth, before finally pulling out, gasping and entirely spent.

It didn’t take long for Suguru to catch up next as you adhered to his wishes quite well, taking him in like such a good girl—sucking on him as your cheeks clenched, sending him to places he could only dream to go, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat as he continued to fuck your mouth the best that he could.

His release was sudden, emptying thick loads of a hot mess that pooled in your mouth, trailing against your chin as he finally pulled out—his eyes laced with utter affection.

You succumbed to the floor as Satoru pulled you closer, eager to help you recover, Suguru sat close by as he too, surrendered to creeping exhaustion.

Neither one of them could let you go, at least not yet.

“Now, wasn’t that fun, [name]?” Satoru asked as he brushed his hands along your legs, feeling tempted by a second round. “Maybe you should skip next month’s rent too?”

You didn’t reply yet again, but both your expression and flushed complexion along with your relaxed form all pointed to a definite yes—the feeling so wrong, so right, something you wouldn’t quite mind to revisit again and again.

“You should,” Suguru encouraged as he moved closer next to you, “I’d love to see more of those pretty eyes.”

As you settled into an exhausted stupor, wedged between them both, you couldn’t deny that you loved that idea.

So maybe, you shouldn’t rush in finding a job after all.

[hueseok]

okay here me out... i have this plot in mind about theater actor!bts member who recently had a scandal and is now desperate to redeem his reputation by aiming to play the lead in an upcoming korean adaptation of a famous broadway show. he’s confident, he’s positive that he will be cast because his manager seriously knows how to pull some strings to make things work for him (also ‘cause despite the scandal, he really is extraordinary at what he does)—until he discovers that the director of the show is going to be your father, and suddenly all hope is gone.

because unbeknownst to many, you and him used to date (very secretly) at the start of his career, and he does specifically remember you yelling at him to ‘never show your fucking face to me again!’ after he dumped you over call. he wants to believe that considering it’s been a decade since that incident happened, surely you wouldn’t be that petty and immature to hinder the restoration of his career by using your nepo baby powers and influencing your dad’s mind about his decision regarding the final cast.

wrong. turns out you are petty and immature still, and now his manager is convincing (forcing) him to ask you for your forgiveness / be in your good graces so that he can have the part. normally, he wouldn’t have a problem lowering his ego and pride if it’s for the betterment of his career—however, you’re determined to make his life a living hell, and he finds himself wanting to burn himself alive instead of sucking up to you who’s really starting to get on his nerves lmao.

ANYWAYS, i kinda have taehyung or jimin or seokjin in mind for this??? i’m considering jk too but i just posted a fic of him so i kinda want to do this fic for a different member hehe,, please tell me ur thoughts if i should pursue this idea or not bc i want to write it but i have a feeling it’ll take so freaking long to write since it should have proper pacing and all that shit but yeah 😫

UPDATE: this has materialized to this drabble series!

[ghostie-cola]

we as a society do not talk enough about sabrina carpenter and jenna ortega being immortal beings who murder each other repeatedly and brutally over a boy only to share a very passionate lesbian kiss before bounding together and deciding to kill him

[sugoi-writes]

Vox x GN! Reader - Condensation is Bad for Computers

NO ONE ASKED, I DID THIS ANYWAY. Inspired by minkdelovely, as we had been going back and forth on one-word prompts to get back into the groove of writing. Hope you guys don't mind a little bit of Vox as a treat to hold you over <3

Wifey and I started a Hazbin-rewatch, so I'm SURE I will be getting the itch the crank out a LOT of Al content! Keep your eyes on the horizon!

Heads Up: mentions of work stress/aggravation, Reader is Velvette's secretary, low performers usually get popped, some fingering (didn't specify bits or bobbles), some doggy style, voyeurism and public sex if you use your imagination, Vox doesn't know how fashion works, and... Y E A H... There's cum. There's cum everywhere. HAVE FUN!

Your exchange started cordial; business as usual. Cold eyes and expressions putting out feelers for weakness, and barriers to hide their own. Most of your acquaintance had been like this: business-like, transactional... flatline. There was always an even, unwavering beginning and end. It frustrated Vox to no end. You thought nothing of it, as dense as you were. 

One day, there was a change: a glitch in your programmed agenda. A hand to your shoulder, followed by a concerned expression. Vox had seen the look on your face before. Your head hung neutral, almost lowered. Your eyes held a deep, haggard stare. Your brows, usually neat and high, hung low on your face, revealing and creating deeper shadows on your face. Your jaw was tight. 

