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Can you please write a Wilbur x reader from the sorry boys zombie apocalypse video? Thank you ❤️

🎥Anon

Hi! Yes ofc I can!

warnings; reader has low iron deficiency, reader feels guilty about it, all of the boys are so sweet, sweet Tom and reader moments, established relationship, kissing, Wilbur “dies”, mention of reader liking older men, it’s all around silly and like the video just with reader!

wc; 9k….. shhhh

edited…. NOPE

who; Wilbur soot x reader, sorry!wilbur x reader

“Thanks Janet, fuck.” Charlie said opening the video after the brief intro, followed by Tommy crying and leaning over the edge of the wall. “It’s all over man, it’s all over! You gotta pull it together!” Charlie grabbed Toms shoulders as Tommy cried out for his mother.

“He’s kinda pathetic.” You whispered to Wil, huddling close to his warmth as you watched the interaction.

“He’s always pathetic.” Wil said back, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you into him. “You should’ve taken the coat I offered.”

You nuzzles into his neck, loving how he was practically a walking heater. “I’m good, I have you.” You heard Wil give a soft chuckle as he kissed your head.

Letting go of you, ignoring the whine you let out as the warmth left, Wil walked up to Tom and leant down as he looked him in the eye. “It’s worse than you could ever imagined.”

“I should’ve installed optifine?”

“We’re in Portsmouth.” Wil declared to Tom as Tom yelled in agony.

“Jesus Christ you’re loud!” You told the blonde as he popped up after the bit was done.

“It’s my specialty! You should know that by now.” Tom said as he smiled at you. You smiled back as you gently hit his arm.

——

“Hi, my names William Godwinson and here’s my 8-foot vertical leap.” Wil said as he ran up and barely made the jump as he stood up and looked proud of himself.

“What’s up I’m Charles Dogman and here’s my 9-foot vertical leap. Jackass!” Charlie said to Wil as he ran up to the wall and tripped, failing miserably. “Ow fuck!”

“You guys are idiots, we’re gonna die-“ the camera cuts off before your sentence was finished, cutting it off as it cut to Wil frantically asked where to go.

“Oh, I don’t know. Safety!” You sarcastically said to the brunette as you smiled down at you, and lightly shoved you.

“Are we going down this way?” Charlie asked pointing down to the pit.

“I mean, it’s either that or the cliff so-“

“Shit, that makes my life easy.” You said as you started to jokingly get up on the wall following the cliff.

“No! No we are not doing that!” Wil picked you up before you could fully get up, anxiety radiating off of him a bit.

“I’m fine Wil, I promise. I was joking.” You whispered to him as he set you down.

“I know but still, you could’ve fell. Just be careful please.” Wil cupped your face as he looked down at you, making sure you understood.

“Always. I’ll be glued to you anyways. I’m terrified.” You said as Wil laughed and followed where the other boys were going, dragging you with.

“There’s only one way boys. In!”

“I don’t, I don’t want to.” Wil said as he looked down at the pit yet again. “What’s your name? Weirdo? Freak? Idiot? Fucking cunt?” Wil asked Ran as Tom started to laugh, as you scoffed at him.

“That’s the full name.”

“Have you met me?” Ranboo said as the drone zoomed out and showed the whole ground.

“Listen guys! We’re all, we’re all boys right? We’re all boys.” Charlie said, putting his fist up to Tom.

“I’m no boy. I’m no man. I am sperm.”

Tom said as groans were heard all around you.

“Guys…” you said quietly.

“Alright, Cum. Put it in.”

“Cum. Nice to meet you cum.” Wil gave Tom a fist bump as well.

“Guys…” you said a bit louder.

“Everyone! Okay, everyone. Bring it in, let’s cum on three-“ Charlie said as the boys all huddled together as you stayed at the edge looking down at the mass amounts of actors in the pit now.

“You sure. It might take me longer than that.”

“One, two, three- CUM!” They all screamed out.

“GUYS!” You yelled, finally getting their attention after a bit.

“Oh my god! That’s just straight zombies guys!” Charlie yelled as he jumped up on the wall.

“Yeah no shit!” You sarcastically said as you waited for all of them at the top of the hill.

“Get down!”

“What’s that going to do? They can still hear and smell us?” You said as you walked further down the way.

“Love, where are you going?” Wil came over and stood next to you.

“Trying to find a way in. If the walking dead served me any good, it’s to sneak into places. Without making too much noise.” You said as Wil shook his head and smiled at you.

“Well, lead the way darling.” He put his arm out in front of him as you bowed.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck as Charlie came up to you all.

“Guys! I’m gonna kite them!” Charlie yelled at all of us as he started making random noise, attracting all of the zombies while the rest of you found a way in.

“Guys in here!” Ranboo said as you all climb down, Wil helping you, as Charlie continued to distract the “dead” people.

“This is kind of the part that I haven’t really figured out!” Charlie yelled as he started panic.

“There’s no time for baseball now, Phil!”

“If I don’t make it, take my spork! Take my spork!” Charlie yelled as he threw the utensil, getting it no where. “Everyone over here!” Charlie continued to yell and distract.

“Where’s the spork?” Tom asked as he and Wil went to check what was happening.

“Go! Go! We need to go inside!” Wil told you all as he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

You all finally made it to this little area that welcomed you with an arched door way and a bunch of random junk.

“Charles. Did you get your spork? Where’s your spork?” Ranboo asked as he saw him coming down the hallway.

“I lost my fucking spork, guys.” Charlie said defeated.

You leant against the wall and closed your eyes as Wil stood in front of you and rubbed your arms and looked at Tom as he put a random ladder in the doorway, doing absolutely nothing.

“What the fuck is this?” Wil asked, bewildered.

“There’s no where to go up there!”

“Ok, to be honest, I don’t know your name but what you’re doing right now is pretty fucking dumb and not going to help us in the slightest!” You told Tom, playing into the bit as he laughed and adjusted it.

“It’ll help slow them down!” Tom said looking at you with wide eyes.

“…. They may be dead but they aren’t dumb-“

“They kind of are-“

“Ranboo you’re not helping.” You said as you looked at him with soft eyes as he nodded and turned to talk to Phil.

“Where are you gonna climb?” Charlie asked, laughing at the stupidity of the situation.

“I’m a fool!”

“Are you trying to set up a Looney Tunes trap for the fucking zombies ?” Charlie asked as you searched around for clues, tools, anything to get you out because frankly you were scared and all the survival shows you watched were coming in handy. At least you hoped.

“I don think we need the spork!” Tom said as you looked at him wide eyed, knowing what was about to go down.

“Goddamnit! Just imagine your beans! Okay? Imagine your beans! Imagine your a can of beans-“ Charlie started to rant as you tuned all of it out, sitting in the chair that you found, silently giving up on getting out with tweetle dee and tweetle dumb fucking around.

Wil came around the little corner you hid around and found you sitting in the chair.

“Hey, you alright?” He said as he crouched down, looking up at you as he rested his hands on your knee and lower thigh, rubbing to try and comfort you in anyways he could.

You smiled down at him as you cupped his face. “I’m ok, promise. Just needed a little break, got overwhelmed with all the yelling and echoing but it’s ok! I’m good!” You said as you rubbed his cheekbones, wanting to give him the same comfort back while silently saying:

‘I’m ok because you’re here.’

He smiled back as he turned his head and kissed your palm. Getting up, he pulled you up with him and hugged you, arms around your neck as he kissed the top of your head.

“I have an idea..” he whispered to you as he let go of you and picked the chair up. “May I use this?”

You nodded as he walked out. “We can start a council!” You quickly followed him out as he placed the chair down and sat in it.

“The rock is our leader.” Tom said, picking up a rock he found and handing it to Wil. “Guys! Wilbur has the talking role. Be very quiet. Wilbur, what do you want to say?”

“Guys, it’s been hard. The Covid-19 pandemic, and then, whatever the fucks going on now-“ Wil got cut off my a bunch of groans being heard from down the way.

“Oh fuck-“ you said as you looked wide eyes down the hall.

“They’re coming.”

“Oh god!”

“Tommy! Save the rock!” Wil said as he came up to you and grabbed your hand in his and started to walk down the corridor that led to another hallway.

All of you scampered down the hall and found a stair case, rushing down it while screaming in fear and panic as the zombie’s groans approached closer. Wilbur gently pushed you in front of him, running close behind you down the hall.

“Why are there so many halls?!” You yelled out as you ran.

“Who ducking knows but I can’t do this anymore-“ Wil said, slightly out of breath as you came to a stop.

“Why’re they fast?!” Charlie screamed.

“These aren’t slow zombies. These aren’t slow zombies!”

You and Wil found a door, hidden behind a corner. “C’mon! Here.” You said as you popped open the door and stepped in, Wilbur and the rest of them close behind.

“Shut the door, shut the door!” Tom yelled as he hid in the corner.

——

“Question for you guys, how do you all feel about spending the rest of our days in this room?” Wil asked all of us as you sat in his lap, slightly lightheaded from running and just wanted to be close to him .

“If I’m with you, I’m good.” You whispered in his ear as he smiled and rubbed your back, softly humming in your ear only loud enough for you to hear.

“Well uh, we’ve got a gun in for day three, so-“ once ranboo mentioned a gun, everyone was all eyes on the object.

“What the fuck-“ Wil said as he gently got up and placed you back on the seat, squeezing your hand, a silent promise he’d be back. Wil grabbed the gun as he examined it.

“Yo, wait- does that work?”

“It doesn’t got a magazine.” Wil said before pointing it at Charlie.

“Whoa! Whoa!”

“No, just give it a- I can take it man. Here I can take it-“ charlie insisted as he went up and set the guns barely to be directly aiming at his mouth.

“No, I’m doing it, I’m doing it. I promise you-“

You rested your head on the back of chair as you watched the men go back and forth, playing with a gun. Like children.

——

“Is there any resources in here we can use?” Wil said as he hopped on the chair you were once sitting in, now sitting on the dusty floor watching them all .

“Uh- I see about 3 metal, 2 screws, 5 paper, a water right there.” Ranboo started listing everything he saw.

“I’ve got a bit of a tall order here.” Wil said as he looked down at all of us, standing at a good 8-9 feet with the chair.

“That’s true cause you’re up, yeah, that’s good.”

“Does anybody know how to craft?”

Wil asked as Charlie started laughing.

“I was hoping you’d ask-“ Charlie then turned around and started waving his hand around like he was casting some spell close to the ground.

“What is he doing?” Tom asked confused as you shook your head and smiled at the man.

“Camouflage.” Charlie presented the packaged camo tarp they bought earlier for the video.

Wil and Tom came over to you as they asked you to open the material, since they were struggling to break the plastic.

“Jesus, this is sad-“ you took the package as you ripped it open and handed it to them.

“Wanna come over here, y/n? We could use some help over here!” Tom said as he held out his hands to you. You nodded as you placed your hand in his, slowly getting up from your sitting position as Tom smiled at you and walked over to the rest of the group, you close behind.

“Everyone knows golfers are the weakest of the species.” Wil said as you joined his side as Tom and Ran went over and did their own thing.

“Excuse me?”

“He’s got a point, Phil. Sorry.” You patted his shoulder as Charlie agreed.

“So what I’m thinking what we do. The creatures, they- they respond to sound, but they can’t see you. He’s invisible.” Wil said to Charlie as he held Phil’s head.

“Who’s invisible?”

“Tiger Wattson.” Wilbur said, as you clapped your hands and pointed at them all.

“So that’s his name! Nice to know-“ you joked as Wil laughed and Phil shook his head.

Wilbur finished laughing as he looked at Phil again. “Tiger listen. If you go out there, they won’t be able to see you-“

“But they can smell you.”

“Wha-“ Phil said as Wilbur chef kissed.

“They can hear you.” Wilbur said as a honk noise appeared out of no where.

“That doesn’t make me feel better about the smelling me thing-“

“Don’t worry, you’re fine! Go get ‘em!” You said as you pushed him towards the door.

“Tiger! Come here.” Wil beckoned Phil over as everyone wondered where he went. “I may not get to say this again to you before I throw you to your almost certain demise.”

“Not helping-“ you told him as he continued.

“But I’m gonna say it now, go get ‘em Tiger.” Wilbur said as he pushed Phil out the door and closed it. “And now we can share the fort between 4 people instead of 5.” Wil said as he stood in front of everyone, please and cheers came his way.

“Very inspiring. I could tell you meant it too!” You said as you patted Wil’s chest.

“Thank you, I felt like it was needed-“

“Hey I just noticed when I- yeah, so when we high-fived, I just noticed, I feel like I saw just super quick, just like a little-“

You saw it as well, grabbing his wrist gently and bring it down to examine it. You knew it was there the whole time, have putting it there earlier before filming, but still going with the bit.

“Oh no.”

“Wil-“ your force came out hushed and fear laced the word. Wilbur looked down at you concerned but quickly realized that it was for the big and relaxed.

“It’s a- it’s a little tiny tiny scratch.” Wil said as he hid his arm from staring eyes. You quickly brought his arm back down and giving the “wound” a kiss and smiling up at him.

“Better?” You asked as he rested his forehead on yours.

“100%.” Wil whispered to you as he brought his lips to yours in a short thankful kiss as Phil opened the door on the opposite side of the room.

“Guys I did it! Come on, come on!” Phil whispered to all of us and we all ran out the room.

“Go! go! Not that way! Wait- yes that way!” Wil yelled, as we all followed and yelled at him for being indecisive at the moment.

Running a little bit farther, Wil found a door, guiding us all to go through, Charlie going through a little weird hole in the wall.

After getting him through the wall, Wilbur crouched down and held his arm, looking down at the mark on his skin in worry, making sure no one was watching. Yet forgetting you were behind him.

“Wil what happened?” You whispered down to him, knowing the cameras were on and wanted to create a bit of a story.

“I- Nothing I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, what we need to worry about is getting out of here.” Wil said, grabbing your hands and bringing them up to your mouth to give your knuckles a kiss. “You need to get out of here and I’ll make sure you do.”

You softly smiled up at him as Elodie made a gagging noise as you two stared at each other.

“Didn’t need to see that.” They said as they turned the camera off briefly and looked at you with an uneasy look .

“Oh c’mon on! It was good, right?” Wil asked out in the open as you swung your hands in his and nodded as Elodie rolled their eyes and nodded as well, silently admitting that the “sickeningly sweet” scene was really cute.

——

“And now, the end is near-“

“And so I face, the final curtain-“

“Guys I was wrong, it’s no time for Sinatra.” Wil admitted as he slowly got up from his sitting position as you and Ran came into the cameras view.

“Those guys know how to sing.” Ranboo told the camera as you nodded.

“Almost as good as me-“

“I was about to say that!” Ranboo added on as he looked down at you and nodded.

“Guys, I have a fucking idea. Tiger-“

“Yeah.”

“Do you carry some of your patented Tiger’s scent cologne?” Wil asked as Phil confirmed he in fact did as you looked at all of them with furrowed eyebrows.

“If we can make one of the zombies smell like a professional golfing star…” Wil left the sentence open as Phil clicked the idea together. “Whip out the spray.”

“Why did that sound-“ you started but quickly shit your mouth before anything else came out, Tommy overhearing the little joke you were going to make and laughing.

Phil pretended to look for it as he then suddenly found it and went to the opening of the room. “This is Tiger’s essence.”

“Go Phil! Spray!” Tom yelled as Phil started to get attacked by the crawling zombies. Phil made a hissing noise as he moved his hand everywhere, trying to get the “cologne” everywhere he could.

As he sprayed, all of you figured out a way to get out of them room, having realized you were cornered. You all ran out the room, running as fast as you could up stairs and down some halls to an empty open room.

“Wait where’s Wil?” You asked as you finally got out of the rush of adrenaline and realized Wil’s hand wasn’t in yours nor was he infront or behind you.

