#y’all I’m genuinely just curious

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[call-me-frosting-or-not-idc]

If I was an animal what kind would I be???

[evansbby]

i remember one time i posted an rpf chris drabble and tagged it as steve rogers (bc i try to use all the tags to get maximum views lmao) and someone said to remove it bc rpf is triggering to them

[mydarlingdahlia]

Laci said Itto would be obsessed with my hair

That’s literally it — that’s all she said. Dropped one text and dipped.

Like girl come back 🤨 Turn around 🤨

You can’t tell me that and then just give me absolutely nothing 🤨

Idk tell me what y’all think lmao

[theriverdalereviewer]

YELLOWJACKET WATCHERS! What are your opinions on Jackie and Shauna

[iiconicxpersona]

Is it just me or does Austin Theory look more swole on instagram than he does on tv?

[sterredem]

GIRLFRIEND?!

Olivia Rodrigo x Fem!Ferrari!Driver!Reader

Face claim Pinterest girls

Warning not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary When you try to hard launch your relationship it seems to be that no one believes you.

Part 2

A/N I like this a lot. It is a bit lengthy but I love it. Also I removed Carlos Sainz because I needed a place and Ferrari was the best with the options. So the reader will replace him.

Also I tried something new with writing for a girl so lmk know if you want more fem!driver x famous girl fics!

I hope y’all like it!

Don’t forget to Repost, comment and give Feadback! It helps a lot!

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OliviaRodrigo Thank you so much Antwerp you were a dream! Amsterdam here we come!

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Conangray She’s on the moon!

OliviaRodrigo 🌕🌙

SabrinaCarpenter Pop princess

OliviaRodrigo Says you

Yourusername Wow what a beauty

Yourusername Loved seeing you! Liked by author

User1 I GOT TO SEE YOU!

User2 Anyone saw Y/n’s deleted comments?!

User3 OMG YES! I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ME!

User4 god, she’s hot

User5 Wait Y/n went? How she has a race tomorrow?!

User6 multitasking queen

User7 I love you💜

User8 I love her friendship with other singers💕

User9 How does she know Y/n? I am genuinely curious because I love them both.

User10 They met through Gracie because Gracie and Y/n went to the same school and then Gracie introduced them. Now they are really good friends

User12 I LOVED THE SHOW!

User13 you killed it!

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Yourusername Had a great time at the GUTS Tour! Thank you so much for the invite liv!Also some pictures with Ferrari stud bc I drive cars or something…

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OliviaRodrigo I’m glad you enjoyed it! Liked by author

OliviaRodrigo You are so hot

Charles_Leclerc …Driving cars or something????

Charles_Leclerc also don’t we have a race tomorrow?

Yourusername Yes! But I can multitask!

Scuderia_Ferrari … were glad you enjoyed your time…? And good that you wore the jacket and posted your car…?

Yourusername Exactly!

User1 OMG YOU ARE A LIVIE?!

Yourusername YES! Always and forever!

User2 LIV?!?! WHAT IS THIS?!

User3 OMG I STOOD NEXT TO YOU!!

User4 Love the outfit!

User5 anyone see Olivia’s deleted comments liked by 1.837 others

User6 Not the thing about the cars😂 so unserious🤣

User7 I love you!

User8 Aren’t you tired? You have media day tomorrow and the day after FP1 and FP2

Yourusername As I said ✨multisasking✨

User9 I love her friendship with Olivia!

User10 SHE WENT TO THE TOUR?!

User11 she really is a girls girl

User12 not the work with fun😂

User13 IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!

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Yourusername Forza Ferrari! A little photo dump of Imola before Monaco. Saw a lot of red, but it suits me so that’s a plus.

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Scuderia_Ferrari Forza Ferrari!

Charles_Leclerc Red!

User1 gorgeous

User2 Why is Olivia liking a post that has nothing to do with her?!

User3 prolly because they are friends

User4 Good luck in Monaco!

User5 ❤️

User6 P5! In the points!

User7 So happy to see more women in motorsports!

User8 What do you think about Charles adopting Oscar?

User9 You’re so pretty!

User10 Red does really looks good on you!

User11 good luck this weekend!

User12 I love the GenZ energy

User13 Favourite driver ever

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Yourusername P3🏆 happy with the results and very happy for Charles and the team! Congratulations!

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Charles_Leclerc couldn’t have done it without you!

Scuderia_Ferrari A grat race again Y/n!

OliviaRodrigo Great job! Liked by author

User1 P3!

User2 Great job! Ready for the next posium!

User3 Olivia is earlier than me and I have notifications on?!

User4 so true! I love their friendship!

User5 Our racing queen!

User6 💜💕❤️

User7 not her petting a picture of her and Olivia in her racing post😂

User8 she’s so pretty!

User9 She looked so happy!

User10 Anyone know why she was giggling on her phone so much?!

User11 maybe she has a boyfriend?!

User12 OMG THAT WOULD BE SO AMAZING!!

User13 Were up for a great season!

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Yourusername Had a fun time. Met this girl, she kept following me around, her name is Olivia or something… she is cool I guess. Did some cool things, visited some cool places. Being aesthetic and all…

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OliviaRodrigo Mean?!

Yourusername Who are you again?

User1 I love their friendship your honour

Charles_Leclerc I am just going to be silent and not ask what is happening in those pictures

Yourusername That’s great

User2 the caption😂

User3 Very aesthetic indeed👍

User4 I love them😍

User6 Hotttttt

User7 Paris and Ferrari, the best combination!

User8 museum twice, painting picnic AND Paris?! What is going on?!

User9 is it just me or does this look like a date…?

User10 OMG YOURE RIGHT! AND ALSO THE INSTA STORY!

User11 Seriously? They’re just friends and they both don’t like girls

User12 they’re so pretyyyyyyyy

User13 💕💜❤️😍

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Yourusername I alsways love hanging out with the best people in my life. And this is an other instance of that. I loved hanging out with you @OliviaRodrigo. Thank you for being there for me💕

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OliviaRodrigo I love hanging out with you too💕 I will always be there for you💜❤️

Yourusername 💕💜❤️

User1 Them using each other’s colours😭😭

User2 I love their friendship!

User3 awwwww

User4 they are friendship goals

User5 so pretty

User6 friendship dates are the best!

User7 so cute

User8 why does this kind of look like a soft/hard launch?!?!

User9 It really doesn’t. They are just posting about their friendship, she even said it in the caption!

Charles_Leclerc 🤦‍♂️

Yourusername shut up

User10 wait what happened?!

User11 why does this kind of look like a couple??

User12 gorgeous women liked by author and OliviaRodrigo

User13 In love with both

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OliviaRodrigo A little break between shows and city’s 💜💕❤️ happy to be home

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Yourusername You’re so hot🥵

SabrinaCarpenter Hope you enjoy your brake! Liked by author

User1 Friendship goals!!

User2 They are the cutest friends ever!

User3 Her wearing red is so cute! Girls supporting girls!