Simple put: you were exhausted. That was the delicate way to put it. 

Velvette had you working like a pack mule, unable to sit or "unplug" for even a few moments. Deadlines mounted, growing harsher and more deranged by the hour. You knew what happened to people with poor performances...

There was no firing, rather an erasure. And as meager as it was, you'd like to keep on "living". 

Vox's expression hardened, before his patience snapped. He was on top of you before you could express protest or invitation. Hands found your wrists as your mouth was enveloped by his. The heat of his touch brought a much-needed life to your aching, broken body. You felt like a part of you had been woken from a deep, groggy sleep; a desire was being fulfilled. 

Something that laid so dormant for Vox, yet so patient, finally came out to play. He sighed when you kissed him back.  

You don't remember much of what happened in between. You don't recall your clothing becoming a muddled pile on the floor, or his hands working you through your first climax. You struggled to remember his sweet nothings that were hissed into your temple, his hips claiming your tired body tenderly. He had taken you to a ledge, and you willingly plunged off of it, diving face first into seeking your pleasure. A selfish notion… how very uncharacteristic of Velvette’s hardworking employee! 

When you seemed to regain some of your thoughts, you felt the cool expanse of glass pressing your cheek. Your hands lightly squeaked as you tried pushing your head up... before you were slammed back down. You whined as the TV Star frisked your hair, his other hand bruising your hip. He couldn't help the breathless moan that slipped out as he continued to piston into you. 

Many thoughts swam about your mind as your body recoiled and bounced against the window. 

Would your face be on tabloids across town, your drool and alluring gaze burned into everyone's memory? Would you be able to explain to your supervisor why your appearance became even more rumpled, old tear tracks clinging to your cheeks? Would you be able to play off your ruined voice, cracked and grating like nails on a chalkboard? Oh, how Vox made you scream when you came for the– third… time? By this point, you didn't mind losing count. 

Despite this all, you could only focus clearly on one thing: the fog... The fog that your hot breath created against the glass. The opacity would increase every time his cock plunged in, only to dissipate when he withdrew. The fog almost felt more lewd than the noises that filled the air. The lecherous slapping of skin on skin couldn't compare to embarrassing warmth and condensation that settled on the window. 

You were close. So very close to being fulfilled again. After this grueling month of work-related agony, you were practically owed this. You reach behind yourself and grab onto Vox's tie, yanking him in for a kiss. Initially a little surprised, Vox huffed into your bold move, creating his own in the next breath. He grabbed your right leg, raising and holding it aloft as he lost his rhythm. Your kiss was the missing component to his release, and it was approaching MUCH too quickly. 

You were wracked with the feeling of satisfaction, body locking up during your climax. You greedily sucked on Vox's tongue, swallowing his wanton, heated moans. Your aching, gooey core dribbled with his new release, unable to keep everything inside. That sight may have been as lewd as the condensation, your face unable to keep the heat that rose to your face at bay.

When the two of you parted, Vox released your leg, only to loop his slender arm around your waist. He held you securely as you both slid to the floor, clumsy and spent from your little romp. 

Vox leaned his head against his free arm, panting as he looked down to you and your filth-covered form. Velvette didn't have an eye for this look... but the milky sheen of his release looked especially fitting on your flushed skin. A contrast, a juxtaposition… something so sheer on something so soft and opaque… He would have to find a way to make this a more permanent addition to your wardrobe.

"Fuck me..." he ground out, laughing breathlessly as he came back to his senses. His poor processor fans were whirring loudly, trying to adapt to his temperature change. However, no amount of fans or coolant could relieve the burn in his chest, or the flush that settled over his face. You smile back at him, eyes glassy as you watch him pant and heave above you. 

"I just did. Unless... you need me to help you out again, sir...?" Vox shook his head, chuckling at your tired attempt at flirtation. He didn’t let you linger on the floor for long, bringing you up into his arms like a bride on her honeymoon. 

"I'd rather do what you need for tonight. What can I do to help Velvette's hardworking, doting secretary?"

[starswritingdorm]

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[youreyeson1y]

short n' sweet (mimi's kpop version)

collection of short n' (mostly) sweet fics about my favourite boys !

groups included: enhypen & stray kids

tracklist:

01. taste: student council president!yang jungwon

you can't help but tease your ex's current girlfriend just to get a rise out of her, definitely not because you still have feelings for him.

tracklist to be updated:

02. please please please: jake

03. good graces: seungmin

04. sharpest tool: minho

05. coincidence: niki

06. bed chem: hyunjin

07. espresso: christopher

08. dumb and poetic: sunoo

09. slim pickins:

10. juno:

11. lie to girls: changbin

12. don't smile: heesung

author's note:

hello lovelies ! as a long time fan, sabrina's sns was an instant favourite of mine, so i wanted to do something that incorporated her music <3

some things to remember:

📌as most of the songs depict toxic relationships or talk about relationships that have already ended, but me being an absolute fluff activist, this is to lyk that the fics will not portray the literal meanings of some songs but just the general vibes.