“Wil?!” Tom yelled as he soon realized too.

Everyone yelled your boyfriends name, worried as to where he was, but decided to continue on if they didn’t want to be eaten. Yet you and Tom both were deciding if pausing and looking for Wil was a good idea.

“He’s fine, he’s probably following the actors. Plus Elodie’s with him so!” David told you as ease ran through your body, thankful that at least someone was with him.

“Guys wait! Come back, come back. This is the perfect, circuit! This is it! This is the dark circuit!” Charlie declared as he looked at all of us, yet none of us were buying it.

“I think this is just a circle-“

“Please don’t make me run anymore-“ you whispered out next to Phil as he patted you on the back and gave you a soft smile which you returned.

“All we have to do, is run around continuously-“

“And we’ll go so fast that they explode!”

“That’s right Tom! Alright! Is everyone ready?”

“I’ll sit out-“ you said as you leant against the wall.

“Here if you sit there in the little cave, I’ll protect you with my club.” Phil offered as you slowly moved to sit in the corner.

“Thank you Phil.” You smiled appreciatively up at him as Charlie stated that he was absolutely delusional. Once the zombies appeared, they all started running.

“We’re going to die.” You declared as you rubbed your head. Maybe this wasn’t the best video for your to do.

“Yup! Are you alright?” Phil agreed as he continued to fight or the zombies.

“Yeah, I forgot my medicine this morning and I forgot water so. Yay!” You put your fist in the air as a celebration while Phil laughed.

“We can ask for some water? We can stop real quick.”

“No it’s ok. I’ll be ok.” You said, more for yourself than anyone else. Phil nodded as the rest of them arrived back and and ran down one of the halls.

“Guys come on! This way- you alright Y/n?” Ranboo asked as he saw your state.

“Yeah can I have help up?” You asked as Ran nodded and lifted you up.

“Want a piggy back ride?”

“Ranboo you don’t have too-“

“Come on! I know you aren’t doing good right now, so please.” Ranboo insisted as he bent down.

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” You said as you hopped on his back and held onto him.

“Hey no need for apologies, it’s my pleasure!”

Ranboo jogged until he caught up with the rest of them who were waiting, you giving all of them an apologetic smile as they all gave you an understanding look and small ‘it’s ok, we know’ smile back.

“Guys you go on! This’ll stop them!” Charlie said as you looked behind you and saw him doing the stanky leg, shaking your head and laughing at him. “It’s not working! Oh god!”

Charlie started to scream for all of us to run and go. You all found a little staircase leading up as Tom and Charlie found tables and object to put in front of it. Ranboo put you down as you went up the stairs, everyone following close behind.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry again.” You told all of them in general as you slid down the wall, needing some sort of support.

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll get you some water soon, promise. You have nothing to apologize for.” All of them agreed with Phil as you smiled up at them and curled up, wanting the pounding in your head to stop, but kept with the video anyways.

“I unlocked a new recipe.” Charlie said as he paced.

“What do you need, Charlie?”

“I need wood and I need stone” Charlie declared as ranboo gave him a gun.

“Here! Here’s a rock!” You said as you lifted the big rock you found next to you and gave it to the man.

“Oh, thank you!” Charlie said as he nodded down at you in thanks as you saluted back.

You all heard yelling coming up the stairs as Wil’s silhouette comes into view as he yells and runs into Tom.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Wil yelled at Tom as he pushed him back and held his fist up.

“Tom I still need your wood!” Charlie demanded as you shook your head.

“What the hell is going on?!” You whined out as the stupid situation made no sense. Wil fell to the ground, covering his face as he came too.

“He’s alive! He’s not- wait! Did you get bit?”

“No.” Wil said as he got up and looked around, finally spotting you on the ground, quickly going over to you and crouching down and cupping your cheek, making your eyes flutter open. “Darling…”

“I’m ok, I just need water.” You confirmed before he could say anything.

“Hey guys, can we stop real quick and get some water?” Wil asked the group as they all nodded and agreed that they probably needed some water too.

Charlie walkied down to the rest of the crew, asking if they could get some water, which would be given and brought shortly.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out to Wil as he held you to his chest. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Hey, love. You’re ok, you didn’t know it’d get this bad and we didn’t think we’d do this much running. Which now I’m thinking about it, that’s pretty stupid of us. Besides that,” Wil was cut off by your laughter. “Don’t give yourself a hard time over this. You and the rest of us come before content. Always. And if we have to stop for a little water break, that’s very much needed, so be it.” Wil finished as you smiled against his neck and nodded.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as Russ came with an arm full of water bottles, handing you one first. Wil responded to your thanks with a kiss on your head as he squeezed your hand three times.

Cheesy bastard.

——

“It’s almost done. It’s almost done!” Charlie declared as he waved his hand around infront of Tommy as he screamed in pain and agony. All of you were watching in pure confusion and terror as the scene played out.

“I crafted your dick into a gun.”

“Oh fuck this.” You said as you looked at the pair in disgust. As much as you loved both of them, some bits were just- weird. Weirder than weird.

“Wilbur look at me.”

“What’s up man?” Wil asked as he stepped forward towards Tom.

“You’re the only man it trust with my dick-gun…..” Tom said as he gave the gun to Wil.

“Well yeah, I served in the arm forces for 32 years.” Wil said as he took the gun in his hands, leaving you bewildered at the statement.

“Wait, hold up-“ you said as you did mental math in your head.

“Wait how old are you?” Charlie asked the question that you were desperately trying to figure out.

“I’m 41.”

“I- ok when I said I liked older men, that’s not what I meant.” You joked as everyone laughed around you.

“Wait, I gotta make sure the gun is any good, cause I did just craft it. It’s like a make shift so it doesn’t- it’s not like, the stats aren’t super high so just make sure that it- yeah. No just- I can take it. I can take it.” Charlie said, again wanting Wil to shoot him and make sure the equipment worked as he aimed it at the man.

“Oh, it’s jammed. Hold on.” Wil said as he fixed the gun and pointed it again.

“Maybe we shouldn’t- ok.” You cut off your sentence as Wil pointed it again and it was yet again jammed.

“Do you have friendly fire?” Charlie said as Wil shot the ceiling as the gun went off.

“Oh there we go- oh it’s fucking jammed again!”

“Ok! That’s it! Give me the gun!” You held your hand out to Wil as he held it away from you.

“Not my dick-gun!”

“Wil give me the fucking gun!”

“No frankly I don’t think you should have it since Tommy only trusted me-“

“Yeah well! If you have the gun you’re gonna shoot someone’s eye out so give me the fucking gun.” You said one last time, getting close to his face as his eyes widened and mouth quivered.

“Ok.” He whispered to you as he handed you the gun.

“Thank you-“

“Can I see it?!” Charlie said as as he tried to grab the gun from you.

“Wait, no Charlie-“

“Is that a light?!”

“Charlie watch out!” Wil said as he grabbed the gun and Charlie pulled the trigger, making air pop out of the object and all of you popping back from it.

“Ah! I’m blind in one ear! I mean deaf!”

——

We all followed Wil as he lead us back to the beginning where we started.

“This was pure goofy Looney Tunes trap!”

“That didn’t do us any good-“ you whispered under your breath.

“It was a beautiful creation!” Charlie said to you as you shook your head and patted his back.

“Sure thing bud. Think that.” You said as you followed behind Phil as Wil led the way.

“Oh man-“ Charlie said as you all heard groaning behind you.

“Hang on guys, I got this!” Wil said as he pointed his gun at the shadows as the groaning got closer to reveal Ranboo in all his might.

“Jesus christ-“

“That was a good one!” Charlie said as Phil clutched his chest and told Ran that he was seconds away from being dead.

“It was a funny little prank man! Don’t be so uptight! Grandpa.” Ranboo said as you bursted out laughing and fist bumped them.

“This is where it began! Sporky!” Charlie yelled as he ran to his spork.

Coming up behind Wil, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he flinched and turned to see who was holding onto him, relaxing once he saw you.

“Well hello!” He said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you closer.

“ hello!” You smiled back, nuzzling back into his warmth. You all followed Charlie to where the utensil lie, circling him.

“I thought I lost you forever! Every utensil, all in one. Together again. Let’s have some fun.” Charlie said as he lifted the object to his lips and kissed it.

“Did he-“

“Did he just kiss it?” Ranboo said, curious of the same thing.

“He kissed it.” Wil confirmed as he went up to Ranboo. “Look, motherfucker. If you had a part spoon, part fork, part knife, you’d be kissing it too.” Wil said as Charlie moved the spork in the air, silently worshipping it.

“I’d be more than kissing it, imma be real.” Ranboo confessed.

“Why don’t you just, eat with it? That’s what it’s for.” You said as they all gasped and Charlie looked at you.

“This, is much more than a thing you use for food. This is a sacred object.”

“Reach nirvana. Reach your element.” Wilbur said as Charlie lifted the spoon up once again.

“Guys!” Tom said as Wilbur acknowledged his presence. “The zombies are coming!”

“No guys, I’ll fend them off.” Charlie said as lifted his spork and the rest of you were sprinting up the stairs and onto the upper land.

“Wait! Get rad.” Tom said as he took Charlie’s glasses off.

“Wait- oh shit! Where did everything go?!” Charlie said as Tom ran off. Wilbur started to shoot at random as Ranboo collected Charlie and helped him up the steps.

“There’s some plants there. It’s plants vs zombies! Hey-“ Ranboo said as continues to help Charlie and defend them both.

“Guys come on, we gotta go!” You yelled as fear settled back into your bones as you looked at the crowd of zombies appearing.

“Hang on this guy might be a stair guy.” Charlie said as the boys all gathered around to look at the zombie who they assumed was a “stair guy.”

“Which ones the stair guy?” You asked Wil as he pointed at the one that started climbing one of the steps.

“Oh that’s two! If he gets to give we’re in trouble!” Wil said as we all backed up.

You all started to walk to the opposite of the pit away from the stairs as many of them started climbing the steps and roaming then land.

“I’m gonna need to go for a scoop! This is a very risky scoop!” Charlie said as he made a scooping motion to the lady that was following us.

You followed Wil as he went to the edge to get rid of some of the zombies, to find the gun jammed yet again.

“Shit! It’s not um-“

“Wil! This can’t happen right now!”

“I’m trying! I’m out of ammo!” Wil said as he started to skip over to the group leaving you to follow him.

“Take the spork and then swing it, okay?” Charlie instructed Tom as you all walked away from the herd that was following you.

“This is so fucked man.” Charlie said as you looked at him and nodded.

“I’ve been saying that the whole time, thank you!” You said as you saw Phil jump from the ledge and trip as he did. “Phil!” Phil swung the club around and hit the girl in the head as he looked back up to us as we all clapped and praised him for his approach.

Wil helped you down yet again, noticing the big drop of the ledge. After placing you on the ground, he held your hand and walked over to the rest of the group.

“What’s he doing?” You asked out in the open as Tom lifted his hand and one of the zombies pretended to choke and die.

“He has the forces apparently!” Ranboo said as he came back over.

“Of course he does.” You said as you shook your head with a smile.

“Guys, I have the force!”

“Are you some fucking side kick?! What?”

“How did you just do that?!” Phil said as you all watched him use it again and again.

As you all asked him questions you heard running coming from behind you and saw Wil. “We have to go! Tom. Come! Come!” Wil said as he ran into the building again, all of you following close behind.

As you went deeper and deeper into the tunnels and building, you noticed Wil getting paler and slower.

“Wil, man hey! Dude are you alright?” Charlie asked for you.

“Yeah I’m fine. No it’s cool! It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” Wil said as he leant against the wall and rubbed his face. You looked up at him with concern but his smile that he gave you drew the worry out of your body a bit.

As you all continued down the tunnels, making left and rights, going through random rooms, Wil started to limp and fall against the wall. Charlie offered him his shoulder as Wil wrapped his arm around his neck.

“I feel hot. It’s like in my veins!”

“You are hot! You are so hot man.” Charlie said as he continued to carry Wil with him.

“Are they flirting?” You asked Phil as you looked at the the two men ahead of you.

“Who knows.” Phil said as you nodded with him as Charlie and Wil went back and forth about thinking sexy.

“You’re so damp, man!” Charlie said as Wil groaned in pain and apologized.

“This is like a shitty gay unrequited love short film…” you said out loud as Phil started to laugh and Wil started to run.

“I’m gonna be so fucking ripped- OH!” He yelled as zombies appeared in the doorway. “Okay and- down to the right!” Wil said as he crouched down and ran away, the rest of us following.

You and Charlie made sure Wil was staying up right as you roamed and looked through the building for something, anything.

At this point you were pretty sure you were lost.

“The adrenaline is wearing off-“

“You don’t look okay , man!”

“I’m fine!” Wil said in a shaky tone.

“Now you just sound like a white girl-“ you admitted to Wil as he turned to look at you with a smile.

“How?!”

“‘I’m fine! I just have a zombie bite in my arm but it’s ok!’” You said in a high pitch voice as Wil and Charlie bursted out laughing at the imitation.

“Ok that was fucking good!” Charlie said as he fist bumped you.

——

“I can try sucking it out of the wound-“

“That’s not gross at all…” you whispered out as you searched around the room.

“It’s ok, it’s not snake venom. The fucking bear trap!” Wil whined as he held his arm.

“I can try to suck the- suck the bears out.”

All of you paused and looked at Charlie with a confused look. “What?”

“I think I might be feverish too.”

Tom brought it to our attention that zombies were coming both ways, which caused a panic to arise in the group.

“Boys, if we don’t make it out, just know, you’ve been okay!” Wil told us all as I scoffed at his way of being nice.

The conversation were all cut off by a gun going off from down the hall.

“Oh shit, someone’s shooting!”

You all coward away from the noice but your attention was caught on a women that had camo and darker attire on.

“This is an evac! Follow me, this way, right now! Come on, let’s go!” You all stood around confused as the women screamed and was taken down by the zombies. Hiding away from the scene in terror, Wil brought you into his chest and told you that he’d protect you no matter what.

“Get the gun! Get the gun!” Wil yelled out as the gun was facing our way and so close.

“I really thought she knew what she was doing.” Charlie said as he held his hands behind his head. “I’m just gonna- I’m just gonna take this if no one else is gonna need this.”

Charlie grabbed the gun as he went towards the gate hoarded by zombies as Wil told him to say something cool as it makes the gun shoot harder. What ever the fuck that meant.

“Uh uh, CUMZINGA?!” Charlie said as he shot it from between his legs, taking down a good bunch of them. Wil quickly opened the gate as you all started to run down the hall, away from any more zombies.

——

“Put some wood in me, please?” Wil asked as you all went upstairs to see Wil holding a plank of wood.

“Cheating on me already?!” You said jokingly as you clutched your heart in pain as Wil shook his head and carried the wood over to the steps as zombies crept closer.

“I’ll show you my wood, alright.” Charlie said as he started shooting at the zombies again. You shook your head as the jokes got worse and worse as they went.

Blocking the stairs, you all gathered back into the middle as Wil asked if this reminds any of us of squid games.

“Um…. no, because I’d much rather die in this scenario.” You said honestly as you joined Ranboo against the wall.

“This is so dumb-“

“That’s what I’m saying. We’re all going to die….” You told Ran as he looked at you with furrowed brows.

“You’re really on about this death thing.” Ranboo confessed to you as you nodded and looked at him.

“I watch too many shows.”

“Fair enough!”

“Ow! My fucking foot!” You heard Charlie yell as you went over to join Tom and him in whatever they were doing.

“Here Tom, give me the gun.” You said as he placed the weapon in your hand as you pointed it at his other leg “Charlie if you want to make it bearable, you gotta trust me!” You told the man as he looked at you with fearful eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Making it better!” You told him as you show his knee.

“Fuck! That didn’t make it better!”