User4 I love them!

User5 the 5th picture🥵

User6 anyone saw Y/n’s deleted comment???

User7 I thought it was just me’

User8 Again this really looks like a hard/soft launch!!

User9It doesn’t!!!

User10 I hope you enjoy your brake! You deserve it!

User11 not her calling Y/n her home 🥲

User12 the 4th pic is so cute!!

Yourusername 🤦‍♀️ liked by author

User13 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

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Yourusername I had an amazing time with MY GIRLFRIEND and I really enjoys the break. You are my person, my others half. Even if the entire word things we are just best friends EVEN WHEN WE SOFT LAUNCH AND HARD LAUNCH. I love you very much and I am very happy to have you in my life. 💜💕❤️

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OliviaRodrigo Gorgeous girl, my girl, MY GIRLFRIEND

Yourusername always and forever

Charles_Leclerc Finally!! It took long enough!

Yourusername so true!

SabrinaCarpenter So happy for you two!

Yourusername Thank you Sab - me and liv

GracieAbrams Don’t forget you met through me!

Yourusername We could never

OliviaRodrigo Yeah cause Gracie keeps telling us

User1 I love them already

ConanGray Now I can finally post all the photos of you two!

OliviaRodrigo Please do!

Scuderia_Ferrari so happy for you two!

Landonorris does this mean I can get tickets??

Yourusername no

Lilymhe Why wasn’t I informed about this? I thought we were friends!

Yourusername we are! I’m sorry but almost no one on the grid knows! Can I make it better with GUTS tickets…?

Lilymhe …yes. You are forgiven after I have gone to the concert

OliviaRodrigo and where is my opinion in this?

Yourusername with mine

OliviaRodrigo Of course my love

Lilymhe I love y’all already

User2 ONG WHAT?!?!

User3 So they were trying to tell us this whole time???…

Yourusername yes

OliviaRodrigo yes

Charles_Leclerc yes

SabrinaCarpenter yes

ConanGray yes

GracieAbrams yes

User3 OMG HI!

User4 SO CUTE!

User5 Hottest couple for real

User6 wait so how long were you two together??

Yourusername Around 1 year. Our anniversary was on the 3 year anniversary of SOUT

User7 WAIT. so you got together on 2 years SOUR?! Cute!

OliviaRodrigo Yes!

User8 I was right!!!!!!

Yourusername and the only one at that

User9 I’m so sorry!

User10 your girlfriends hot

User11 cutest couple ever

User12 I DID NOT expect this

User13 THIS IS WHY THEY USE THE EMOJIS! Red is for Y/n purple is for Olivia and the pink hards of two is for them together! Liked by author

User13 SHE LIKED

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[nervoussagittarius]

DATING CHRIS STURNIOLO HEADCANNONS

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: suggestive and fluffy

☼ chris is always filling you in on new ideas he has. whether its for fresh love or it’s for anything he does with his brother. he’s scared to admit it but your easily his muse and he loves being able to tell you how you inspired a project or video

☼ chris’s love language is physical touch. he always has to be touching you in some way shape or from. although he loves being near you, he understands if you need to have your personal space for a little bit, so he always asks if he can touch you after these times. but it’s hard to get him to stop after he starts

☼ chris loves having physical touch given to him as well. he will never turn down any form of touch. like stated above, he understands when you need your space but that doesn’t stop him from craving your affection in these moments

☼chris likes to stay on top of everything going on in your life. he wants the vlogs and texts about what you’re up to. he doesn’t do it in a controlling way. he’s genuinely just curious and loves supporting and congratulating the little things. his responses usually look like “i’m so happy your food turned out good baby. thanks for vlogging the process for me”

☼ chris loves making you laugh. he’s such an unserious man. any chance he has to see your smile is what he lives for. nothing will stop him from cracking a joke even in the most inappropriate times

★ chris loves pda. he wants to kiss you and hug you when he’s out and about. he’s not afraid to slap your ass or grab your neck a little out in public so people know you’re his

☼ chris wants to go everywhere with you. doesn’t matter. it could be the littlest errand but he’s passenger princessing his way there

☼ chris might not have his license, but if you do, he refuses to ask you for rides. unless y’all have plans to go somewhere or he goes with you when you have to go out, he’s not asking you to drive him anywhere. he doesn’t ever want to be a burden because he knows sometimes you really just don’t want to drive. so he’ll ask matt even if you’re right next to him and it annoys you because you’re always willing to take him out.

☼ chris is a huge follower of the sidewalk rule. he loves going on walks with you when the weathers nice but he blocks you from the road at all times. doesn’t matter if there’s something you want to see or if you’re trying to cross the street, he’s holding you hand and pushing you away from being anywhere near the road.

☼ chris isn’t big on cheesy dates. he doesn’t really want to go sit at a restaurant or do any of the basic stuff seen in romcoms. he wants to go have adventures and have have spontaneous fun. he’s never one to plan dates he likes to turn random day to day activities into big events

☼ chris loves being a little spoon and he loves being held. he often just crawls into you when your sitting or laying down. he’ll take your arms and wrap them around him so you have no choice but to hold him. bonus points if you play with his hair or rub his back

★ chris hates sleeping alone. he doesn’t care where you are, if he wants to sleep he’s finding you so you can lay with him. especially after sex he just wants to be next to you so he knows you’re okay

☼ chris makes sure he has your favorite drinks stocked for when you come over. he knows how sad he feels when he runs out of pepsi so he doesn’t want you to have to experience that

☼ chris gets hangry really easily. once he’s hungry he needs to eat immediately or he can’t control his words or actions. he’s known to do stuff he doesn’t mean when he’s hungry so you know not to take it to heart

★ chris will always apologize first. it might take him a few minutes to get his head out of his ass, but it doesn’t matter the situation or the argument or which one of you was in the right or wrong, he’s saying sorry. the last thing he wants is to prolong something that can be easily fixed with an apology. he’s a firm believer of never going to bed angry and he loves make up sex to really prove he feels bad

☼ chris is never letting you listen to your music, but he will incorporate your songs into his playlists. he loves being on aux and he thinks he’s the king of it. always has some good tunes playing

an: i don’t know what happened here but the words just kept coming ig

[sevikasupremacy]

HI CAN YOU PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP DO rockstar! Reader x secret fan! Sevika. And like reader goes out in disguise and meets sevika then they became friends for like months and sevika has no clue who reader is and like reader accidentally sees sevs like little merch of her and ofc there has to be a dramatic identity reveal and sevika just being weak in the knees. And reader teasing her. Im so normal about ehr.

OOOOO THIS IS SUCH A FUN AND INTERESTING CONCEPT I’M ALREADY LOVING IT ♥️

SecretFan!Sevika x Rockstar!Reader

➼ Sevika’s a hardcore stan let me tell you that

➼ She loves everything about you. The way you held your electric guitar, the way you run your fingers through your hair when you sang your heart out. She just knows that you love your job. Your passion for music was something that drew her in.