📌and to stay with the theme of short and sweet, the chapters won't be much long (my aim was under 1.5k but then the first part ended up being over 2k 💀) so i'll try to keep the chapters under 2k.

and ofc, why not include the people that have been living rent free in my head these past few months?

this started out as a thought that i needed to write about someone other than chan and because i wanted to experiment with different characteristics and tropes; and honestly i'm obsessed with each and every one of these fics

(since we didn't get the sab x enha collab we deserved, i'm here to serve)

as this is very experimental and a totally new experience for me, i would truly appreciate any form of feedback, constructive criticism or just you ranting about your fav scene <3 every single comment or tag means the world to me and i could really use any form of motivation 💋

anyway, i hope you all enjoy !

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[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 8: put your head on my shoulder! @whumperless-whump-event

migraine / light & sound sensitivity / “i can close the curtains…”

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Archie

whumpee: Simon

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“Simon! I’m here and I have the takeout!” Archie chirped, letting himself into his friend’s apartment. It felt odd not crashing through the window for once.

As he passed the threshold, he was caught a bit off guard by the.. silence.

Simon was not a loud person, not at all, but he always at least had some kind of music playing or TV show on, and he even sometimes hummed his way through tasks around his home.

No, this eery quiet was wrong. It felt off.

“Simon? Did you hear me? I’m here and I have your food! The sooner you get your butt out here, the sooner we get to have our Star Wars marathon!” He repeated, putting a little volume behind his voice.

Then, he heard it. An unmistakeable groan coming from Simon’s bedroom.

“Simon..?”

He set down the bags of takeout on Simon’s small table in the kitchen and padded over to the bedroom door. He tapped a knuckle against it.

“Simon?? I know you’re in thereeee,” Archie teased.

Nothing. No response. Not even a groan like before.

“Dude, if you don’t say something, I’m coming in."

A beat.

Then 2.

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Archie murmured, before pushing open the door.

Suddenly, everything made a little bit more sense.

Illuminated by the afternoon light streaming through Simon’s windows, he opened the door to the sight of his friend curled up in bed, every pillow and blanket pulled around his head. 

He let out a pathetic grunt.

“Could you talk any louder?” Simon muttered, pulling the bedding tighter.

Archie breathed a soft laugh as everything clicked. When he spoke again, he lowered his voice to a whisper.

“How long have you have your migraine so far?” He asked, ignoring Simon’s hostile tone and sitting beside him on the bed.

“…A few hours now..” He mewled, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“That’ll do it,” Archie huffed. “Why aren’t your curtains closed? Can’t imagine the light is helping much..”

“Couldn’t.. I couldn’t get up to close them..” Simon breathed, shuddering at the thought of leaving his cocoon of pillows.

Archie let out another breathy laugh. “And you get angry at me for not calling when I need help..” He murmured, getting up and taking care to shut every curtain tightly. He could see Simon visibly deflate as the piercing light finally let up.

“… I’m sorry..” He said, voice muffled by the pillows.

“Hm?”

Simon lifted his head slightly.

“I’m sorry.. for snapping earlier.. and for ruining the movie marathon..” He whispered.

Archie felt his heart clench in a way that he would have to decipher another time. No, for now, he just sat beside his friend and placed a warm hand on his back.

“Don’t worry. This just means we’ll take a rain check, and the next marathon will be twice as long.”

Simon let out an annoyed groan, but there was no heat behind it. In truth, he couldn’t be more excited.

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[girlatrocity]

I'm half way through killing eve rn and they are literally togachako like this is the ideal togachako dynamic for me it's crazyyyy I need to read a fic like this rn

[sabrinacdaily]

SABRINA CARPENTER for TIME 100 NEXT

[littlemixbums]

SABRINA CARPENTER making movie posters for her music videos>>

[lee-da-vinci]

after months, years within this fandom IVE DONE IT IVE FINALLY CRACKED THE CODE! the secret to writing the perfect fanon bitchy bisexual steve harrington is: it’s not him if you can’t picture what he’s saying as a lyric by Sabrina Carpenter