“He’ll be fine.” You waved it off as you handed the gun back to Tom.

——

After Wil and Charlie spent a good 5 minutes listing off random cheeses they could make and worrying about Charlie, Wil said there was an extraction.

“There’s a way out! There’s hope. There’s hope for us.” Wil said in a soft tone as he looked around at all of us.

“Isn’t an extraction when you get the oil and you put it in the pan?”

“No-“

“Yes! Extra virgin!”

“Ok what is your deal with extra virgin olive oil?!” You asked in a genuine tone as you looked at the man.

“No, isn’t extraction when you have the lufa and you rub it in a clockwise motion on your skin?”

“No that’s- that’s exfoliation!” Ranboo clarified to Charlie as they bounced back and forth trying to figure out what extraction was.

“Guys, shut the fuck up for a second!” Phil harshly yelled at the boys as you silently thanked the older man. “There’s an extraction point. Somewhere. Somewhere there’s an extraction point. Someone came down here, with guns, and ammo, and armour. They are prepped. They are ready, they can help us.” Phil said as you hugged him and thanked him for his wise words.

“So where do we go?”

“Out. Where she came from.”

“What do you mean out?!” Wil asked as you placed your head on the wall from all these stupid questions.

“We have to go back from where she came from!”

“Phil what does her mom have to do with this?” A long pause rested over the group as Phil took in the words Charlie just spoke. “She came from her mom Phil!”

“She came from the tunnels!” That was the last thing you heard before you tuned everything out and placed your body weight against Wil, just wanting to be close to him.

Wil fell against the wall a few seconds later, worry taking over your body.

“You ok man? You good? You doing okay?” Ranboo asked as Wil lifted a fist bump up to him. “Pound it.”

“Can you get my glasses?” Wil asked you as you nodded and reached into his pocket that stored way too much shit in them and pulled out the glasses he barely wears. “Thank you darling.” Wil said as he gave you a peck.

——

As Wilbur pulled Charlie aside, and the rest of the boys were doing their own thing, Phil teaching Tom and Ranboo the ways of his club, you decided to listen in on Wilbur and Charlie’s conversation.

“I need to ask something of you man.”

“Anything for you, man.” Charlie said as you peaked your head around the corner and saw Wil and Charlie sat on the floor as Charlie held him.

“Tell me where are you from? How’d you end up here? What’s your story?” Wil asked as you truly believed they were about to break out into song yet again that night.

“Well, my mother was a humble hot dog maker-“

“Oh Jesus Christ, please no…” you whispered as Wilbur cracked a smile, hearing your not so quiet pleads for Charlie to just stop, hating how that part of the story went for that video.

“She sat there all day and, plugged those pigs into those casings until the sun went down.” Charlie looked directly into the camera, voice brought up to add dramatic effect.

“That actually sounds- why’d you make it sound so gruesome??” You asked as you walked up to them, quickly sliding down on the other side of Wilbur.

“Gotta add some storyline-“

“Know what, fair. I respect it.” You fist bumped Charlie as they continued the bit, Ran and Toms yelling slowly seeping into the recording.

“She slipped those boars up and she sausaged them. And then, she sausaged me, and I was born.” Charlie finished as you looked at him with disgust, yet having the best idea ever.

“So she pooped you out?” You asked as Charlie and Wil both sputtered and laughed, not being able to respond normally to that.

“What the fuck?!” Wil asked as he looked at you.

“Well he said she sausaged him so-“ you said, trying to help them connect the dots you did.

“Oh god, that got me.” Charlie said as he wiped his eyes, making you and while laugh a bit more. “And ever since I was born, I’ve had a call. A calling, a calling to dog. A calling to keep dogging, no matter what. To always be raw dogging it and- and I was a hot dog for a bit. I was like a hot dog mascot and I was selling my hot dogs all across the land. I thought I had that dog in me. But the problem was, I put that dog in them. And those dogs, I think that’s what started all of this.” Charlie ranted about his hot dog past as Wil nuzzled into your neck and whined and groaned to add effect as to what was happening to him.

“You think the hot dogs started it?” Wil asked as he leant back up and looked at Charlie.

“I think the dogs started this.” Charlie said as a dramatic pause took over.

“I got the dog in me. I got the dog in me, I got the dog in me-“ you started lightly singing as Wil and Charlie slowly started to join in.

——

“Sorry dogs?”

“Yeah, sorry dogs. There was a like a little , a little dog, it was like in a little hot dog bun-“

“Oh yeah! I remember that! Good dogs, tasted a little funny, but good. Handsome chef as well-“ you said as Wil smiled in your neck briefly and kissed it lightly.

“Dog, Charlie. Have you ever had a really good spaghetti bolognese with meatballs?” Wil asked as you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“What the fuck is that?!”

“No?” You and Charlie said at the same time as you both looked at him with confusion. “I only eat hot dogs.”

“Can I describe, a really good-“

“Lay down, lay down.” Charlie quickly placed Wil against the wall as you went back with him, placing your hand in his hair and gently rubbed as he painted slightly and held his arm. “Is this your favorite food?” Charlie asked as Wil nodded and leant against your shoulder. “Here, tell us about it, ok? Tell us about your favorite food.”

“There was- so- there’s a word they use in a little country you may have heard of called Rome.”

“The word spaghetti?”

“Al dente-“ once the word came out of his mouth, you started laughing, thinking the way he said it and the context of the situation made the word better than it was.

“I’m sorry, proceed-“

“Of the tooth. Now what you do is you cook the spaghetti, until it’s just cooked through enough. That’s is Al dente. You mix in some tomatoes, some onions-“ you and Charlie made some comments and noises at the food being mentioned, all of you being hungry and Wil talking about food not making it better.

“Crunch. Crunch.”

“Yeah! Caramelized is the best.”

“Oh damn…”

“Oh god!” Both you and Charlie made comments of praise at the mention of good food.

“Throw on some meatballs. Some purée. Mix it all together… you don’t know what i- I’d kill for some hot dogs and ketchup and bolognese. Bolognese spaghetti, hot dogs-“

“No hot dogs, just think of the bolognese, ok?” Charlie told Wil as he started to writhe underneath your arm.

“Hot dogs do sound kinda good tho-“ you whispered under your breathe, the mic picking it up slightly.

“Are you feeling a radiating in your face?”

“No not even close-“

“Just you babe.” You patted his shoulder as he curled up more against you.

“I’m feeling it’s like up through my my nodes.”

“You’re what?!” You said while laughing.

——

“I want you to close your eyes, and I want you to picture that bolognese, ok?”

“Or me, but either works!” You whispered in his ear as he leant back and closed his eyes with a hint of a smile forming, taking your hand in his and squeezing.

“Did you go to the bolognese?”

“I’m there, I’m there.”

“You’re at the bolognese. Now I want you to take a bite on three, ok?” Charlie said as he brought his hands up to Wilbur’s head, one on his chin and one on the top of his head.

“Wait, Charlie-“ you tried to intervene but it didn’t work. Wil opened his mouth as Charlie said the words again. “Charlie don’t.” Your voice turned desperate as you made eye contact with him, which he gave you a determined look back.

“On three, ok. Ok, one… two…”

“Charlie-“

Charlie took more than a few seconds to breathe as Wil held his mouth open. You were waiting for something to happen, but it never came until-

“ three!” Charlie turned Wilbur’s neck as he fell against you, head in your chest as you looked down at him in terror and disbelief.

“No. No no no! Charlie what the fuck did you do?! Wil? Wil wake up.. please!” You said, tears making their way into your eye line as the camera died off.

“Damn that was good!” Charlie said giving you a fist bump as Wil sat up slightly.

“Thanks! Drama club helped!” You said as you wiped your eyes from any tears.

Wil looked up at you and cupped your face as he pulled you down, gently bringing you into a soft kiss full of love, happiness and smiles. “Good job, darling. Made me believe I might actually be dead.” He whispered to you as he caressed your cheek.

“Thank you, my love. But if you were actually dead I would’ve gone full on psycho and probably murder Charlie.” You joked as you looked up at him with a smile as he quickly rubbed the back of his neck and said something about leaving, making Wil laugh more.

——

After all the boys argued about feeding him to the zombies, overall deciding to even after you yelled at all of them that they’d leave him here to rest as you rubbed his head and held him, still keeping up the distant and revengeful persona.

As they carried him out of your arms and down the hall to groaning people, you held the gun in your hands Wil had and followed silently, not wanting to be apart of this dreadful experience, seeing your boyfriend get swarmed with half dead people.

“Fucking cruel.” You whispered to yourself as Wil watched with you, shaking his head.

“It’s ok, we’ll get out of here, alright?” Phil said as you nodded and left with the rest of them .

Running down halls and tunnels, all trying to find the extraction point, Charlie cried about turning Wil to pasta.

“Should’ve fucking listen to me before turning my boyfriend into mush yeah?!” You yelled at them, still feeling a little upset they decided to feed him to the herd.

As you guys came across steps, Charlie pointed out a sign that clearly said “way out.”

“Well if it’s the way out, get going!” You yelled as you hurriedly pushed past and ran up the steps. Coming out the doors to the night sky and crisp air, you all looked around as you laughed and spun around, letting the fresh air and earth take you in its wake.

“I smell survival that way.” Tom said as he pointed to the right.

“I smell goo.”

You shook your head as you all followed Tommy once the zombies started coming back. As you all got to the gate, all of you realized it was locked. Well, most of you.

“Here, Tom.” You pointed to a little lock that he turned and opened the gate as you all ran, Charlie staying clung to the metal bars, shaking and yelling to let him out. “Charlie here! Come on!”

“Charlie!” You all yelled out for the man but realized it was too late once the herd reached him and took him in their grasp.

“Charlie’s gone down. So will I- actually no I’m scared, I’m scared.”

“Pussy.” You said to him as you all stood there waiting for something to happen.

“Hey! Actually I’m very much a strong-“

“Car! Go to the car!” Ranboo yelled as you all started running again. As you all started to slow down and look for the car, Phil decided it was his turn to stay back and help defend us.

“You have to go-“

“Phil, no!” All of you yelled out as Phil started to get attacked by some zombies, you pulling both of them away, already knowing his fate.

“Come on! There’s no time! He already chose!” You yelled as you all ran a bit more you all saw a car sitting there, on and ready to go.

You all hoped in, sitting across the back seats as you all slumped and rested as you told the driver where to go.

“We’re safe, I think we’re ok!” Ranboo said as you leant against Tom in relief. All of you being able to breathe for once after hours in end of agony and pain.

Hearing groaning, both you and Tom’s eyes popped wide as you both looked back to see a sickly looking Wilbur.

“Tom?” Ranboo asked worriedly as Wilbur just sat there for a minute before launching at you and Tom, both of you screaming as Wil toppled on top of you both.

Screams turned into laughter as Wil’s hands gently dug into the sides of your and Tom’s side, tickling you both briefly as he retracted back into the trunk.

“Was I scary?” Wil asked as he smiled at you three.

“Hmm… no but you do look really pretty.” You smiled at him as the car stopped and you all got out.

Going to the back you opened the trunk and let Wil out as he sat on the edge of the car, letting you stand between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand resting on your hips.

“Am I always pretty and handsome to you? Even when I’m trying to be scary or cringey or-“

You cut him off with a short kiss as you smiled down at him.

“Yes. Always. Now let’s get this stuff off of you, it looks itchy.”

“Oh it is!”

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A mass of fools and knaves

The full email exchange between Alex Claremont Diaz and Prince Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor from Chapter Nine of Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. Put here for my best friend to read.

A mass of fools and knaves A [email protected] 8/10/20 1:04 AM to Henry H, Have you ever read any of Alexander Hamilton’s letters to John Laurens? What am I saying? Of course you haven’t. You’d probably be disinherited for revolutionary sympathies. Well, since I got the boot from the campaign, there is literally nothing for me to do but watch cable news (diligently chipping away at my brain cells by the day) and sort through all my old shit from college. Just looking at papers, thinking: Excellent, yes, I’m so glad I stayed up all night writing this for a 98 in the class, only to get summarily fired from the first job I ever had and exiled to my bedroom! Great job, Alex! Is this how you feel in the palace all the time? It fucking sucks, man. So anyway, I’m going through my college stuff, and I find this analysis I did of Hamilton’s wartime correspondence, and hear me out: I think Hamilton could have been bi. His letters to Laurens are almost as romantic as his letters to his wife. Half of them are signed “Yours” or “Affectionately yrs,” and the last one before Laurens died is signed “Yrs for ever.” I can’t figure out why nobody talks about the possibility of a Founding Father being not straight (outside of Chernow’s biography, which is great btw, see attached bibliography). I mean, I know why, but. Anyway, I found this part of a letter he wrote to Laurens, and it made me think of you. And me, I guess: The truth is I am an unlucky honest man, that speak my sentiments to all and with emphasis. I say this to you because you know it and will not charge me with vanity. I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you … Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some. Affectionately yrs, slowly going insane, Alex, First Son of Founding Father Sacrilege

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 239-241). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves Henry [email protected] 8/10/20 4:18 AM to A Alex, First Son of Masturbatory Historical Readings: The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me. Every time you mention your slow decay inside the White House, I can’t help but feel it’s my fault, and I feel absolutely shit about it. I’m sorry. I should have known better than to turn up at a thing like that. I got carried away; I didn’t think. I know how much that job meant to you. I just want to … you know. Extend the option. If you wanted less of me, and more of that—the work, the uncomplicated things—I would understand. Truly. In any event … Believe it or not, I have actually done a bit of reading on Hamilton, for a number of reasons. First, he was a brilliant writer. Second, I knew you were named after him (the pair of you share an alarming number of traits, by the by: passionate determination, never knowing when to shut up, &c &c). And third, some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context. Are you angling for a revolutionary soldier role-play scenario? I must inform you, any trace of King George III blood I have would curdle in my very veins and render me useless to you. Or are you suggesting you’d rather exchange passionate letters by candlelight? Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all? I think perhaps Hamilton said it better in a letter to Eliza: You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. If you did decide to take the option mentioned at the start of this email, I do hope you haven’t read the rest of this rubbish. Regards, Haplessly Romantic Heretic Prince Henry the Utterly Daft

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 241-243). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves A [email protected] 8/10/20 5:36 AM to Henry H, Please don’t be stupid. No part of any of this will ever be uncomplicated. Anyway, you should be a writer. You are a writer. Even after all this, I still always feel like I want to know more of you. Does that sound crazy? I just sit here and wonder, who is this person who knows stuff about Hamilton and writes like this? Where does someone like that even come from? How was I so wrong? It’s weird because I always know things about people, gut feelings that usually lead me in more or less the right direction. I do think I got a gut feeling with you, I just didn’t have what I needed in my head to understand it. But I kind of kept chasing it anyway, like I was just going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best. I guess that makes you the North Star? I wanna see you again and soon. I keep reading that one paragraph over and over again. You know which one. I want you back here with me. I want your body and I want the rest of you too. And I want to get the fuck out of this house. Watching June and Nora on TV doing appearances without me is torture. We have this annual thing at my dad’s lake house in Texas. Whole long weekend off the grid. There’s a lake with a pier, and my dad always cooks something fucking amazing. You wanna come? I kind of can’t stop thinking about you all sunburned and pretty sitting out there in the country. It’s the weekend after next. If Shaan can talk to Zahra or somebody about flying you into Austin, we can pick you up from there. Say yes? Yrs, Alex P.S. Allen Ginsberg to Peter Orlovsky—1958: Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 243-245). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves Henry [email protected] 8/10/20 8:22 PM to A Alex, If I’m north, I shudder to think where in God’s name we’re going. I’m ruminating on identity and your question about where a person like me comes from, and as best as I can explain it, here’s a story: Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery. At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince. His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole. Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too. So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right. Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.” I’m in for the lake house. I must admit, I’m glad you’re getting out of the house. I worry you may burn the thing down. Does this mean I’ll be meeting your father? I miss you. x Henry P.S. This is mortifying and maudlin and, honestly, I hope you forget it as soon as you’ve read it. P.P.S. From Henry James to Hendrik C. Andersen, 1899: May the terrific U.S.A. be meanwhile not a brute to you. I feel in you a confidence, dear Boy–which to show is a joy to me. My hopes and desires and sympathies right heartily and most firmly, go with you. So keep up your heart, and tell me, as it shapes itself, your (inevitably, I imagine, more or less weird) American story. May, at any rate, tutta quella gente be good to you.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 245-247). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

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Ok managed to catch up on Cheating Detective Satori... surprisingly quickly! Was it as bad as I thought?