➼ The way your shirt sticks to your body whenever you sweat after your concert ahem—

➼ Sevika would spend hours listening to your album on repeat. She’s beating up some people? She’ll blast your music on full volume. She’s cleaning her house? Full blast. Washing the dishes? Full blast. She’s falling asleep? FULL BLAST.

➼ Sevika can still remember the first time she attended your concert.

➼ And fuck was she mesmerized.

➼ The way you engaged with your audience, raising your microphone up in the air, letting them sing some of your parts.

➼ She also remembered when you jumped off the stage to get closer to the crowd, your hand extending as you walked past everyone, letting them hold your hand.

➼ She can tell that you genuinely love your fans. The way you smiled at each one of them as you walked past.

➼ What made Sevika loves you more was when you come across this crying fan and you didn’t hesitate to lean in and wipe her tears before hugging her.

➼ God she wish that woman was her.

➼ Honestly the two of you meeting was a coincidence (or maybe destiny)

➼ You always remembered to cover up every time you went out (just because almost everyone can recognize you).

➼ But somehow that attracted Sevika’s attention.

➼ The two of you happened to bump into each other at this marketplace.

➼ And that changed EVERYTHING.

➼ Because now, Sevika was finding herself intrigued by this stranger.

➼ You both would spend hours talking and joking around with each other.

➼ Y’all invade each other’s personal spaces a lot too ;)

➼ Sevika won’t admit it but she loves how her new friend dresses so mysteriously.

➼ But that also means she was curious to how you actually looked like.

➼ Now the two of you constantly saw each other.

➼ And that was when you finally noticed a little metallic keychain hanging from Sevika’s belt.

➼ And it was your electric guitar keychain with your engraved signature on it.

➼ You couldn’t help but giggle every time you saw her holding it and admiring its design.

➼ It took you a while to build up that courage and tell her who you were.

➼ But casually telling her wasn’t entertaining enough. So you decided to send a text.

➼ “You’re coming to the concert tonight right?”

➼ “Yeah. Where we meeting?”

➼ You’ll send a picture of the seating map to her.

➼ “Here.”

➼ “Why tf would we meet on the stage? What are you, their backup singer?”

➼ Oh Sevika, if only you knew.

➼ The concert was as amazing as ever, but Sevika was disappointed that her friend wasn’t there to enjoy it with her.

➼ After the final performance, the crowd lingered for a while to admire their idols before eventually heading out.

➼ “Still at the concert?”

➼ “No shit.”

➼ “Ok great now climb up onto the stage.”

➼ “Are you fucking with me?”

➼ "Come on, Sevika." As soon as Sevika heard the familiar voice, she quickly looked up to see her favorite rockstar, a wide grin on her face.

➼ "Stop staring at me like that and get up here!" You extended your hand but Sevika was still trying to process what was happening.

➼ Even though that moment happened years ago, Sevika still finds herself staring at you in awe, unable to believe that the rockstar of her dreams is sitting right in front of her.

[fixated-on-something]

Ykw

This too

I added an “it’s complicated” button this time!!!

I’d like to see where y’all stand

[endomentendo]

Hello! I just wanted to pop in and tell you your art is incredible and I always look forward to you posting! Your Wonderland AU is so creative and fun! Your Magnus AU got me curious about the podcast and I've started listening to it! Thank you for sharing your skill and passion with us! You're awesome!

PS- have a snail🐌 (I couldn't find any slugs)

I just want to say thank you all for those who stuck around, those who enjoy what I post. I feared that I wasn’t producing anything of value, living up to greater artists of talent. My friends deserve the love and treatment that y’all are so amazingly giving.

I’m still learning to appreciate and love myself, and it’s thanks to my family, friends, you, that I’m wanting to learn to grow better. I love you all, genuinely thank you so much. You guys deserve so much of the best and love, I’ll make sure of that to the best of my ability ❤️.

[childrenofcain-if]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing well, I absolutely love all your Wips especially WLB! I hope this question doesn’t come across as weird or anything but I was curious if we’d be able to break up Elias and his new girlfriend? I do remember you said once Elias would choose MC over everything else, does it also apply to this?(Not that I have anything against her, it’s just if she does actually end up being C’s mom I genuinely don’t think I’d be able to continue their route if Elias stays with their mom😭😭)

y’all, i promise you won’t have to worry about this 😭 i’m seeing such a surge in panic amongst C lovers, but louise and elias can’t really stand each other. the only reason they’d probably be playing nice is if they’re in-laws in the future.

[betty-boop-lips-05]

For us Black/POC readers, is it just me or does it annoy the hell out of you when you see something in a fic that doesn’t reach out to other races/ethnic backgrounds? To be specific, I’m talking about when the writer as well as the reader is clearly white/meant for white readers. This may be offensive to white writers but why say “your pink nipples, place skin”, etc. Plenty of people of color have spoken about this on this here app, but I felt I should add my two cents in. Like, I’m genuinely curious; is it that hard to just leave the reader’s appearance ambiguous so everyone can enjoy the story and envision themselves? Idk man, this conversation is like a repetitive music player or whatever it’s called. What do y’all think?

[jhyoos]

REBEL GIRL

rockstar sevika x influencer reader

Chapter 9: Shitfaced

summary : (y/n) goes to visit her family in New York before having to leave.

mentions : fluff, modern au, fame au, very suggestive smut, partying, drinking, smoking, family being supportive, my horrible attempts at writing very mild smut

notes: one more chapter to go y’all…so I made this one as long as I could. 😝

After the concert, you stepped out of the VIP section, weaving through the crowd on your way backstage. A couple of security guards flanked you, ensuring your path was clear. Just as you reached the corridor leading to the backstage area, you heard someone call your name.

Curious, you turned around and saw a group of girls standing nearby. They were decked out in Shattered Souls merch, clutching posters and their phones, some already recording. Their excitement was palpable. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should approach, but their bright smiles encouraged you to walk over.

“Hi,” you greeted with a warm smile.

One of the girls wasted no time and blurted, “Is it true you’re dating Sevika?”

Her boldness caught you off guard, but you managed to keep your composure. “Wow, straight to the point,” you said with a small laugh. “I mean�� yeah, you could say that.”

The group erupted in a mix of reactions—gasps, squeals, and murmurs of surprise and excitement.

“You’re so pretty. No wonder Sevika is with you,” one of them said, her voice full of admiration.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Oh, thank you so much,” you replied, genuinely touched.

“Can you sign my poster?” another girl asked, holding out a Sharpie and a glossy band poster.

You hesitated, glancing at the poster. “Are you sure you want me to? I’m not even in the band,” you said, chuckling nervously.

“Yes, I’m sure!” the girl insisted, nodding eagerly.

With a small smile, you took the Sharpie and carefully signed your name in a corner, trying not to ruin the pristine artwork. “Alright, there you go,” you said, handing it back.

As soon as the first autograph was given, the other girls chimed in, asking you to sign their posters, shirts, and even their arms. You obliged, feeling a mix of awkwardness and flattery.