....I mean, not really but it's still not... the best. Full review under the keep reading tag. Huge spoilers for the manga, of course.

Ok so, for the first bit before Mizuchi's reveal was... honestly kinda bad, like, Satori could've just... solved the case at the mansion quicker if she just read Sakuya's mind and went "ah yes she had no motive but did it anyway she was possessed" because like, if Mizuchi had been pulling shit like that before in former Hell, shouldn't she have said something? That's kind of a problem in this manga, the characters who should be telling us something are just so "vaguey no explainey". And also, why the fuck wasn't she at the scene more often? Like, why wasn't she the one who interviewed Sakuya? Why Orin? Why does Satori barely show up in a manga called Cheating Detective Satori? I mean, I don't mind it as a narrative choice but with the title it just feels like false advertising at this point.

Overall, the first portion of the manga with the endless "but who's being possessed next?" is honesly kinda frustrating. Also, Reimu, you are literally a shrine maiden and you have experience with ghosts and the like, what's stopping you from using some kind of spiritual techniques to try and track Mizuchi down? Like, why?

And now for the somewhat controversial reveal of Mizuchi...and honestly? I'm fine with it not being Mima. Like, it would have contradicted with her character from the PC-98 games anyways, and also because MORE MIZUCHI PLEASE HOLY FUCKING SHIT HAVE I BEEN CONVERTED TO THE MIZUCHI ENJOYERS CLUB OH MY FUCKING GOD-

Yeah so Mizuchi is my diamond in the rough that is Cheating Detective Satori. I like her character a lot and the parts where she's in it are some of my favourite parts in the manga. However, I think her sudden escalations in power are... well a bit much to say the least? Like, in the Eientei arc they mention how "we don't really know how the jailbreak king posses people" and my first reaction was, "REIMU YOU HAVE SEEN NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT 4 PEOPLE GET PASS OUT AFTER DRINKING SOMETHING, MAYBE YOU COULD INFER THAT THIS JAILBREAK KING CAN ONLY GET TO YOU IF YOU DRINK SOMETHING AND SO YOU MAKE SURE NO ONE DRINKS ANYTHING EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW THE EXACT CAUSE OF IT-" which, I guess it was never really properly established but fine, it leads to a cool moment where Mokou gets possesed and all but still. Mizuchi doesn't really have any weaknesses and kinda gets more and more powerful as the manga goes on.

However, if ZUN plays his cards right this could turn into a good thing JUST HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE-

Ok so, before I read the manga I saw the idea that Okina had something to do with Mizuchi getting loose and I fucking love that idea. Mizuchi's rampage in Gensokyo being enabled by Okina (albeit unknowingly) could also help explain the sudden power ups she gets.

[EDIT]: Ok as I was still organizing my thoughts on the manga after this, I realized that the limitation of Mizuchi only being able to posses people who have a grudge on the Hakurei shrine is pretty smart and could be used for some good character conflicts. But I think this is something that's kind of underutilized in the actual manga, despite the fact that it maybe limits who Mizuchi can posses in Gensokyo.

Anyways, the manga is kind of just wallowing with the story, like, why did the protagonists just let Mizuchi get away into former Hell when they could've just... exterminated her then and there. Like, if you still wanted Mizuchi to get away somehow, you could just extend the fight to where Mizuchi swaps from body to body as she makes everyone fight each other for her, so that by the end, everyone is too exhausted to go after her. Other than that, I actually liked the Myouren Temple arc a lot. Like, it isn't perfect per say but I liked it the most. I also liked how in the most recent chapter, we (kind of) learn what Mizuchi's deal is, mainly that something about Gensokyo's creation royally screwed her over. I also think that the twist with her being a member of a family that served the Hakurei shrine was really cool too. I have always liked the idea of there being something darker going on behind Gensokyo's creation. I honest to god don't know how the fuck ZUN is gonna end the manga though. Like, I just wanna know how the hell things are gonna go now, especially with the sealing off of former Hell. Which, side note, but I love how pissed off Yuugi is in the most recent chapter, like, this is the second time now that someone who was meant to take care of the place just ended up ditching it. Of course she's gonna be mad. I'm not against the idea of Former Hell needing to be sealed up, it's just how it gets there that's kind of messy. Like, it's such a drastic decision that just feels to rash for Satori to make, especially considering the fact that Mizuchi was RIGHT FUCKING THERE I'M STILL PISSED OFF THAT THEY JUST LET HER GET AWAY LIKE THAT LIKE WHY?! I feel like that's where a lot of problems with this manga lie, a lot of really interesting plot points and events that are very messily connected.

[EDIT]: Ok so about that last point I missed something with the latest chapter and yeah, Satori planning on getting Reimu to confront Mizuchi personally is a good way narratively to recover from what would normally be something out of character for Satori (This whole post was made in a bit of a hurry after I finished the most recent chapter so the information still needs to set in my brain a little).

Now for my thoughts on the artstyle. I'll be honest, the early artstyle for the manga was really pretty, but didn't really work for a manga style story. It's really nice looking for illustrations, but other than that it's just kinda eh. The page layouts were kind of boring and I think that's what made the earlier chapters feel boring. It also somehow fucked up the way each character talked if that makes any sense??? Like, since there wasn't really much expression in the character's faces, they all kind of started to blend together, even with the dialogue they all felt like they thought and reacted in the exact same way. Not to mention Sakuya's STUPID RINKY DINK LITTLE MAID CROWN WHY IS IT VERTICAL- sorry had to go off on that tangent there, that's always bothered me.

However, the manga's new style is so much better oh my god. Like, everyone translated pretty well into the style, even if it is a teensy bit inconsistent. The page layouts were also really creative and made things a lot easier to read. It only got better as the manga went on too. Can I talk about how beautiful Yuugi looks? Ok so Yuugi looks fucking gorgeous in this manga, like, the artist clearly liked her the most because she just looks *muah* chef's kiss. Also, the fights in this manga are so well done, like, this is EXACTLY what I was missing in Lotus Eaters. Like, all the hits feel weighty and impactful, and not to mention how expressive the characters are. The newer style isn't afraid to give us some really fucking unhinged expressions and I LOVE THAT. It helped make the manga more tolerable.

I said in my review of Lotus Eaters that I would compare the two mangas in terms of writing styles so I'm gonna do that. Lotus Eaters represents a lot of ZUN's strengths in writing, i.e. shorter more character driven stories that wrap themselves up nicely in the end. I think this is probably because ZUN is more experienced with this style of writing, since from what I've gathered, a lot of the other mangas and literary works follow this similar principal. I feel like ZUN doesn't have trouble with writing good characters, but instead struggles with finding ways to make them act consistently throughout a longer narrative. Like, I feel like that's the best way to put it. I feel like a good way to rectify this issue for ZUN is if he tried writing more longer printed works (mainly just to get experience with the format) take what he learned from CDS and apply that.

IDK if I gave Lotus Eaters a rating but I'll do so for CDS. I'd say it's a 4.5/10 if we're being generous. It frustrated me to no end because of how many missed opportunities it had, and it had so much potential to be amazing, even though it has some good qualities that made the experience a bit less painful than what I was expecting. I mean, it's still ongoing so it could get better, but now I'm just more curious to see how it sticks the landing. My math question comparison that I made in my Lotus Eaters review still holds up tho lol.

I remember a post on here saying that JoJo Part 4 is basically just CDS but good. And honestly, now that I've actually read the manga I see what that person meant now lol.

#touhou project #cheating detective satori

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Any opinion on Red Hood: Outlaws (Webtoons)? I only read the first five chapters and kind of don't like the angry-robin-approach... Thanks in advance!

Hello! I stopped reading it a while ago so 1) my criticism for the comic isn't very fresh in my mind and 2) i don't have the full picture since i only read a handful of chapters, so i wouldnt be able to write a whole essay on it, but who doesn't love giving opinions!

From what i remember i didn't like it either, like i said disclaimer that i stopped reading halfway through and a while ago so maybe my complaints got solved down the line, my bad, etc. but the thing is that i sincerely do not want to go back and re-read it/read all the chapters which should speak for itself 🙏 I found the writing cringy and very superficial, very close to lobdell's rhato which will always leave a bad taste in my mouth. atp i don't care about jason being written as an "angry robin" as long as it has nuance and context, but i didn't get to see those two things in the webtoon so i get you (not to say it wasn't present, just that i literally didn't get there if it was expanded on later lol). What i remember pissed me off was the amount of memes and mcu style jokes in the comic, it felt lazy 🤷 i can text my friend and use 5 viral video references in it but doing the same thing on an official comic? Be serious please, i'm not asking you to become judd winick and give us the next utrh but at least dont steal funny tweets from the internet for a dialogue...

Also a thing i like about jason is that he's a dickhead but fun and charming in his own way and the jason in the webtoon was just boring sorry, if i google "action movies watch online" and picked a random title and pressed play im sure the main character would have the same feel as webtoon jason. AND ALSO! (family guy dad voice) i did not care for jason/artemis. Boring, yawning, sloppy, lazy. very predictable from the go and not even in a fun way, i was over it already and i read like only 7 chapters.

And also a minor detail that i disliked, i hated jason's haircut KJLFG like that pissed me off so badly everytime i saw him without the helmet, put that shit back on.

Anyways, hope that was semi coherent, complaining about the way a comic is written just for the criticism so be terribly redacted is extremely ironic but well, i'm not being paid for it :P

lets hope the shawn martinbrough jason solo gets a date announcement soon jasonbits 🙏

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edit just to add that unfortunately i Have been keeping up with it (stopped paying for fast pass v early on tho lmao), and the issues jules mentions above do persist and only get worse as the comic progresses <3 it's all very superficial, doesn't make sense most of the time, pacing is so clunky and writer doesn't seem to know which canon to stick to. jason is very ooc, he's just a dick just to be a dick and not in like a fun cunty way yk ? he's portrayed as uncaring and very like,, incompetent. artemis is ooc too to an extent. like you can't even enjoy it in the way wfa can be enjoyed as a silly little webtoon it just kinda like. sucks.

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#answers #asks #was feeling chatty today sorry everyone #the art can be cute though so we will keep reblogging it unlike titans where jason is ugly so we just pretend it doesnt exist

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Hi!! Could I request hcs with Tsumugi and Chiaki with a s/o who really loves it when they act cute/needy? Things like being too embarrassed to ask to cuddle/hold hands/etc.

Of course! I love me some fluffy content as well <3

Edit: Holy shit anon I´m so so sorry??? This request is one of the first enstars ones I´ve ever gotten and it´s been sitting in my drafts half-finished for ages now T.T I have no idea if you´re still around but I´m sorry for it taking so long to get to it and I hope you still enjoy it nevertheless!!

Also this is the first time I´ve really written for Tsumugi so I´m sorry if anything I´ve written is ooc, I´m still trying to get a proper grasp on his character!

gn reader

tw mentions of overworking

Tsumugi with a s/o that likes it when he is acting cute and needy

Tsumugi has a tendency to overwork himself, often working even into the late hours of the night, something you´ve no doubt scolded him for countless times. You appreciate how hardworking your boyfriend is, but you´re concerned for him and wish that he would take better care of himself

Which is why you´ve made it a habit to check up on him when you think it´s getting late and try to convince him to leave the work for another day. Tsumugi might protest at first, arguing that he needs to do his part, but he quickly changes his mind when you get close to him and lay your hand over his

It´s cute how the frown on his face immediately softens and instead, he eagerly leans into your touch

It´s almost like a switch (hah) has been flicked as he now holds onto your arm, the work on his desk completely forgotten at the chance of being able to touch you.

He asks you if you can come a bit closer so he can hold you better and who are you to refuse when your boyfriend is so cutely asking for your affection?

It´s not even a second after you shuffled a bit closer that Tsumgi practically throws himself at you, his arms wrapping around your back in a tight embrace as he sighs contently

You´re a bit surprised by how forward he is being today and feel inclined to tease him about it a bit as you gently pat his head

“Aww you´re being so needy today, aren´t you? But luckily for you, I don´t mind at all.”

Tsumugi is not always this touchy but on days like this, where the tiredness is slowly catching up to him, he wants to indulge a little bit. Holding you calms him down when he´s been having a stressful day so far, so don´t expect to be let go anytime soon

Tsumugi can be pretty clingy with you when he wants to, but you wouldn´t want it any other way

Chiaki with a s/o that likes it when he is acting cute and needy

I think what makes this shy behaviour so cute when it comes to Chiaki is how greatly it contrasts his usual demeanor. He´s not at all shy when it comes to showing affection to the people he cares about and tends to be very touchy-feely on top of that to the point that some might even be embarrassed by it

Chiaki is just a very passionate person and he wants everyone to know that! You as his significant other are very much the same, he just loves showering you in affection whenever he has the chance to and is not ashamed to admit it. Why should he feel bad about loving you, after all?

So it´s very rare that Chiaki feels shy about asking for these kind of thingy, which makes it all the more precious when it does happen

You see, despite the fact that he likes to be boastful and full of energy, he still has his own insecurities that he has to work with, just like anyone else, he just doesn´t want to be seen as “uncool” by the people that look up to him. So he tries to act like these things don´t bother him, even when they clearly do

You´re one of the few people Chiaki feels comfortable with to show these more hidden emotions to. You always tell him that you´re there for him whenever he needs an open ear and he´s so grateful for that

In these vulnerable moments, Chiaki is not as confident as he usually is and you would notice that in the way he shyly asks if you could hold him for a bit because he feels like he needs the comfort right now

His gaze is not meeting yours as he asks this and you can´t help but chuckle at the redness coating his cheeks. But you´re more than happy to step up to the task and wrap your arms around Chiaki to hold him close

“You´re so cute”, is what you softly whisper to him and all Chiaki can do is to try and hide the dorky smile that is spreading on his face by shuffling even closer

“Can we stay like this for a bit longer? Please”

“Of course”

#ensemble stars #enstars #chiaki morisawa x reader #tsumugi aoba x reader #ensemble stars x reader #chiaki morisawa #tsumugi aoba #enstars x reader #enstars chiaki #enstars tsumugi #ryuseitai #switch #gn reader #chiaki x reader #tsumugi x reader

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stardustprompts · 10 months

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hbo’s avenue 5 season 1 sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; alcohol mention , nsfw , language , death , mental health

‘I only ever sing when I’m drunk ... so ask me again at 5 pm.’

‘hey, set your phasers to fun.’

‘I like to see folk take pride in their work, even if some might call that work ‘menial.’ not me, though, I value your labor.’

‘I would love to disperse your irritation.’

‘I think it’s the sarcasm alarm.’

‘unfortunately, I am still fully conscious.’

‘sorry to bother you but it’s my job.’

‘that sounds rude, I meant it to be self - deprecating.’

‘we all have a cool story to tell our therapists and chiropractors.’

‘I wish we were in separate rooms and I hate being alone!’

‘hey, dial it down! I’m the one who gets to be mad!’

‘you don’t patronize me by telling me not to be patronized, okay?’

‘I’m sorry, I’ve immediately forgotten what you just said.’