“I hope you guys enjoyed the concert,” you told them with a grin as you handed the last poster back.

As you were talking to the group of girls, their chatter suddenly shifted into excited screams. You caught bits of their words—“Oh my god, it’s Sevika!” and “Can I get an autograph?”—and turned to see what the commotion was about. There she was, walking toward you, radiating confidence and presence in a way that made everything around her fade.

“Damn…” you muttered under your breath, unable to stop yourself from staring. You saw her on that stage…but face to face was a different story. She wore a tight black compression shirt cropped just enough to show off the intricate tattoos running along her stomach and arms, paired with jeans that fit her perfectly, accentuating her v-line. A choker wrapped snugly around her neck, complementing her edgy look. Her hair was pulled back into a man bun, showing off her numerous ear piercings, her undercut and the eyebrow piercing that made her even more striking.

You frowned slightly when you noticed the cigarette hanging from her mouth. You hated when she smoked, but you decided to let it slide, considering the fans were watching and you didn’t want to make a scene.

Her voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Is this what took you so long?” Sevika asked, the cigarette bouncing slightly as she spoke.

“I couldn’t just ignore them,” you replied, gesturing toward the eager fans.

She smirked and took the Sharpie out of your hand before grabbing a few of their posters. Without skipping a beat, she began signing them, her movements casual but deliberate.

“You guys are so good together,” one of the fans said, and a few others chimed in, agreeing enthusiastically.

Sevika’s smirk deepened, and for a split second, you almost lost your footing. That look of hers had a way of making you feel weak in the knees. “Thanks,” she said smoothly, handing the signed posters back. Then she looked at the group and added, “If you don’t mind, we both gotta head out.”

The fans groaned softly but nodded, clearly thrilled with the brief interaction.

Sevika slid a hand to the small of your back, her touch firm yet gentle, and started guiding you toward the backstage entrance. One of the guards stationed there opened the door for you both, giving Sevika a quick nod of acknowledgment.

Once inside, the noise of the crowd quieted behind the thick doors. Sevika flicked the cigarette out of her mouth into a nearby ashtray and turned to you with a teasing grin. “You were really soaking up the attention out there, huh?”

“Jealous?” you teased back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, leaning down to kiss your temple. “But they’re right, you know. We are good together.”

Her words left a warm flutter in your chest as you made your way further backstage, Sevika’s hand still firmly on your back, as if she was silently reminding you—and everyone else—that you were hers.

“Who styled you today? You look really good,” you asked, admiring Sevika as you walked together.

She smirked and leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, slow kiss that left your head spinning. When she pulled back, her voice was smooth and low. “I styled myself. Stylist couldn’t make it.”

“Dress like this more. It shows off everything just the way I like it,” you teased, grinning up at her.

“And what do you like about it?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stepped closer, closing the gap between you.

“That your muscles pop out, your v-line, and your piercings, and that undercut,” you said, biting your lip before adding with a playful smirk, “God… I’d let you fuck me right here if we could.”

Sevika raised an eyebrow at your boldness, her grin widening. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” she murmured, her voice laced with temptation as she moved in closer.

Before you could respond, Jinx burst into the room with her usual dramatic timing. “You guys are not fucking in here,” she interrupted, shooting both of you a pointed look as she grabbed the last of her things. “Now let’s go, please. I wanna see my man.”

You laughed and playfully pushed Sevika away. “You heard the woman. Let’s go,” you said, shaking your head.

Sevika rolled her eyes but chuckled, grabbing her gear. You walked over to Jinx, helping her with the last few items. Together, the three of you carried everything out, loading it onto the bus waiting outside. Sevika stayed close behind you the entire time, her hand occasionally brushing against yours, as if she couldn’t help but stay connected.

Jinx glanced at the two of you, rolling her eyes with a grin. “You two are so obvious it’s disgusting,” she said with a laugh before hopping onto the bus.

The following morning, you decided to visit your family before flying back to California. The band’s tour would continue, but a major sponsorship opportunity had come up, one you couldn’t afford to pass on. You also felt that being around Sevika 24/7 might end up distracting her, especially since she couldn’t seem to keep her hands—or her mouth—off of you since you two started dating.

After packing a bag full of gifts, you hailed a taxi to your childhood home. The snow outside glittered under the morning sun, and you felt a familiar warmth bubbling inside you despite the chill. When you reached the house, you took a moment to soak it all in before knocking on the door.

It swung open, revealing your mother, who immediately gasped and pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh, my baby,” she said, her voice cracking as happy tears spilled from her eyes. She pulled back, holding your arms as she looked you over.

“You’ve gotten so skinny!” she said, frowning slightly. “Come inside—I’ll fatten you up.” She tugged you in, closing the door behind you.

“Ryan! RYAN! Our baby is here!” she shouted into the house.

You couldn’t help but snort at her yelling, and moments later, your father came rushing down the stairs, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Oh… my angel,” he said, wrapping you in a firm hug.

Before you could respond, you heard the familiar sound of tiny paws on the floor. Your childhood yorkie, Sammie, came barreling toward you, tail wagging furiously.

“Oh, my sweet boy!” you cooed, scooping him up and peppering his face with kisses before setting him gently on the couch.

“How long can you stay?” your mom asked eagerly, her hands still on your shoulders as if she didn’t want to let you go.

You gave her an apologetic smile. “You know I can’t stay long, Ma. But I’ll be back for Easter—I wouldn’t miss the family reunion for anything.”

You gestured toward the bag you’d brought, grinning. “But I brought some things for you guys.”

The next few minutes were filled with excited gasps and heartfelt thank-yous as you handed out the gifts. Your mom beamed when she saw the expensive jacket and heated blanket, immediately hugging both to her chest. Your dad was equally thrilled with his jacket, blanket, and new work boots, which he joked would make him the envy of the entire construction site. Even Sammie wasn’t left out—he barked happily when you gave him a new dog bed, tiny sweaters, and treats specially made for his fragile teeth.

The biggest gift, however, was when you handed your parents your black card. “Use this to pay off anything you need—bills, repairs, whatever,” you said firmly.

Your mom teared up again, hugging you tightly, while your dad gave you a proud smile and ruffled your hair.

As you all sat down in the living room, Sammie curled up on your lap, your mom brought up something you’d half-expected. “So… we saw the news,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. “About you and that girl—what’s her name? Sevika?”

You chuckled, feeling a little shy but knowing they’d be supportive. “Yeah, her name’s Sevika. We’re together now.”

Your mom’s eyes lit up, and your dad nodded approvingly. “Well, you’ve dated girls before, so it’s not exactly a shock. But this one… she seems like a strong woman,” your dad said with a smile.

“She is,” you replied, thinking back to Sevika’s no-nonsense attitude and her unwavering confidence. “She’s… amazing, honestly. A little rough around the edges, but she’s got a good heart.”

Your mom grinned. “Well, if she makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

“She does,” you said softly, your heart swelling with warmth at their approval.