‘well, I’ve just mixed us a cocktail of ‘keep calm and suck my balls’.

‘you’re way less annoying than you were thirty seconds ago.’

‘I have had enough of your tall attitude and your high mouth.’

‘a problem is just a solution without a solution.’

‘this is a designated good news area, no downers, no frowners.’

‘we are way beyond rekindling, (name). my heart is not a barbeque!’

‘there may be some more bad news, or, as I’m learning to call it, news.’

‘eat the rich!’

‘sleeping on the floor is not as comfy as dogs make it look.’

‘you’ve been a wild kind of useless.’

‘is this what depression looks like, (name)? because if so, get that stuff away from me.’

‘you’re like santa clause with a sack full of shit.’

‘I’m not fluent in facial expressions.’

‘what’s going on in here? smells tense.’

‘oh, you look haunted.’

‘I’d close your mouth because it’s not a joke.’

‘I don’t like being unhappy. I just don’t.’

‘how do you accidentally kiss someone’s neck?’

‘I’m laughing because I’m terrified.’

‘if it’s any consolation, I hate me.’

‘I say a lot of things that are shit.’

‘you should never speak to human beings.’

‘don’t get hung up on results. the journey is the destination.’

‘you’re just saying that because I told you to, aren’t you?’

‘if anyone needs to freak out, this is a safe space. emotionally. physically, we’re all in terrible danger.’

‘i’d always hoped that my last words might be better than ‘fuck me, no.’’

‘all I got from that was ‘you’re going to die out here.’‘

‘I haven’t got it. help me more.’

‘why the fuck did I say that?’

‘it was true when I said it. like a marriage vow.’

‘I feel a bit trapped.’

‘I’ll have another shot of water, please.’

‘I usually don’t drink because it makes me blunt and opinionated.’

‘was your oxygen restricted in your early developmental years?’

‘don’t ever, ever show anyone your feelings. just bury them as deep as you can.’

‘you’re not a happy drunk.’

‘calm ... and I cannot express this enough ... the fuck down!’

‘that was wrong! hot, but wrong!’

‘I think everything will be okay if we just stick together.’

‘two options. one, murder. and two, and I know I keep looping back to this ... murder.’

‘are you hurting?’

‘you should prepare to enjoy your last moments of happiness.’

‘my thoughts connect instantaneously with my mouth. it’s extremely efficient.’

‘I never say sorry. like my hero, gandhi.’

‘I thought I was calm, but I am not fucking calm! I don’t wanna die!’

‘I have been in such a dark place.’

‘you like babies so much you wanna be one?’

‘I’ve gone through a period of serious introspection since last night.’

‘don’t talk and you’ll last marginally longer.’

‘I do know suffering, and you’re suffering.’

‘if you have to be passive aggressive, do it only with your eyes.’

‘you have to think before you speak. and then, think again.’

‘this part of the nightmare is over.’

‘that’s just someone that I’m not scared of.’

‘we have great banter.’

‘that was really bad. we need to work on your comebacks.’

‘you can do this, because quite frankly, you have to.’

‘I could hug you, but neither one of us wants that.’

‘why are you acting like a little foster child with a secret?’

‘it was insanely funny. I was just laughing on the inside.’

‘am I about to get whacked?’

‘this is an intervention.’

‘lets climb down from a place of anger.’

‘back off, buddy, or you will feel my wraith. and I am fire. literally fire.’

‘I’m as mad as a fucking bear.’

‘you can’t do that because you’ll die.’

‘I don’t know why you think you’re right and I am wrong.’

‘don’t be as stupid as your face.’

‘you can’t just save my life. you gotta make it about you.’

‘you’re so cute when you’re lying.’

‘it’s not not your fault.’

‘there’s plenty of blame to go around. we are all going to get a slice.’

‘I’m not very good at this, and you know that, but let’s just pretend that I am.’

‘my decision to make a quick decision was itself a bad decision.’

‘I have the decision-making powers of a pigeon trapped in a library.’

‘every room you’re in ripples with tension.’

‘why do I keep thinking i’m clever? I’m not. on a good day I’m barely not stupid.’

‘I’m not clever but I look as though I should be.’

‘we’re all hiding. I’m hiding. you’re hiding...’

‘poor octopus. eight arms, but no hands. fuck you, god.’

‘violence is never the solution.’

‘I have never been more attracted to you than right now.’

‘my patience has snapped like a 200-year-old breadstick!’

‘I don’t mean to be impolite but shut your pie-hole.’

‘you know that thing you do where you act sarcastic so we all feel sorry for you? it works. we do.’

‘I related to you because you always fell short.’

‘I feel like I’m dying and my teeth are falling out.’

‘you were like a coworker to me.’

‘this has been a horrible day.’

#rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #television prompts #television sentence starters #avenue 5 sentence starters #avenue 5 prompts #hbo prompts #hbo sentence starters

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izukuwus · 1 year

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Edible Arrangements 36

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief I didn't feel like editing so I didn't. enjoy this in all its raw glory and experimental bullshit. I'm having fun with POV stuff. suffer. <3

I will probably be returning later on to edit this more properly!

Summary: [name] finds somewhere to stay. The world moves on.

Warnings: man I never know what to warn for. this whole chapter is basically an out of body experience complete with ✨conflict✨though so watch out!

Word Count: ~3800 words

Hitoshi does not know what happened, but he has a sinking feeling that it wasn’t good.

For one thing, [name] is asleep on his couch with a duffle bag he’s never seen before at their feet. For another, they look like shit. For a third thing, he can’t get into contact with Izuku, and [name] hasn’t answered any of his questions since they got here. In fact, they’ve hardly said much of anything, just stared at him, dead-eyed and confused.

All the explanations had come over text yesterday.

Can I stay at your place for a while? I can’t stay here anymore. It’s not safe.

It must be because they were so shaken up from the attack, right? He can see Izuku explaining how unsafe it is around him, with the way the guy’s been blaming himself for every so much as paper cut that [name] sustained since they met. And given the guy’s history with serial killers, it’d make sense.

Maybe [name]’s just upset by that.

Except, that wouldn’t explain why their eyes are so dead, why every time Hitoshi has tried to ask them a question, they’re somewhere far away. He doesn’t know where to take it, but it’s been a full twenty-four hours and they still haven’t made a move to even eat anything.

They’re just laying on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

So, Hitoshi brings them food. He recalls them mentioning how they liked spaghetti once, so spaghetti he brings. They’re still sprawled over the couch, so he sits on the other side of the coffee table and stares. “Are you going to eat?”

They make a weird half-shrug, restricted by the sling. His heart sinks at the wince they give. “I don’t think I’m hungry.”

It’s the longest sentence they’ve said since they got here.

“You should eat something. You need your strength to heal that stab wound.”

“Stab wound…?” they echo, a tilt to their head.

“Yeah. You don’t remember being stabbed?”

They turn to meet his eyes at last, and not an emotion reads on their face. They shake their head just slightly.

Oh. That is what we in the business would like to refer to as a “problem”.

“Will you eat something?” he tries again. He hates to do this, especially to someone like [name], but if they won’t eat…

“Not really hungry,” they reply, more firmly this time.

The fact that there is almost no change in expression is horrific and jarring. He’s not even sure his quirk has actually taken hold on them until he commands them to sit up and they listen perfectly.

“Eat the food I gave you,” he orders, feeling a pit settle in his stomach as they begin to obey before he even finishes. “Be careful to chew it properly and not choke on it.” He hates using his quirk. Hates the guilt it churns. Hates the control. He knows it’s a deep-seated thing instilled in him from years of shitty living, but he can’t help it. The hollow expression on their face as they eat is just too much.

While they eat, he slips into the other room and pours a glass of water. Sets that in front of them, too, and when they’re done, he orders them to drink it slowly.

When at last the glass is drained, he releases his quirk. Again, he’s barely certain that it’s worked—they have the same empty look in their eyes. When he brainwashes someone, he thinks of it like temporarily shattering their mind.

And here [name] is.

Sitting on his couch looking absolutely shattered.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, mostly in an attempt to figure out whether they have their autonomy back.

They give another awkward, wince-y, half-shrug, seeming no better than before.

Well.

At least he got them to eat.

To say that things are fine would be an inaccurate assessment of the situation at hand.

See, [name] isn’t picking up their phone or texting anyone back, and people have been texting them a lot. They’re only eating when Hitoshi brainwashes them and forces them to, only drinking when he does the same. If anything, the situation seems to be worsening—he’s not sure if it’s his quirk or their condition, but what was at first able to be “eat the food” becomes more and more complicated each time.

As their phone blows up (charged only because Hitoshi made sure it would) Hitoshi sits with his dinner and theirs and tries not to think too heavily about the past week.

“Are you going to eat?” he asks, like he has the past several days.

They shake their head. “No.”

He’s growing better at telling when his quirk washes over them. Part of him wants to think it’s because they’re getting better—just slightly, their expression when under his influence and their expression when just staring at his ceiling are drifting apart. He wants to believe that. In fact, he does believe that. [name] is getting better. Their condition is improving.

If they were responsive, maybe they’d catch him lying to himself. He settles in for the work he's about to do:

"Pick up the fork."

"Now put a bite's worth of food on the fork."

"Now put the end of the fork holding the bite of food into your mouth."

"Remove the fork from your mouth."

"Chew the food in your mouth."

"Swallow the food in your mouth."

He won't lie. The fact that he has to do this is... bad. He's not sure how to fix this. Depression wouldn't put [name] in a state like this. He's not sure what would, but he knows depression.

He checks his phone, in between instructing them to eat.

Mina to Hitoshi at 7:43 PM

Mina: hey have you heard from [name] at all?

Mina: they're not picking up or texting back and I can't get ahold of izuku

Mina: I am one missed call away from breaking down their door

Hitoshi: yeah, [name]’s been at my place

Hitoshi: for like the past week

Hitoshi: I’ve been trying not to pressure them but honestly you should get over here

Hitoshi: it’s bad

He sends his address and goes back to work. “Pick up a bite’s worth of food with the fork in your hand.”

Like that, he works, making sure that they chew and safely swallow every bite. When Mina arrives, it is with Tsuyu, and they nearly push their way into the apartment.

“How bad is it?” Mina demands. “Actually, don’t answer that. If they’re not responding to texts it has to be bad.”

“They’re not going to respond when you talk to them yet,” he explains as he leads them in and closes the door tightly behind them. If he had been worried about security before [name] got attacked, he had become neurotic about it ever since they showed up to dissociate on his couch. “I’ve got them under my quirk.”

“Why? What are you doing?”

He rubs the back of his neck as they find [name], sitting on the living room couch with fork hovering above plate. Unresponsive.

“It’s the only way I can get them to eat anything. If I hadn’t been brainwashing them into regular meals, they’d be suffering starvation by now.” He glances their way, directing a command. “Put the fork on the plate.”

They obey, robotically, and he releases them from his hold.

Hazy eyes roam over the room a moment.

“[name]…?” Mina calls.

“Mina, Tsuyu,” they croak. Just the slightest light returns to their eyes. “Finally someone I recognize.”

A chill settles over the room, or maybe that’s just Hitoshi feeling it.

“Someone you recognize…?” Tsuyu says. “[name], you’ve been living with Hitoshi for a week. Are you saying you don’t recognize him?”

A tiny, tiny nod. “Do you know how I got here?”

“No? How?”

“I was hoping you knew.”

Okay, the talking is progress. The information, however, is damning.

“Are you saying you’ve just been quietly sitting here not remembering who I am for the past week?”

A nod.

“Shit, [name], why didn’t you say anything?”

A half-shrug.

Mina and Tsuyu cast him worried looks. “They don’t remember you?”

Yeah. Maybe this is bad.

“Okay. We need to figure out what happened to them. [name], hang out here and eat something.”

They don’t respond as Hitoshi leads the girls away.

“Alright. So obviously something happened.”

“They’ve been like this all week?”

He nods. “They texted me out of nowhere asking to crash on my couch for a bit because they couldn’t stay at Izuku’s anymore. They didn’t give any indication that they were like this, and they just kind of showed up at my door with a duffle bag. I figured Izuku was getting too worried about their safety and asked them to hide out somewhere for a while.”

Mina wraps her arms around herself. “Tsuyu, do you remember when [name] and Tenya broke up? Er, when Tenya enthralled them?”

She nods. “This is worse. Much worse.”

“So what, do we think they were enthralled again?”

“They’d be double-enthralled. Between forgetting their childhood friend and whatever they would have forgotten this time, that’s a huge stress on the brain.”

“I think we need to bring in Neito on this conversation,” Tsuyu says.

“Really?”

“If [name]’s been enthralled again, there’s a few candidates,” she explains, eying him warily. “No offense, but you’re one of them. Neito can copy [name]’s quirk and tell us for sure who is and isn’t involved. I’m calling him.”

So they call him. And they wait. And when Neito arrives, he’s quick to stand in front of Hitoshi after brushing a hand against [name] in passing. “What am I asking him?”

“Ask him whether he enthralled [name].”

He jolts in shock. “Enthralled them? You think they’ve been enthralled?”

“It’s our running theory. We’ll update you on what we know once we know it wasn’t Hitoshi.”

“Alright. Hitoshi, did you enthrall [name]?”

“No. I have brainwashed them with my quirk repeatedly over the past week to force them to eat and take in water, though, because I believed that they wouldn’t eat otherwise and I was worried about their health.”

“He’s clean. How do you know I didn’t enthrall them, though?”

Tsuyu tilts her head. “We still have [name]. We’ll ask them.”

“Yeah. Tell me, Neito, did you enthrall our friend?”

“I’ve never enthralled anyone.”

Mina drags him into the living room a moment. “[name], is this guy glowing to you?”

They shake their head. “He’s clean.”

“Great, thanks!”

“[name] says he’s clean. So where do we go from here?”

Neito hums thoughtfully. “We need to start by determining what they’ve actually forgotten. You said that they didn’t know who Hitoshi was or how they arrived here, right?”

“Right.”

“Then we’ll need to speak with them. Figure out what memories they’ve lost. That’ll help us narrow down who did this to them and why. Once we’ve got our list, we’ll start with the questioning.”

So they sit down, a circle around the catatonic [name], and begin to ask questions.

“How are you feeling today, [name]?” Neito starts.

They shrug. He reaches out to touch their arm.

“Can I ask you to answer me verbally?”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“Liar.”

He laughs. “It’s just so we can figure out what’s going on with you. We think something happened.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“What do you remember?”

“I lost my job. I wasn’t going to be able to pay rent next month.”

Mina looks about as pale as a pink girl can get. “[name], that was months ago. You lost your job in August.”

The others share a look as they blankly tilt their head. “What month is it? September?”

“Honey, no. It’s February.”

There’s a long moment where the four of them get to watch as they process the statement.

“Why aren’t you lying to me?”

“Why don’t you know what month it is?”

“Hold on, if [name] thought it was September, then…” Neito looks up from his notes. “[name], do you remember who I am?”

“We haven’t spoken before. You’re That Guy in my ethics course, though. You’re always arguing with everyone.”

“We both passed that course already. We’ve been… friends…? …for months now.”

Mina darts out a hand to cut in. “Hold on, doesn’t this mean… [name], what can you tell me about vampires?”

“They’re fictional monsters. They drink blood and turn into bats. They’re like, classic horror novel creatures.”

This time, everyone feels the chill settling over the room.

“[name]. Do you remember Izuku?”

They furrow their brow, tears springing to their eyes unbidden. “Who’s… who’s…”

The picture of them falling apart is something out of the Renaissance, an artful deconstruction of their emotionless state as the falling tears turn into a stream.

“[name], honey. Talk to me. Why are you crying?”

They shake their head, scarcely able to breathe through the tears. “I don’t know. I-I don’t, I don’t know! Don’t—don’t talk to me about that person. I don’t know them, I don’t like how that name makes me feel, don’t don’t don’t—“

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Let’s take a few deep breaths.”