Your dad gave you a sly smile. “Just don’t let her scare off the family at Easter.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll keep her in check, I promise.”

The rest of the visit was spent catching up, sharing stories, and enjoying the comfort of home—a brief but much-needed reminder of where you came from and the love that surrounded you.

You let the moment sink in, warmth spreading through you as you felt the love and acceptance from your parents. But then, their words fully registered, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Wait—what? You want her to come to the reunion?” you asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Your parents exchanged a look before nodding in unison, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Finn came for the two years you two were together… so why not Sevika?” your mom asked, her tone light but curious.

You blinked at her, caught off guard by the comparison. “Fuck… because of Grandpa,” you blurted out, your voice tinged with frustration. “He’s very homophobic. And Sevika has a short temper.”

Your dad shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Just ignore him. He’s old-fashioned, that’s all,” he said, as though that excused your grandfather’s behavior.

You shot him a skeptical look. “Old-fashioned? He told me I was going to hell when I brought Finn to Thanksgiving just because he had tattoos and piercings. And that was before Finn even said a single word to him. Imagine what he says when a tall, masculine woman, with tattoos and piercings comes into the room.”

Your mom waved a hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter what Grandpa thinks. You’re our child, and you’re always welcome to bring whoever makes you happy. Sevika included.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you weighed their words. The idea of introducing Sevika to your extended family—especially your grandfather—felt like opening a can of worms. But at the same time, you didn’t want to hide her away like some kind of secret.

Finally, you took a deep breath, letting it out in a long exhale. “Fine,” you said reluctantly. “I’ll invite her.”

Your mom beamed, clearly pleased with your decision. “Good! I’m sure she’ll do great. Besides, your cousins will love her.”

You weren’t sure whether that was comforting or terrifying, but you nodded anyway, already mentally preparing for the chaos Easter was bound to bring.

When you returned to the hotel, the warm hum of music greeted you as you pushed the door open. Inside, Sevika was perched on the couch, her guitar resting against her lap as her fingers skillfully strummed a melody. The rest of the band was scattered around the room—Caitlyn scribbling in a notebook, Vi tapping out a rhythm on the edge of the coffee table, and Jinx lounging on the floor, absently humming along. It was clear they were deep into working on new material, their faces a mix of concentration and quiet intensity.

“I’m back,” you announced, stepping into the room and setting your bag down by the door.

“Welcome back,” they all said in unison, their voices subdued but warm.

You paused, glancing around at their expressions. The energy in the room was heavy—bittersweet, no doubt because your departure was looming. You knew they felt it just as much as you did. Not wanting to let the mood linger, you clapped your hands together, a mischievous smile spreading across your face.

“Do you guys maybe wanna go clubbing one last time before I have to leave?” you asked, your tone light and inviting.

Caitlyn looked up from her notebook, her brows arching with interest. “Of course,” she said, her voice cutting through the somber atmosphere.

“Good,” you said, grinning as you stepped further into the room. “Because I know the perfect place we can go. It’s gonna be a night to remember.”

Jinx perked up instantly, her energy flipping like a switch. “Ohhh, I’m in! I need to blow off some steam anyway.” She hopped to her feet, practically bouncing with excitement.

Vi leaned back in her chair, a sly grin on her face. “A night out with you is always interesting. I’m down.”

Sevika’s eyes met yours from where she sat, her fingers still lightly brushing over the strings of her guitar. She smirked. “If you’re leading, I’ll follow. Just don’t get us into too much trouble.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “No promises.”

As the mood in the room lifted, the band started to come alive with chatter and excitement, tossing out ideas for what to wear and speculating on what kind of place you were taking them to. Sevika set her guitar aside, standing and stretching before walking over to you.

“Got anything fancy in mind for tonight, or are we going full chaos mode?” she teased, her tone low and playful.

You leaned up to whisper, “Why not both?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “That’s dangerous.”

With plans set and spirits high, everyone began to scatter, grabbing their things and getting ready for the night ahead. You felt a spark of excitement yourself, knowing this would be a perfect sendoff—not just for you, but for all of you as a group.

You took your time getting ready that evening, pulling the delicate black mesh top over your head and adjusting the shredded, figure-hugging skirt to perfection. The ensemble highlighted every curve while maintaining a bold, edgy vibe. After ensuring your makeup was flawless, with smoky eyes and deep plum lipstick, you slipped on a pair of heels that completed the look. Checking yourself in the mirror, you nodded in approval. Tonight, you were all in.

The sound of the shower stopped, followed by the soft padding of feet as Sevika stepped out of the bathroom. The moment you turned to look, your breath hitched. She was wearing a black, tight-fitting crop top with a daring cutout that framed her cleavage, paired with low-rise black cargo pants and her signature black boots. Her damp hair was styled into a loose man bun, showcasing her sharp features and confident stance.

Sevika paused mid-step, her eyes drinking you in with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. “Damn,” she muttered, her lips curving into a sly grin as she closed the distance between you. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

Before you could respond, she pulled you close, her lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Her calloused hands rested on your hips, and the faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air. You melted into her embrace, letting yourself be consumed by her touch until you gently pushed against her chest. “Sev,” you murmured, breaking the kiss, “this lipstick is kiss-proof, not face-sucking-proof.”

Sevika chuckled, her smirk widening as her thumb brushed along your jawline. “Noted. But don’t blame me if I lose all control tonight.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing your clutch. “Let’s just make it to the club first.”

Before you and Sevika headed out the door to meet the others downstairs, you grabbed her arm, halting her in her tracks. She turned to you with a slight frown, her confusion evident.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone cautious but curious.

“Easter,” you said simply, biting your lip as you tried to find the right words.

Her eyebrow quirked up. “What about Easter?”

You took a deep breath, your fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of your sweater. “My family has this huge reunion that day here in New York. They bring everyone—girlfriends, boyfriends, close friends, the whole nine yards. My parents… they want you to come,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady.

Sevika’s other eyebrow joined the first, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Nice to know they like me,” she said with a smirk. Then her head tilted slightly. “But, baby, that’s not for another four months. Why are you telling me this now?”

You let out a small laugh, feeling a bit silly for bringing it up so early. “Just so you can put it on your calendar. You know, block the date or whatever,” you said, flashing her a small, shy smile.

Her smirk softened into a fond grin, and she cupped your cheek for a brief moment. “Of course, I’m coming. Wouldn’t miss it,” she said confidently before dropping her hand back to her side.

“Let’s go before they leave us,” she added, intertwining her fingers with yours and tugging you toward the door.

With a final glance back at the room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything, you followed her downstairs to join the others. The energy was already buzzing as the group prepped for a night of clubbing, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease knowing Sevika had agreed to meet your family, even if the thought of introducing her to your grandfather still made your stomach twist.

When you arrived at the club, the place was buzzing, packed wall-to-wall just like the old days when you’d sneak in as a college student. The line to get inside snaked around the block, but you weren’t about to wait. Without a second thought, you weaved your way through the crowd, earning a mix of side-eyes and grumbles from the people in line.