As Mina crouches in front of them and begins talking them through the breakdown, the others share worried looks.

This is a big problem. One that demands answers.

The first doorstep the [name] protection squad ends up on is Tenya’s the next day.

“Are we really sure it’s him?” Tsuyu mutters as they approach. “I don’t think he would do this.”

“He’s the one with a history,” Hitoshi replies smoothly. “Too bad Neito’s quirk can’t copy [name]’s that long. This would go much faster that way.”

He reaches up and raps on the door firmly, quickly.

“It really is a nice house. Didn’t realize he was such a rich boy.”

After a few moments, the door opens. A woman stands there—shorter than Tenya, but with the same glasses, the same face. Short, bobbed hair. “Can I help you?”

Neito steps forward. “We’re looking for Tenya. It’s really important that we speak to him right away. Is he here?”

“Why, yes. I’ll go get him for you. What’s this about?”

“Something’s happened to [name],” Hitoshi replies.

“[name]? That sweet kid? Why, we haven’t seen them since something happened between them and Tenya after the two went away for college. Is everything alright? Tenya’s stopped talking about them.”

“Everything’s fine, Mrs. Iida,” Tsuyu says. “We just really need to talk to Tenya.”

She nods and disappears into the house. Minutes later, Tenya is there, staring them down with worry.

“What happened?”

“You tell me,” Hitoshi demands. “[name] doesn’t remember anything. They’ve been catatonic on my couch for a week and I’ve been having to brainwash them into doing the basics of eating, drinking, and using the restroom. Do you have any idea how hard it is to instruct someone to change clothes with my quirk without looking at them in the meantime?”

“What?”

“They’ve been enthralled. They thought it was September. They don’t know who I am, or who Neito is, or who Izuku is. We asked and they had a breakdown they couldn’t understand. Let’s make this quick: what the fuck happened?”

“Keep your voice down,” Tenya says firmly. He slips out the door and shuts it behind him. “I don’t know, exactly, what happened. What I do know is that I had nothing to do with it.”

“Great. Very helpful and not suspicious at all.”

“Really! If you’re so worried about it, you should speak with Izuku. See what he has to say. He’s the one who made it very, very clear that he was going to do everything to protect them.”

“Are you saying Izuku was the one who enthralled them?”

He pulls his best polite smile, not reaching his eyes. “I’m saying that I was not, and that Izuku had great concern for their well-being after they were attacked by the serial killer that targeted him. Is there anything else you needed from me?”

“No,” he says. “I guess not.”

They leave him on his doorstep with a mission in mind.

The rage only builds as they approach Izuku’s doorstep. Hitoshi knocks on the door, this time with hard, accusatory knocks. Mina is dialing his number as Hitoshi knocks.

The phone is not answered. The door is not answered. Mina calls three more times before she just starts shouting.

“Izuku, open the fucking door!”

Izuku doesn’t seem to understand why he opens the door, but he does. He stands there, looking like absolute shit. His shirt is stained, bags under his eyes dark enough to give Hitoshi’s serious competition, hair unwashed and unbrushed. He stares at them with dead eyes as the yelling begins.

“Tell me it wasn’t you who enthralled them.”

He doesn’t reply. Doesn’t look remotely surprised, either. Any defense he had is gone in that moment, until all there is is to rip him apart for this shit.

“Are you serious? We’ve been working our asses off trying to get [name] to have all their memories back, and you fucking undid all of that? Do you have any idea how much you’ve wrecked them? Do you have any idea how much they’ve fallen apart? Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you’ve been?”

And Izuku takes it.

“You know, you made [name] really, really happy. They’ve been happier since meeting you than I’ve ever seen them. We asked if they remembered you while we were trying to figure out what happened to them, and they broke down crying on the spot! It took forty-five minutes to calm them down.”

And Izuku takes it.

Neito steps up to the plate, too: “You know, I have been doing my utmost to avoid making assumptions going forward. Ever since I've been turned, I've been trying to convince myself that we can be good people. I've been TRYING to convince myself that we can live without hurting other. So what the hell is this?” He has a threatening tilt to his head, fangs flashing with each word.

And Izuku takes it.

Hitoshi is the one to finally step forward. "You're not going to say anything? You're not even going to try to convince us that you were not the one who did this?"

He lets out a bitter laugh and takes it.

"It would have been better if they'd never met you. They might have been happy, but if you could see them like this? It would tear you apart."

Nothing.

"You get that, don't you? This has nothing to do with them being assaulted and everything to do with the fact that your pathetic ass left them broken into pieces and unable to even understand why. You haven't been the one having to force them to eat for the past week. You haven't been the one having to sit them down and use your shitty quirk that you hate to instruct them through every single bite because they can barely conceive of the steps needed to eat anymore. They're going to need a full-time caretaker, to say nothing of the fact that they can't attend classes anymore. They can't remember anything they're learning! They can't do shit! Because of you."

"I am protecting them," he hisses. "What do you know about that?"

"Protecting them? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't protect shit like this. You're not a god. You're not even armed. You're sending them out into the world with no memories, no will to even eat, and no idea what they're being protected from. You can't protect anyone. If you would just ask for help for once in your fucking life, your parents would be alive and [name] would be here, where you could do anything for them. You're useless on your own. It's time you figured that out, doctor."

Hitoshi jolts back when Izuku stalks towards him, eyes ablaze. "You have no idea what you're talking about. You think you can even begin to understand what this is like for me?" His fists are clenched, green sparks wrapping around him. His quirk. The first anyone here has seen of it. "You don't know a damn thing about what you're talking about. You didn't watch that man slaughter your parents."

"You're right. I didn't. But I've watched [name]. For a week. You know I have to teach them how to do the most basic things? You know you erased me and Neito, too? You know you probably erased Tenya, again? How do you think he feels knowing that he's lost them again?"

"At least Tenya understands what it means to love someone so much you force them to forget you entirely! If someone any of you loved and cared for got dragged into this, you'd—"

"News flash, asshole! You are not the only person on this planet who cares about them! You are not the only person on this planet who wants them to be safe! You are not even the only person in this conversation who wants to protect them. We all want that, and now we're stuck with a friend who's completely catatonic, doesn't remember half of us, and barely remembers how to breathe, and you're acting like Tenya would be on board with this? The difference is, he learned from his mistakes! He has spent every second of his life ever since he enthralled them regretting the moments they don't remember him. Understands? He learned! You, on the other hand, haven't learned shit! You're sitting here determined to repeat history and fuck all of us over for the sake of your petty revenge quest!"

Izuku's voice drops into a low growl. "Petty? That man has killed hundreds of people. Were their lives petty? Were my parents? Is [name]'s life petty to you?"

"What about their mind? Their personality? Clearly that didn't mean shit to you."

The glare of Izuku Midoriya is a powerful thing. His rage is enough to knock a grown man over, if he directs it, and, based on the state his front door is left in when he slams it, it's enough to send four adult humans to the ground. The door itself is barely on the hinges anymore, holding on more out of willpower than anything.

They help each other to their feet, and when it's clear Izuku won't hear them out any longer, Hitoshi turns on his heel. "If you need us, we'll be fixing your mistakes. Don't bother thanking us."

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supernatural s11e12 don't you forget about me (w. nancy won)

hookman redux? oh no it's just what's her face with the good hair and a sword. i don't remember jody's other girl *at all*. she also does not look remotely like a teenager. i know it's hard with casting young people. anyway, very cute to see jody so happy and proud.

why is there so much weird food content in this episode, please 😭 sam and dean are so bored at home, they should be cooking more. we know they can do it! (dean, you know how happy you could make sam with something simple like this, roast chicken and mashed potatoes and green beans is dead easy and tasty and nutritious!)

JODY This is according to the - HEY! [JODY looks at ALEX, who has tried to sneak her wine glass away.] Put it back! [ALEX puts the wine glass back.] JODY … neighborhood crime blogs that Claire has been reading. CLAIRE They're eye-witness accounts. SAM Well, we've hunted on less.

jody's face had me cackling. sam no longer the favorite son 😒

okay so. kathryn newton who plays claire is 19 and supposed to be... 19! and she looks 19. (have i mentioned how much i love her hair?) and katherine ramdeen who plays alex is 25-6 and is supposed to be... 18. sitting next to each other and bickering, it's kind of stark. also kind of funny that they mention barely recognizing her twice. not the only one. was thinking she was recast maybe, but nope

ALEX Claire did catch a werewolf. Oh right! Turned out to be a German shepherd with rabies. JODY And before that was the vampire. Councilwoman into erotic cosplay. I didn't know what cosplay was before that. Super embarrassing for the whole force. DEAN Wow. You've been busy.

i feel bad for claire but this is pretty great

CLAIRE Real life? Okay. Yeah, sure. Let's get real. You and Henry set on a weekend yet? ALEX What? CLAIRE When you sneaking off to Jody's cabin to screw yourself silly? DEAN Ohhh. Here we go.

getting her revenge, as is the sibling way.

honestly, i'm eating this up. sam and dean could use some normal loving family dysfunction for once

JODY Hey, if we can't talk about it we shouldn't be doing it, right? Right? [SAM stutters.] DEAN What?

jody looking to the boys for backup and they're completely falling down on the job 😔 this is also weirdly topical because i've been prepping my 10 year old with information about puberty and basics of sex ed lol

JODY And don't expect the guy, as much as I love Henry, to always show up packing. (To SAM and DEAN) Am I right? [SAM looks down at his plate and takes another bite to avoid answering. Dean stares at her blankly.] DEAN What? JODY Seriously?

useless! :p

i am reveling (obviously) in the domestic awkward bullshit.

JODY And but even there, I feel like I should be teaching her about boyfriends, and relationships, you know, stuff a mom would teach her. DEAN Sammy and I could've benefited from a little of that.

it's fine, i'm fine. hey maybe jody can straighten dean out and get him to talk to sam about amara. they help with the kids, she can help the bigger kids :p

CLAIRE Maybe it's time I just head out on my own. And be a full-fledged hunter. SAM Claire. I absolutely understand the need to hunt. Believe me. I do. But the monsters are always going to be there. On and on. Forever. But a chance at a family? At a home? School? That won't be.

probably rationing the use but i think this could have done with the mushy music. feeling for claire and sam.

also that's a huge bedroom

dean trying to be stern and lecture claire and give alex's boyfriend the stink eye, silly :p

ALEX You should know… I've done some really bad things. Hurt people. I should've told you before. HENRY Everybody's done stuff they're ashamed of. I mean, there was this one kid we all tortured in middle school, I-I can't even think about it. Alex! Hey. I don't care. Whatever it is you did, I don't. Okay?

very "this is the skin of a killer, bella"

jesus bad guy is beating the shit out of jody. very effective in how they shot/edited it

LOL aaand the boyfriend is a vampire, of course. didn't see the, i tried to help you out from a bad man but you took me back to your vampire nest and got turned, story. but made sure to vanquish any sympathy we might have had for the dude after saying he turned a high school kid into a vampire just to ruin her life as revenge

good old sibling bonding over killin vampires, a classic

adorable and always good to have more data that sam doesn't just eat salad :P

hey it's music reminding me of princess bride, i wonder if it's the same music as last time that reminded me of princess bride. that was a while ago (8x06 and 8x14 [which i included a clip of the music, dean setting up his room in the bunker with family pictures etc]). after comparing, the beginning is sorta similar but then it sort of mashes up into something else

DEAN You gonna be alright now that you're outnumbered again? JODY Ah, as long as everyone wears a condom, we'll be fine. DEAN I want that bumper sticker.

true that. told my 10 year old that it's important to know about sex and how babies get made because we don't want any surprise babies running around and the look he gave me: 😵‍💫

i think a lot of it is jody/kim rhodes but the katherine/kathryns also did great making the whole family dynamic with sam and dean work - and the writing! like hey you all can still do a good monster of the week and have really nice, touching and funny moments with the side characters - two episodes in a row! and i didn't even get disgruntled over amara drama once this episode woot woot

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x12 #spn clip #spn tpb music #nancy won #spn musical score

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Oh Bexxx, my dear, you KNOW how bad we all got it for Sam right now after that viewing of You Might, so could you PLEASE bestow upon to us some good ol' Sammy boy? I got some prompts that I know would fit him so well. “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” , “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” , and, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.” He just makes me FEEL things and I can't help myself, but please go nuts! I need soft smut asap! Thank you, queen~

Okay man this took too long for me to get to for fucking real but here it is! A full out, massive request filled for the BIFF! So I wrote this all last night and edited it tonight, I hope you fucking looove it. I have wanted to do this fic for like fucking ever. There is this movie I totally love called, “YPF” or “Young People Fucking.” It is a comedy that follows several couples who fuck on the same night, going from pre-lude and foreplay all the way through to afterglow and one of the couples are two life time best friends and the dude, Matt, gives me MASSIVE Sam energy. I have been craving doing a fic with him based off that movie so I hope you all enjoy this! Major credit to said movie for all the inspo and some of what must be my fave dialogue in any movie, (Shoutout to Kris you totally inspired me just as like a person with your attitude, speech pattern and confidence, what a real one.)

Let’s stop wasting time and let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.4K. Sam Wescott X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Best Of Friends To Fuck Buddies. Mentions Of Cheating. Shit Talking. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Blow Jobs. Pre-Mature Ejactulation. Hand Jobs. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Sex. Intense Feelings. Crushes. Begging. Creampie.

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It’s Making Me Freak Out!

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You had been friends with him longer than you had been friends with basically anyone in your life at this point. He wasn’t your first friend but some people, just like how people have a tendency to do, had left your life, he however was still here, someone you could count and rely on. So naturally, when your years-long relationship ended, with a bag stuffed full of the belongings that had been kept at your now ex’s apartment you showed up on his doorstep, confessing as soon as the door opened, “We broke up.”

He was nothing but understanding, doorknob abandoned in favour of a rare hug between the pair of you as he said, “I always fucking hated that guy.” You naturally returned the hug with both arms with something that was a mix of a sob and a laugh, “Yeah he fucking sucks.”

He pulled back, hands still on your arms as he was saying, “RIght?! That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Samuel Justin Wescott could always make you laugh more than anybody else.

You ended up on his couch, favoured movies and too many snacks and empty beer bottles on the coffee table as you recounted the whole thing and got it all out of your system. You bitched and vented and he was nothing but supportive in that very him sort of way. You crashed there that night and as days bled into weeks and then months you started to do significantly better and how much Sam was there for you definitely helped you along. A few months after said difficult break up you had a growing concern gnawing at your brain stem that refused to leave but it was nuts, like the very idea of it was insane but you found it hard to let it go and as time continued to wear on it started seeming less crazy and more logical, it was downright genius.

And so one Friday, a few drinks into a hangout with Sam you said, “I think we should fuck.”

The next sound was him choking, followed by a cough, maybe stating that so casually with no lead up when he was mid-sip wasn’t the smartest move. A hand on his throat as he struggled to regain his breathing, his other hand setting down the beer bottle so he wouldn’t drop it, finally getting down a big enough breath to gasp out, “Wha-what?!”

You take another sip, trying to play is cool, a small shrug before repeating yourself verbatim, “I think we should fuck.”

Taking that moment to meet his gaze made you fight back a laugh, looking insanely shocked, mouth agape. Now it was your turn to say, “What?”

“What do you mean what?! My best friend of like I don’t even know how long just said we should fuck the same way someone might suggest a new restaurant to try for dinner! And I’m supposed to be like, normal or act like this isn’t-” He was rambling, you cut him off, “Isn’t what man?”

“Isn’t a huge fucking thing to just throw out there so casually!” He was seriously close to freaking out, spiralling hard and trying to brush it off and so you said, “Oh my God, forget it, nevermind!”

“No, no we aren’t going to! I know you, there is a reason for this, something is up-” You throw up both hands, “Nothing is up! I never should have said something, shoulda known you would have-”

“Would have what?” He asked and you sighed, not wanting to say it and he asked, leaning closer, elbows on the table, “Well?” So you finally said, “Gone all Wescott about it.”

“Gone all-oh my fucking God, you have so much faith in me!” He sounded exasperated but it was much more joking, much more light and so you smile and say, “Am I wrong?”

“What?” He asked and you couldn’t help but say, with a raise of your eyebrows, “Is ‘what’ the special word of the day or something?”

“Answer the question!” He pressed and so you said, “Am I wrong for thinking you wouldn’t be able to handle this without freaking out?”

He opened his mouth to retort but instead picked up his beer and took another sip and you laughed, “Because you totally DID just freak out. Or to quote myself earlier you went all-”

“Went all Wescott, yeah, yeah, okay you aren’t wrong, but still! Ow.” He replied and you reached out, a touch of his hand before saying, “I’m sorry for so rightfully categorising you.”

“Such a bitch.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes, it was fond and you laughed before saying, “And you’re such a pussy but what else is new?”

“Ooo you treat me so nice.” He teased and then followed up, “So why do you think we should fuck exactly?”

Another sigh from you, the heaviest so far, “Okay so, you remember, my ex, obviously.”

“Yes, the shit-bag, the man who’s name we dare not speak, of course.” He responded and you said, “Right, exactly. Well it’s been like months and whatever and I have been thinking really hard about where I went so wrong, not just like this relationship, but like all of them cuz like every guy I have ever been with cheated on me-”

Now you were the one who was rambling and spiralling, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “-and as it is you are like the only man I can stand to look at right now.”

“Really?” He said with a quirk of his brow, seemingly impressed and glad that is the case, you smile yourself before you say “Yes, you are. So I have been thinking that I just need to fuck, just get it out of my system or I am gonna fall for some fucking asshole who is just gonna cheat on me again and then I will be right back where I started. Here. All sad and single and shit.”

He takes another long drink before saying, “So, you get so pent up and cock hungry that your asshole radar goes screwy and you end up fucking the first attractive dude you find, who usually ends up being a total dick?”

“Calling me cock hungry AND the hypothetical dude in this scenario an asshole and a dick in the same breath? Impressive Wescott, but yes I think that is what is sooo, if I fuck you, in theory, I can hold out until I met like a normal, non-cheating-non-jerk of a guy. For once.” Another sip before tacking on, “Present company excluded, obviously.”

Content that you had laid it all out there and he nodded along, “I mean it makes sense. Just, are you sure that is what this is?”

“Pretty fucking sure.” You affirm. He asks, tone unsure, “And you want it to be me?”

“Yeah! I mean again, you don’t suck and you’re the only dude I can even stand at present. And we have known each other foreverrr, I can trust you.” He seemed to no longer be freaking out and considering it, this seemed to be turning around, going surprisingly well, better than you could have hoped for honestly, he wasn’t running out the door with a lame excuse.

“So what do you say, Wescott? You wanna help out your ol buddy? My future relationships depend on you screwing my brains out.” You asked, holding a hand out.

He exhales amusedly through his nose, “Jeeze no pressure right?”

A hand runs through his short hair and you could tell by now his answer, you wait, a wide grin as he finally said, “Okay, okay yes, I’ll do it.”

“Yeah you will?!” You asked and he said with a laugh, “Yes, I’ll let you fuck my brains out so you can meet a normal non-jerky guy.”

He took your hand and you shook on it. Both of you broke eye contact with a laugh over how ridiculous this was, you said on an exhale with a shake of your head, “What the fuck are we doing?”

“I don’t fucking know anymore.” He said laughing along and the topic was shelved for that evening, happy at how well this went.

So you both had next Wednesday off so you thought that Tuesday night would be as good as any so you find yourself at his apartment and soon enough on his couch. Bottle of liquor and two shot glasses on the coffee table in front of you.

It seemed so easy last Friday but that was four days ago and when talking about it you’d already been hanging for hours and had multiple drinks in your system, it was all jokey and just very you guys, it was all in theory.

But now you were here, about to actually do it and it wasn’t like you hadn’t entertained the idea ever but thinking about it and actually fucking your best friend of like twenty ish years was a totally different kettle of fish. There was a brief conversation over a strong drink when you came in but you didn’t want to waste time, could feel the nerves and tension radiating off of him and yourself.

You and he were facing each other, both sitting side saddle on the couch, intending to start this the only way you knew how, to get one of the most awkward parts out of the way, your first kiss with him.

“Don’t be lame-” You started and he said after clearing his throat, almost defensively, “I won’t. Now, fuck off.”

“No pussying out.” You said firmly.

“I’m not, will you just-” You cleared your own throat, cutting him off and saying, “Alright. Come on. Okay?”

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

A pause, both of you in the same position, you say, “You’re not moving.”

“Well, neither are you.” He fired back and you looked him up and down, “Jesus Christ man up, would you?”

He sputtered out, “I’m fucking…I’m closer to you than you are to me.”

Eyebrows knitted together as you respond to him with a question, “How the fuck does that work?”

He looked you up and down before saying, “Cuz I’m doing some moving and you’re not doing anything-” He calls it moving, you’d call it nervous fidgeting. You cut in, talking over him in the middle of his sentence, “You’re an idiot.” And he continued on with his thought “-you’re just sass-bossing me-” Finishing with a very mature retort of, “-you’re an idiot.”

“Shut up.” You fire back and he shh’s you.

All of this back and forth is totally just posturing because you and he are so nervous, reverting back to childish banter and barbs to try and hide how much this was, the inherent vulnerability and worry involved that this would fuck everything up. Even though Sam didn’t say it, he didn’t have to, you knew him and also had that same thought yourself, that if this doesn’t go well it could spoil everything. It could potentially ruin a lifelong friendship. You were trying to put the worry out of your head as much as you were sure he was too.

A move of your head, you start to lean in as does he, “Don’t be a pussy.” You remind playfully and he says with a half nod, tone unsure but eyes determined, “I’m-I got it.”

You didn’t stop your forward momentum and neither did he, and one moment there is still space between you and the next, there is none, your lips touch and holy shit you are kissing Sam Wescott. His lips are soft, way softer than you ever thought they could be, he was so warm too, and fuck, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t like you ever thought Sam would be a bad kisser but you realise while this was happening that you don’t think that you ever thought about kissing him seriously.

Your mouth moved on instinct, kissing him back nearly immediately, moving with him, his lips parted first, his bottom lip under yours, a slip of his tongue that made a rush of arousal wash over you from him doing it first, and with confidence you hadn’t counted on from him. You returned his efforts further, your tongue making contact with his and you swear you could almost feel him tense, you leaned closer, deepened it slightly and so did he. The heat grew considerably for another ten seconds before it became too much. You ended up pulling away first, moving to sit back on the couch properly, feet on the cushion below you, knees swaying back and forth, he moved, sitting back on the other side of the couch, hands up as his elbows sat on the backrest of the couch.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, thighs tensing, trying to grapple with the immediacy of how much that one kiss turned you on and he agreed, a nod as he said, “Yup.”

You snuck a look at him, the way he had one leg crossed over the other, ankle rested on his knee, a thick swallow and you were sure he was hard even with the view of him obscured.

You took a moment, trying to calm down, you really hadn’t been expecting one dumb kiss to get to you this badly, you needed to get a hold of yourself and seemingly so did he.

It had been weirdly quiet for too long now, normally when it was you two together you always had stuff to talk about so this was, strange to say the least. Then again you and Sam had never kissed each other before. Another drink was had, conversation forced, you weren’t gonna let this fail so early, not when you had barely gotten started.

You take a deep breath, pick up your shot glass and down it, the burn feels good, emboldens you once more and you say as you sit back, “I think I’m drunk, you?”

“Maybe we waited too long.” He said and you replied, “Maybe we should have another shot.” You lean forward once more, pouring another for yourself.

You take it, knocking it back as he starts to say, “Ah I’m just worried about things going wacky.”

Shaking your head as you swallow the burn of the alcohol you hum, “Nuh-uh.” And he asks, “Do you think this is the smart thing to do?”

“All right, Wescott-” A hand on the backrest you turn to face him once again, sitting sideways on the couch you say, “I understand what you’re feeling, but listen up, cause I ain’t saying this twice. We all know my reasons for doing this but this is about you too and you’ve been stuck on some whore-bitch who dumped you-”

“Don’t call her a whore-bitch.” He interjected with a roll of his eyes and you didn’t stop, still going off, “-who dumped you like, seven months ago and treated you like shit for two months-”

“Three months and two days-” He supplied and you groaned, hands reaching out, one on his shoulder, the other on his chest as you emphatically said, “Oh, you need to get laid!”

He coughs before agreeing, “Okay yes.”

“Very, very badly!” You insist and he looks back over to you, “Yes, I get it.”

Onward you continued, “And instead of worrying about this, that, and the other thing, just focus on the fact that your balls need emptying.”

A raise of his eyebrows, eyes wider as you say, “Immediately. And that’s it. That’s all you think about because that’s all this is.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking in what you said, you think it might be sinking in, a nod but then he says, “I just don’t want to jeopardise anything.”

“Okay look.” You say, putting a stop to his next ramble of trying to talk himself out of this with his neurotic worries, “Sometimes it’s something. Sometimes it’s meaningful. Sometimes it’s caressing faces and fingers intertwined and whispering little secrets in ears.”

You say it softly, emotion and warmth colouring your tone as you look directly into his eyes, your hand still on his chest, feeling his heartbeat below your palm, firm, steady, quickening.

A small pause before you then say. “And sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.”

His smile broadens, neither of you looking away as you expound, your hand lifting off of him, “It’s grinding your shit and emptying your balls and falling asleep right after you come and that’s what you and I are gonna do to one another because that’s what friends are for.”

His expression is hilarious, smile had gotten dimmer, eyes showing he was trying to follow along but was confused, adorable honestly, but you don’t let it trip you up, a clap as you say, “So stop fucking up the game plan, down that shot, because right after that your old buddy here-” Pointing to yourself, “-is going to blow you.”

He breaks eye contact, shocked once again, almost as if it just hit him that this was really going to happen, you both seriously doing this, he turns back as he says with quiet disbelief, “Uhm…You’re going to-?”

You made a mimic the motion of sucking a dick before mouthing the words, “Blow you.”

His head turns once more, looking at the shot you poured minutes ago on the coffee table before sitting up, leaning forward, he picks it up and downs it, placing the glass back on the table, wrists rested on his knees and you sit in the same way to match him. You ask, “You ready?”

He hums with a nod, “Buzzed?”

“Yeah-huh.” He agrees.

“Trim that shit up like we talked about?” You asked and he said, “Uh-yeah, I already told you I do that on my own-”

“Okay.” You clap again and then turn to him, “High five.”

He does so immediately and without complaint as he always did when you offered one.

You scoop up the shot glasses and take them to the kitchen, he follows, bottle in hand, the shot must have worked because he asked, “What happened to you blowing me immediately, post shot?”

“Sorry I thought I should put these away because I know how your over thinking, worried ass gets, I would hate for you to be unable to get it up because you can’t stop thinking about dirty dishes on the coffee table.” You tease and he scoffs as he bottle set on the counter, “Again, the faith you have in me is astounding.”

You turn, push off the sink and come forward, your hands on his shoulders and you lean up, not dignifying him with a response instead choosing to kiss him again, sudden and deep, pressing him to the kitchen island. He returned the kiss, your tongue slipped into his mouth first this time and you could taste the shot still lingering as you were sure he could as well. Your head is swimming and you aren’t certain it isn’t from the alcohol, you break away, staring up at him, his cheeks were flushed, again you aren’t certain it isn’t from the drink on his part.

“Who says I can’t blow you in the kitchen, Wescott?” You challenge as your hands slide off his shoulders and down his arms.

You had seen Sam shirtless many times, especially at summer camp, but actually feeling him now, Jesus, seeing and feeling is a totally different thing. He had some good strength, you couldn’t wait for him to put it to use. Your hands find the top of his jeans and you start to unbutton them and he responds, “Uh no one I suppose, I mean you can blow me wherever you want to really, I’m not picky-”

You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, a smile on your face as you say, “Hey Wescott?”

“Yeah?” He asks as you unzip his pants, then your hands catch the bottom hem of your top and you take off your shirt, you toss it aside, revelling in his wide eyes at the view of you just in your jeans and bra. You say fondly as you begin to sink to your knees, “Shut up.”

“Okay, shutting up.” He nodded, looking down as your fingers hook in his belt loops, you lean in, your cheek to his bulge, lips catching on his zipper as you rub against him before starting to tug his pants down his hips.

He lets you do so and then he can feel your mouth on him, through the last layer of his underwear, warm lips and even warmer breath has him putting his hands back, gripping the edge of the kitchen island. A few kisses are placed along his clothed shaft, his pants around his knees now and your hands slip back up his legs, nails dragging teasingly before you reach for the waistband of his briefs. You take a deep breath for courage before pulling them down and for the first time you see his dick, very hard and less than two inches from your face.

“Holy shit.” You utter, lips parted as your eyes drag over every exposed inch of him.

He looks concerned, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just fuck, dude, you didn’t tell me you were packing heat!” He laughed, “What? When was I supposed to bring that up in our friendship? Hey bud, awesome cookies you brought to the bake sale, also I have a massive dick.” He added on after another shared laugh, “Also is it really that big?”

You scoff, a roll of your eyes, “Oh my God only dudes with big dicks say shit like ‘is it really that big?’, fucking, of course it is!” You wrap your hand around the base and he inhales sharply. “I mean look at this! Look how much of it is still left after I get my whole hand around it!”

He nods, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip before saying, “Yeah, uhm, shit, you’re right, it does look big in your hand.”

“Duh dude.” You laugh before leaning in, honestly excited for this, the excitement and want far outweighing the nerves, wanting to wow him. “Get ready for me to blow your mind.”

Your taunt makes him laugh, it’s breathy and nervous, “Yeah I’m ready for you to blow my dick, the jury is still out on my mind.”

You might have bragged about your dick sucking skills previously in your friendship and a running joke was him never believing you, and you were about to prove him how wrong he was. You start easily enough, a lick from midway down his shaft, up the underside of him before your tongue swirls around the tip and you hear his breath catch from above you. A small smirk on your face and he is about to say something but you shut him up by slipping the head of his dick into your mouth, lips wrapping right around that sensitive ridge and you suck deeply. He gasped out, “Oh fuck-”

Your hand is still locked around the base as you pull off of him with a loud pop. You are looking up at him, hand beginning to stroke him, using your own spit as lube as you ask with a faux innocent smile, “You okay up there Wescott?”

He nods and says on an exhale, “Yeah, yeah, M’ fine.” You smile wider as you twist your wrist on the upstroke, “Good.”

You lean back in, slipping him back into your mouth, taking more of him, sliding him in deeper and he grips the island harder, knuckles going almost white as he tries to contend with the feeling of how wet and hot your mouth is. You bob up and down, hand moving in tandem, tongue running up the underside of his shaft, flicks and licks, messy open mouthed kisses, quick pace, lots of sucking, allowing spit and drool to leak out, getting sloppy with it, just as he had previously confessed to liking. The amount he tensed when you latched onto and paid heavy attention to his balls made you smile against him.

This was done all while you were looking up at him. He was very much not looking at you though, heavy breathing, nervous fidgeting and you pull off once more, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, yes I am, why?” He asked, seemingly out of breath and caught off guard by your question, “Just, you aren’t looking at me and are real fidgety-”

“You keep looking at me.” He admitted, eyes darted to you and away again quickly. You accuse, “You said you like when girls look up at you during head!”