“Excuse me, sorry, coming through,” you mumbled as you squeezed past, flashing polite smiles at anyone who gave you a dirty look.

Behind you, the others stood in stunned silence, watching you bulldoze through like you owned the place. Sevika shook her head with a smirk and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, as the others exchanged hesitant glances.

Finally, you reached the front of the line, coming face-to-face with two familiar faces: the same security guards who used to let you and your broke college friends in after you promised to bring them food. One of them squinted at you, his face lighting up with recognition.

“Well, if it isn’t the superstar!” he boomed, giving you a playful ruffle of your perfectly styled hair. “I remember when you were nothing but a broke college student sneaking in here!”

You swatted his hand away with an annoyed huff, quickly smoothing your hair back into place. “C’mon, can you let me in already? I’ve got a valid ID now—and so do my friends back there,” you said, jerking your thumb toward the group still lingering at the back of the line.

The guard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, before breaking into a grin. “Of course, of course. You being here will definitely get us more business tonight,” he said as he unhooked the velvet rope and held the door open for you.

You turned back and waved at the group, motioning for them to follow. Sevika pushed off the wall immediately, striding forward without hesitation, while the others hesitated briefly before trailing behind her.

As soon as you stepped inside, the pounding bass of the music washed over you, the heat of the packed club hitting you like a wave. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and faint traces of expensive perfume.

Before you could even fully take in your surroundings, a tray of shots was shoved into your hands. The bartender grinned at you from across the counter, shouting something you could barely hear over the music.

You smirked, already feeling the adrenaline coursing through you. This night was going to be a blur—of drinks, dancing, and undoubtedly some trouble. You glanced over at Sevika, who had already claimed her first drink of the night, her sharp eyes scanning the room like she owned the place.

Yeah, you were getting fucked up tonight—in more ways than one. 

The night was wild, and the drinks had long since gone to your head. You and Caitlyn, in your usual drunken mischief, had taken over the club. Jinx joined the chaos this time, amping up the energy. Every time one of your favorite songs blared through the speakers, the three of you clambered onto tables or stages, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

Your balance was nonexistent, and your vision swam with colors and faces that blurred together. But even through the haze, one figure stood out like a lighthouse in a storm: Sevika. She was leaning casually against the wall with Vi, her sharp eyes scanning the club while she nursed a glass of whiskey.

Everything seemed perfect—until you noticed the girl.

She was tall and confident, sidling up to Sevika and leaning in far too close. Her hand rested on Sevika’s arm, her lips moving as she whispered something into Sevika's ear. Your heart sank, a fire sparking in your chest as you watched. Those were your arms she was touching. That was your girl.

The crowd around you swayed and cheered, but all you could focus on was Sevika and that stranger. Without thinking, you waved down a random guy in the crowd. “Hey! Can you help me down?”

He looked uncertain but nodded, grabbing you gently by the waist and lowering you off the table. Your legs wobbled beneath you, and you nearly stumbled, but determination propelled you forward. You pushed your way through the sea of people, muttering apologies as you bumped into shoulders and spilled a few drinks along the way.

Sevika spotted you almost immediately. She brushed off the girl without hesitation, her steely gaze softening when she saw your tipsy form struggling toward her. By the time you got close, she stepped in, grabbing your arm to steady you before you could faceplant into someone.

“What’s my pretty girl doing?” she asked, her low voice almost drowned out by the music. She pulled you close, her arm wrapping securely around your waist.

“I came to see what you were doing with that bimbo,” you answered bluntly, your intoxicated state stripping away any filter as you glared at the girl as she rolled her eyes and walked away.

Sevika let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Nothing. I rejected her. I’m yours, baby.”

“Mine?” you asked, a sly smile creeping across your lips as your fingers toyed with the collar of her shirt.

“Yeah,” she murmured, leaning in closer. “And you’re mine.”

She sealed her promise with a kiss, her lips capturing yours in a way that made your knees even weaker than they already were. You melted into her, your arms wrapping around her neck as you leaned into the kiss, deepening it without a care for the people around you.

With a laugh, you practically pounced on her, your legs wrapping around her waist. Sevika caught you effortlessly, her hands finding purchase—one on your thigh, the other firmly gripping your ass. She pulled back slightly, smirking at your flushed face and needy expression.

“Jesus, you two fuck like rabbits,” Vi called out loudly, rolling her eyes as she walked past. Her voice was just loud enough to cut through the music and reach your ears.

You glanced over Sevika’s shoulder in time to see Vi shaking her head before disappearing into the crowd, likely heading off to find Caitlyn and get up to the same kind of trouble.

You didn’t care, though. Your focus was locked on Sevika, her whiskey-scented breath brushing against your cheek as she whispered, “Let’s see how long you can stay on me this time.”

The next thing you knew, you were pressed up against the wall of an empty bathroom stall, your lips crashing against Sevika’s in a heated kiss. Her hands gripped your waist tightly as if anchoring you to her. The scent of whiskey on her breath mixed with the faint smell of your own perfume, a heady combination that made you lightheaded.

Sevika pulled back slightly, her lips trailing down to your neck. She found that sweet spot that made your knees buckle, sucking gently while her hand moved to steady you. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured against your skin. “Every time I see you, it’s like you’re even more gorgeous than the last time.”

Her words made your chest tighten in the best way. You tugged on her jacket, making her look at you. Your brows furrowed as you scanned her face, noting the slight glassiness in her eyes and the way her smirk was a little looser than usual. “Wait… You’re drunk,” you said, the realization dawning on you. “I’ve never seen you drunk before.”

Sevika chuckled lowly, her hands still gripping your waist. “You’re even more fucked up,” she teased, a rare smile pulling at her lips.

You both burst into laughter, the kind that only two drunk people could share, until Sevika’s hand slipped under your skirt, making you gasp. Her fingers brushed against your damp panties, and her grin widened. “Do you love me, baby?” she asked, her voice lower, more serious now.

Your breath hitched as her fingers pressed against you through the thin fabric. “I love you so much,” you managed to whisper, your hands tangling in her hair.

Before you could fully lose yourself in her touch, a sudden click and a flash of light snapped both of you out of the moment.

“What the fuck?” you gasped, immediately looking up. Through the slight gap in the stall door, you spotted a girl standing there with a professional camera in hand, her eyes wide with a mix of guilt and excitement.

Sevika whipped around, her body shielding you instinctively. “Are you kidding me?” she growled, but before either of you could react, the girl darted out of the bathroom like her life depended on it.

“Shit,” Sevika cursed under her breath, her hand pulling out from under your skirt as she straightened up. “Paparazzi.”

You felt your heart racing, the adrenaline sobering you up slightly. “What the hell was she doing in here? What if she already sent those pictures?”

Sevika ran a hand through her hair, her jaw tight. “We’ll deal with it,” she said firmly, her protective demeanor taking over. “No one’s gonna mess with us, baby. But for now, let’s get out of here before someone else walks in.”

She grabbed your hand, steadying you as you adjusted your skirt. The two of you left the stall cautiously, Sevika’s arm draped protectively around your shoulders as she scanned the room for any more unwanted eyes.

As you both exited the bathroom, you spotted the girl near the edge of the dance floor, trying to slip through the crowd with her camera clutched tightly. You didn’t even need to say anything. Sevika had already locked eyes on her, her jaw tightening as she began moving through the sea of people with purpose.

“Sevika—” you started, but she cut you off with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve got this,” she said firmly, her voice low and menacing.

You stayed close behind her as she pushed through the crowd with ease, her towering presence parting people like waves. The girl must have realized she was being followed because she glanced over her shoulder and quickened her pace. Sevika wasn’t about to let her get away.

By the time the girl reached the club’s entrance, Sevika was on her. She grabbed the girl by the back of her coat, stopping her in her tracks. The girl let out a startled yelp, but before she could say anything, Sevika leaned in close, her voice dripping with venom.

“You think you can snap pictures of us and just walk out of here?” Sevika growled, her grip tightening on the girl’s coat. “We’re going to have a little chat outside.”

The girl stammered, “I—I didn’t mean any harm! It’s just my job!”

Sevika didn’t respond. She simply dragged the girl toward the side exit, ignoring her weak protests. You followed behind, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the three of you stepped into the cold night air.

Once in the alley, Sevika shoved the girl against the brick wall, her arm pressed firmly against the girl’s chest to keep her in place. “Start talking,” she demanded, her tone deadly calm.

“I—I’m with The Pulse! I’m a paparazzo! It’s my job to get stories on celebrities!” the girl blurted out, her hands trembling as she clutched her camera.

“Do I look like I care about your job?” Sevika snapped, leaning in closer. “What did you think you were going to do with those pictures, huh? Sell them? Ruin her career? I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in that club tonight.”

The girl shook her head frantically, her face pale. “No! I wasn’t going to sell them! I swear, I’ll delete them right now!”

“You’re damn right you will,” Sevika hissed. She stepped back slightly, giving the girl just enough room to breathe, but keeping her glare locked on her. “Hand it over.”

The girl fumbled with her camera, her hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. She handed it to Sevika, who shoved it into your hands. “Go through it. Make sure she deletes every last picture,” Sevika said, her eyes never leaving the girl’s terrified face.

You quickly scrolled through the camera, finding the incriminating photos of you and Sevika in the bathroom. “Here they are,” you said, showing Sevika before hitting the delete button. “Gone. All of them.”

“Good,” Sevika said, her voice cold. She turned her attention back to the girl. “Listen to me, and listen good. If I ever see you again—if you even *think* about taking another picture of us—I won’t be this nice next time. Got it?”

The girl nodded furiously, tears streaming down her face. “I—I got it! I won’t bother you again! I promise!”

Sevika stepped back, letting her go. “Get out of here,” she growled, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The girl didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted out of the alley, her footsteps echoing against the walls as she disappeared into the night.

Sevika turned to you, her expression softening as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

You nodded, still a little shaken but relieved. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

She smirked, pulling you into her arms. “No one’s messing with you on my watch, baby.”

You let out a small laugh, leaning into her embrace. “You’re my hero.”

“Damn right I am,” she teased. “Now let’s get back inside. I need another drink after dealing with that.”

You both headed back into the club, the tense moment behind you, but a newfound appreciation for Sevika’s unwavering loyalty warming your heart.

As you and Sevika walked back toward the entrance of the club, you spotted Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx standing near the doorway. Their expressions were etched with concern, and Vi had her arms crossed, clearly on edge.

“What happened?” Vi asked as soon as she saw you, her sharp eyes darting between you and Sevika. “We saw you both rush out. Looked serious.”

Caitlyn took a step forward, her brows furrowed. “Did someone do something to you?” she asked, her voice soft but with an underlying firmness.

Jinx tilted her head, her usual manic energy subdued for once. “Who do I need to blow up?” she asked, half-joking, though you couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t actually follow through.

You exchanged a quick glance with Sevika, who shrugged, her expression unreadable. “It’s handled,” she said gruffly, as if that was enough explanation.

Vi wasn’t having it. “Handled? Sevika, you don’t just drag someone into an alley for no reason. Spill.”

You sighed, deciding to step in before things escalated. “It was a paparazzo,” you explained, folding your arms to mimic Vi’s stance. “She followed us into the bathroom and took pictures.”

“What the hell?” Caitlyn said, her tone tinged with disbelief. “That’s not just invasive; that’s downright illegal.”

“Did you get the camera?” Vi pressed, her protective instincts kicking in.

“Yeah,” Sevika said, her voice low and gruff. “She deleted the photos. Won’t be bothering us again.”

Jinx narrowed her eyes, a sly smirk forming on her lips. “She must’ve been scared shitless after running into you. I bet you threatened the hell out of her, huh?”

Sevika shrugged nonchalantly, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe a little,” she admitted.

Caitlyn’s concern hadn’t entirely faded. “Are you both okay, though? That kind of thing can be… unnerving.”

You nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “We’re fine. It’s just part of the territory, I guess.”

Vi still looked annoyed but finally relaxed her stance, shaking her head. “People are unbelievable. You can’t even have a night out without someone trying to pull this crap.”

“Exactly,” Jinx chimed in, now grinning mischievously. “Which is why we should totally get wasted and forget about it. Drinks on me!”

That earned a laugh from you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter. “I’ll hold you to that,” you said, reaching out to give Jinx a playful nudge.

Sevika placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you all toward the bar. “Let’s go. The night’s not over yet,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As the five of you made your way back into the crowd, you felt a sense of comfort. Despite the chaos, you were surrounded by people who had your back no matter what.

When you and Sevika stumbled back into the hotel room, the door barely clicked shut before you burst into giggles, leaning heavily against her sturdy frame. The both of you were drunk out of your minds, but while you felt like the room was spinning, Sevika seemed to hold it all together, her usual calm demeanor intact despite the alcohol coursing through her veins.

You clung to her arm, your hands wandering as you pressed your body against hers, your lips brushing against her jaw. “You’re so… sexy,” you slurred, your voice heavy with desire.

Sevika chuckled, low and deep, her hands steady as they rested on your hips to keep you upright. “You’re the sexy one, baby. Can barely keep my eyes off you tonight,” she said, her voice dripping with warmth.

She leaned down to kiss you, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours, but you stopped her, placing your fingers on her mouth and shaking your head. “I can’t,” you whispered breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Why not?” she teased, tilting her head as she looked at you with amused curiosity.

“Because… it’s gonna lead to more,” you said, your cheeks flushed and your voice shaky as your fingers trailed down her arm.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing against your cheek as she held your face gently. “I don’t mind,” she said simply, her tone deep and confident.

Before you could protest further, her lips captured yours in a kiss so passionate that it left your knees weak. You melted into her, allowing her to guide you back toward the bed. As the back of your knees hit the edge, you let yourself fall, sinking into the plush mattress as Sevika leaned over you.

Her lips left a trail of heat across your skin, from your jawline down to your collarbone, her hands expertly sliding off your shirt, and unclamping your bra. Her kisses became more insistent, her teeth grazing lightly against your skin as she worked her way lower.

Your breath hitched as Sevika made her way between your thighs, practically devouring your heat, her strong hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. “Fuck…” you moaned, your head falling back against the pillow as a wave of pleasure shot through you.

Sevika looked up at you briefly, her smirk returning. “You’re so damn perfect,” she murmured before diving back in, her tongue working magic as she made you forget everything but the two of you in this moment.

After she finally decided she was done with you, Sevika smirked lazily and stretched out beside you on the bed, her arm draped across her stomach as she let out a satisfied sigh. You were still catching your breath, your body warm and tingling, but you couldn’t help but glance over at her.

She looked utterly relaxed, her hair slightly tousled, and her lips curved in a faint grin. You shifted closer, propping yourself up on one elbow. “I wanna give you something in return,” you said, your voice soft but playful.

Sevika turned her head toward you, her half-lidded gaze meeting yours. “No, it’s okay,” she murmured, her deep voice raspy from exhaustion and contentment.

You narrowed your eyes at her, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “I’m gonna do it anyway,” you declared with a mischievous tone.

Before she could respond, you leaned over and kissed her, your lips pressing softly but firmly against hers. Despite her earlier protest, she didn’t hesitate to melt into the kiss, her hand instinctively coming up to rest on your cheek. The kiss deepened for a moment, the connection between you palpable.

When you finally pulled away, you didn’t stop there. You began trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, your lips brushing against her skin as you went. Her breathing slowed, and you felt her chest rise and fall steadily beneath your hand.

But just as you were about to continue, you paused, hearing something you didn’t expect—soft snoring.

You froze, lifting your head to look at her. Sure enough, Sevika’s eyes were closed, and she was out cold, her snores light but unmistakable.

You stared at her in disbelief, your mouth hanging open slightly. “Ugh… rude,” you muttered, rolling your eyes with a half-laugh as you flopped back onto your side of the bed.

After Sevika fell asleep mid-kiss, you sighed in disbelief, still hovering over her. You sat up, staring at her peaceful face, the corners of her lips still curved ever so slightly into a faint smirk even in her sleep. She looked ridiculously comfortable, sprawled out on the bed without a care in the world, leaving you to deal with her fully clothed state.

You shook your head, muttering, “Of course, she falls asleep like this.”

Deciding she needed to be more comfortable, you carefully sat up and began removing her boots. They were heavy, and you struggled to tug them off her feet. “God, Sev… you’re like dead weight when you’re asleep,” you joked, grunting as the second boot finally slipped off and clattered to the floor.

Moving on, you unbuckled her belt, sliding it off with some effort before working on her pants. Her dead weight made it an ordeal, and as you tugged at the fabric, you grumbled, “I swear, you could sleep through an earthquake.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, you managed to peel the pants off, leaving her in just her boxers. You chuckled softly at how peaceful she looked, completely unbothered by your efforts.

Next, you moved to her shirt, gently pulling it over her head to avoid waking her. As you revealed her toned torso and sports bra, you couldn���t help but admire her even in this moment. “Not fair how good you look, even when you’re passed out,” you teased quietly to yourself, tossing her shirt to the side.

Once she was finally stripped down to her sports bra and boxers, you adjusted her on the bed, tucking the blanket over her. “There. Now you’re comfortable,” you said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

You climbed back into bed beside her, exhaustion finally catching up to you. Despite her earlier “rudeness,” you couldn’t stay mad. With a smile, you snuggled up to her side, letting the sound of her steady breathing lull you to sleep.

- (ran out of photo limits 😔)

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ngl

idk why I’m imagining an Alastor x Succubus!Reader. She really doesn’t like using her looks to get what she wants. she’s not even a fan of verosika.

shes actually curious about the hotel and wants to help. not by using her looks but genuinely help. she can sing like verosika. but whenever she visited the living world, she’d always had a liking for older music yeah she liked the modern but she preferred the older music

Alastor doesn’t like her at first but I can possibly imagine slowly maybe, him getting somewhat protective.

Other demons in hell are absolutely flocking over towards her whenever she walks around outside of the hotel. and she’s absolutely not having there are times she can handle herself. Alastor being the gentlman he is.

She watches as the demon backs away possibly pissing his pants in the process maybe even shitting his pants as he ran away.

In her room at the hotel she has both an old radio and record player, she uses to play old timey music.

As well other things she would bring back from her occasional trips into the living world. even there people would check her out. she just acted like any other human when going. Just hoping to book stores / buying records / yeah she had a demonic side to her but only game out if you really really got on her nerves.

Idk needs to be fleshed out more probs won’t write it unless y’all want me to *snaps* if so i might.

it could be cool idk I need to go to bed it’s 12:30 AM

[mrscolinbridgerton96]

Picture this: a leading actor in the new season of one of your favorite shows talks about how he is looking forward to all the fans finally getting to watch the second half of the show’s latest season.. only for that excitement to be ruined the following day by the release of paparazzi pictures of him and his girlfriend- and a majority of “fans” on social media begin spreading rumors and bombard this actor with disrespectful comments; thereby this man, once again, becoming a victim of cyber bullying.

That is EXACTLY what started happening on June 13th.. and it’s STILL happening 2 months later.

He was practically on cloud nine the day prior to the shit storm that was going to be looming over him.. for months.

The one thing that still bothers me isn’t the pictures themselves; it’s the fact that some toxic “fans” have wholeheartedly convinced themselves that he ruined months of press for Bridgerton season 3 by calling the paparazzi and have them take pictures of him and Antonia- which makes no sense at all.

Let’s just think about the “logic” of this baseless accusation of him tipping off the paparazzi. Let’s think long and hard about this because.. apparently common sense doesn’t exist for those who have let their delusions completely fog up reality. Why would Luke- a man who is known for keeping his personal life private (which he has every right to do because he owes us nothing) and is barely active on social media- call the paparazzi on himself and tell them where he and his girlfriend are going so that they could be outside to take pictures of them when they arrived to the place where the after party was being held?!

Yes, it’s possible that someone tipped off the paparazzi, but if that IS what happened.. it wasn’t Luke. I’m not ruling out the possibility, but I’m also not going to accuse him of being the one who did it. But it’s been 2 months now.. so regardless of whether or not someone tipped off the paparazzi.. what’s done is done. Let it go!!

A message to all the toxic “fans”- I’m being genuine when I ask this: when are you all to stop and grow up?! What the Hell’s it gonna take for you to put an end to all of the hate that you’ve been spreading about Luke for months?! Are you hoping that he deletes his social media? Or is him leaving the show what y’all are hoping for? I’m actually curious as to what you hope to gain from all this unnecessary madness.