“Yeah but it’s you! And so it’s not just like it’s a girl doing it, it’s all, ‘yeah that’s my dick in her mouth’ but when it’s you it’s like ‘oh there’s my best friend with my dick in her mouth’ and it makes me freak out-” He rambles and you laugh breathlessly.

“Wescott, everything makes you freak out! Just try to relax and focus on how good it feels, alright?” He nodded, a deep breath, the reassurance helps, he agrees, “Yeah, totally, how good it feels-”

And you had taken him back in before he finished speaking, his sentence breaks off with a choked off moan, his eyes closing and you feel a sense of pride as well as a drip in your panties.

He sounded really good when he moaned. It pushes you on. You pulled out your best moves, you pushed him harder into the kitchen island with one hand while your other stroked and you sucked deeply, taking as much of him as you could, you gagged and he seemed to like that. His dick twitched in your mouth, his hips rocked forward involuntarily, a groan broke out of your name and you did it again. Take him deep, gag, choke yourself a little, you pick up the pace as you deep throat and then he is squirming, all of a sudden his fists clenching and unclenching, “Shit, wait, hold on I think, I uh, ahhhn, need a second-”

You felt him throbbing in your hand and on your tongue and you stroked faster, a long suck with a moan against his shaft and he still tries to stop you, his eyes back open, looking down at you. Seeing you looking up at him with those, ‘fuck me eyes’ did not help at all on holdong off, a hurried moan of, “Wait, fuck, I said wait! Ohhh Goddd.”

He couldn’t stop you and so he couldn’t stop it and he came, hot and thick ropes spilling into your mouth and you don’t stop either. You slowed down slightly, not wanting to overstimulate him, doing what you could to draw out his pleasure, he was still holding onto the counter, weak in the knees, trying not to lose his balance from how hard he was cumming, buried well more than halfway inside you.

Big swallows, taking every single drop without issue until his dick finally stopped twitching and his hand was on your head, pushing you back and you allowed it. You sit back on your heels, the back of your hand wipes your mouth and you say, “Wow Wescott, I thought you’d last longer than that! What was that? Three minutes or four?”

“Fuck you!” He huffed and you said with a wide grin, “I mean you were supposed to but now-”

He was still catching his breath as he defending himself, “Gimmie a minute! I can go again.”

“Oh can you?” A taunt he clearly took offense to and he said, “Yes! I can, fucking, come on.” He reached down, one hand snagged his pants and underwear, he pulled them back up, his other hand hooking under your bicep and he hauled you up onto your feet. He dragged you along quickly, “Awe I must have touched a nerve! Where are you taking me?”

“To the bedroom.” He stated firmly as you were now in the hallway, “What are we gonna do in there? Cuddle till you can get it up again?”

He pushed you into the bedroom, hard, and you fell onto his bed. He flicked the light on the nightstand on, “No, I’m going to eat you out till I’m hard enough to fuck you so I can wipe that smug fucking smirk off your face and shut you up.”

The show of strength dragging you here, pushing you on the bed, the promise he just made, you tried to hide how hot it was. You got the distinct feeling he could back his word up and you hoped against hope that feeling was correct.

“You think you can do that?” You taunted, weaker than you meant to.

He was starting to take off your jeans, his own still open and low on his hips, he assured you, “I know, I can do that.”

A pulse of your clit and hard swallow and with a nod, holding eye contact with Sam you said, “Fucking prove it Wescott.”

Denim was tossed aside, and he took his shirt off, you assumed in classic Sam fashion trying to make it even because now you were in just your underwear and nothing else. He climbed on top of you, he kissed you, hard just like you had previously but also in the most him way possible. It was way too all consuming, hard not to get lost in, practically melting below him way too fast. His mouth soon dragged down, kisses over your jaw and your throat, his other hand sliding underneath, gripping the back of your neck and you gasped out, “What are you doing?”

“You said you liked it when guy’s kissed your neck like this?” He murmured, his tongue ran over your pulse point, teeth scraped as his nails bit in slightly, a light bite that had your back arching, “I-I do but ahh-”

“But what?” He asked teasingly, “Isn’t this just about getting off?” He had used that tone when you had both joked around countless times before but now with him on top of you and kissing your neck it made heat pulse inside of you.

“It is-” You assure, trying to ignore how hot you had gotten and how wet you were and he said, one of his legs slotting between yours, knee pressing against your clothed slit, “Well doesn’t this get you off? Or were you lying to me all those times we talked before?”

You shake your head, his other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your neck, finds your hip, he makes you grind on his thigh and you moan, “I wasn’t lying.”

“Then stop whining and enjoy it.” He said easily as he started to slide down your body, lips pressing more kisses as he went. Soon he is on his knees on the floor, your panties are being tugged off, throwing them away and your legs are resting over his shoulders.

You should feel some nerves being so exposed before him but you mostly feel excited he is seeing you like this. Any of those small remaining nerves were pushed away when he breathed out, “Oh wow.”

“Wow?” You asked, his hands made contact, strong and firm resting on your mons, thumbs stroke down, parting you open, getting a good look, “Yeah, just, fuck, you’re soaked.”

He admitted and you bit your bottom lip. You try to conjure a response but none comes as you feel him closer, warm breath on your wet folds, his mouth doesn’t waste time.

His lips touched down on your clit and once again you are hit with the sheer softness and warmth of him. You suck down a deep breath as he lifts up, another kiss placed just right, a few mouth come and then his tongue slipping out to slide over you and fuck, you were unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that hits your system.

He didn’t tease you about his oral skills before getting started because, well, he knew he didn’t need to. He knew you heard the rumours that flew around at Camp Clear Vista, he knew you know what people say about him and his mouth. There had been many jokes made before about it, you not believing him already made abundantly clear throughout your friendship and within two minutes he was proving you wrong. He warms you up beautifully, open mouthed kisses, lips and tongue paying attention everywhere, running through every nook and cranny he could find, was impossibly attentive. As if he knew just when it was needed he switched to focusing more where you needed, tongue ran up and over your clit, a flick that made you moan, thighs tensing around his head. He hums out, “Good?”

A shaky nod at the rush of sensation the vibration provided, “Yeah, fuck, s’ good Wescott.”

Another hum, he seemed happy to hear that and doubled up. He found a rhythm that made your breathing extremely uneven. Your very ready and swollen clit between his lips, tongue circling it with a steady and even pressure that was currently melting your mind.

How was he this good? Where the fuck did he learn to eat pussy like this?

He ate you out like he was starving for it, like you tasted incredible and your satisfaction was the most important thing. It was more than that too however, you got the real impression he wasn’t doing this out of obligation, he was doing it because he really, really enjoyed it. You had been with guys who made claims of getting off on you getting off but it always turned out to be just that, pretty words and claims made in order to get into your panties, any upfront effort did not last once their dick entered the equation, but you had the feeling Sam was the genuine article.

You looked down and you understood what he meant previously when you were sucking his dick. Seeing him being the one between your thighs, eyes closed in concentration, doing this was a lot to handle, mainly, the view of it was way too hot, it made your cunt clench around nothing, leak more and your clit throb. You had to force your eyes closed as you tried to forget it was Sam who was making you feel like this.

It shocked you how fast he got you to the edge with only his mouth. You weren’t prepared at all for this, you were shivering, so close, panting and trying to come up with how to warn him, you had a thought of getting him to stop, taking a breather, switch to sex or something but again, there was no hope for you.

No time, no words came out, just a loud and honest moan, genuine vocal expression of the intense pleasure he made you feel as your fingers tangled in those navy bed sheets you bought him last Christmas. Hands tugging as you tried to ride out the most powerful orgasm you had in months thanks to his talented tongue, chest heaving as the feeling rose, peaked and then slowed down until overstimulation threatened to seep you, you panted out, “Fuck, fuck, stop!”

As soon as it left your mouth he pulled up, “What was that you were saying earlier about cumming quickly?” He asked and you finally managed to catch your breath, “Shu-shut up.”

You reached up, your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled him to you, your mouth crashing into his, effectively silencing his argument with your tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and he moved closer, settling back on top of you, pressing himself into your hip and you feel how hard he is again. He wasn’t kidding, you had blown him what must have been less than fifteen minutes ago and he was raring to go. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much?

A rock of his hips and you broke the kiss, pulling on his jeans, “Get these off.” You demanded and one of his hands snapped your bra strap, “Get this off too then.”

“Fair.” You agree as he gets out of his jeans and underwear and you arch your back, unhooking your own bra, you toss it and then you and Sam are naked together in his bed.

This is really happening and you are so into it. Legs still trembling from how hard you came, seeing the sight of him totally naked and almost on top of you again, you are having trouble remembering the last time you were this turned on, felt like you had this much sexual chemistry with someone. That is all this was, right? Sexual chemistry. It had to be.

Sam was leaning over, he opened the drawer on his nightstand and reached in and when you saw the small foil packet you asked, “Condom?”

“Yeah?” He nodded, “What, you don’t trust me, Wescott?” You teased, “No, God no, I just thought you’d want one.”

“Nope, I’m safe and as you know, I haven’t been with anyone in months annnnd I know you haven’t either so-”

A beat.

“Sooo it’s fine without?” He asked and you shrugged with a nod, “Yeah if you’re fine with it I am too.”

He seemed unsure but he said, “Sure, I can handle it.”

“Me too.”

You weren’t sure that you could as you eyed him, without a doubt he is gonna be the biggest you’ve had like this but damn it did you want to try. He kissed you first again, slower as he eased on top of you and your heart was speeding up, you pushed on his chest and said, “Wait, no, hold on.”

You sit up and position him, sitting up with you in the middle of his bed and you slide into his lap, arms around his shoulders, his hands settle on your waist and he asks, “Like this?”

A nod, you wanted to be in a position you could be on top, have a lot of control and he still could too, you didn’t want to be under him, worried what it would do to you. “Mhmm.”

You moved your hips, grind on his shaft and your breath catches slightly as does his, “Fuck, so uh-”

“This is happening.” You finish his thought, prodding your slick entrance with him as he said, “Yeah once we do this-”

There was no going back. Instead of saying that you reassure him, “It’ll be fine Wescott. Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck remember?”

“Right.” He sighed with a nod, clearly trying to psyche himself up. He looked into your eyes, tone shockingly steady as he said, “A fuck is just a fuck.”

No point in waiting any longer. You position yourself just right and then ask, “Ready?”

He confirmed, “As I’ll ever be.” You don’t look away as you then start to slide down, your hands looped around the back of his neck, his hands on your waist squeeze as you start to envelope him. Fuck, you were plenty warmed up and totally wet but the stretch of him almost hurts.

Almost.

Halfway down your eyes close as you focus on how delicious it feels as you take him inch by inch until you settle in his lap, him fully buried in you.

A moment is taken then. Soaking in the feeling of fullness, of how good it is to have him bare in you.

Almost chest to chest you can just about feel his heart beating impossibly hard. Eyes open and you look up, meet his gaze and your own heart isn’t doing much better, threatening to beat out of your ribcage. Sam’s face is flushed, lips parted and eyes hazy, you ask, “You’re gonna pull out, right?”

“Totally.” He breathes and you start to move then. Hips rising, sliding him out halfway before letting yourself fall, impaling yourself on him again and you and he both let out a small moan. “Oh!”

You move again, starting to ride him slowly and a minute in he begins to match you, rocking with you as you both work together to find your rhythm, he breathed out, “Fuck.”

“Right?” You let out a light and musical laugh as your hips fell once more and he leaned in, his hands sliding over your back, he pulled you closer as he fucked up into you. His mouth was on your neck as your forehead rested on his shoulder, he said it so quietly you almost missed it, “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You almost wanted to ask him to repeat himself, you were hearing things, no way he said that. You must have imagined it, what you thought you heard from him pulled at something in your chest. You push that down and increase your pace, forget emotionality, embrace the physical, this is about fucking, about getting off, not sappy feelings shit.

Your legs wrap around his hips, feet now on the bed to better help yourself ride him. He was still helping as well, moving with you and when he rolled his hips, ground into you, a gasp tore from your throat from the friction it provided your clit. Your grip on the back of his neck loosened with every perfect move against one another, eyes closed, head falling back as you fill yourself over and over, grind and pulse and then you lose your grip. “Woah!”

Your back didn’t have far to go thankfully, hitting the mattress, your legs still over his hips, him still inside, he is the one to laugh now, “Shit, you okay?”

A laugh along with him, “Yeah, M’ fine.” You reach out, grabby hands, needy as you prompt him, “C’mon don’t stop.”

In the heat of the moment, desperate for more, you weren’t opposed to him taking control, it was Sam, you could trust him.

He takes the que, comes down to meet you, moves his hips forward, fills you all the way and you moan again. Your arms are around him, legs wrap tighter around his hips and he sets the pace now. You expect him to go back to what you were doing, hard and even but he doesn’t. He stays deep inside you and he grinds and the friction where you need it most makes you nearly choke. “Ah!”

You think it’ll stop but it doesn’t. It isn’t so much fucking, it doesn’t feel like it, not rough pounding, a race to the finish line, it is much slower, seemed imbued with meaning, he continues it, grinds and writhes with you and you do as well. It goes on for minutes, the flow of it comes with surprising ease, the pleasure is intense, you squirm below him, moan and your head is thrown back, “Oh-fuck, that-s-”

“That’s?” He asked, hopeful. His weight on top of you, the smell of him, his wandering hands, his strong body covering yours, the fullness, you say, “S’ too much!”

Your hands on his shoulders, one of your knees nudge his hip hard and you move, he lets you, he knows what you want, he lets you take control again, you roll together. Him on the bottom on his back, you fully on top and back in control.

You start at a much harder pace, faster. “Better?” He asks with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Yeah, sorry, couldn’t-” Your lie breaks off with a moan, he doesn’t push, instead he rocks up into you, crooked smile as he assures, “Don’t worry about it.”

A swirl of your hips and he angles his and you brush that spot inside just right, “Ohh! Yeah, yeah, right there!”

It happens fast, in about two minutes of both those spots being hit so right and all the build up, heavy breathing and shared moaning, bodies slick and working together, he says, “I’m going to come soon-”

“Oh my God, me too-” You confess, your hands were planted on his chest and he was so taken with you in that moment. You riding him, being so close with you buried totally inside, and you look down, meeting his gaze and the weight of all of it hits at once.

True, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.

Bu this wasn’t just a fuck, it held too much meaning, felt way too good for that, even the sex that physically felt the best for you didn’t have this much emotion in it, never made you ache down to your bones with feeling like this did. It was Sam, it was always Sam, he had always been right there, understood you better than anyone. This wasn’t just some guy to use to get over your shit-head ex, no, this was your best friend.

And you looking into each other's eyes, not having sex, not fucking, much, much more than that, it was like you saw the same realization hit Sam all at once.

He speaks honestly as his hands squeeze your waist, “You’re so gorgeous.”

The smile on his face is infectious, you smile too, until a few more moves of your hips again drags you out of your head and your sudden emotional realisation and back to your body, so close to coming but not close enough to him.

You need to be closer, you reach out, your hands catch his, he laces his fingers with yours as they go above his head, pulling you down with him by doing so. Your hips don’t slow, almost chest to chest, fuck it, you decide to be honest too. “This is better than I ever thought.”

He agrees, a shake of his head, tone full of feeling and near wonderment at you and this, “Ever imagined.”

“Oh my God you feel so good-” You cry and he says in a rush, continuing to thrust up into you, “You’re so beautiful.”

It is so close, the feeling creeping up your spine, you say what you feel, it is as easy as breathing, finally admitting what you now know you have felt for God knows how long, “Oh, oh, oh, I love you!”

“I love you too!” His response fills your ears and that ends up being what pushes you over the edge as you stutter out, “Sa-ahh-am! M’ cumming-”

“Fuck, me too.” He grit out and you beg, you actually beg mid-orgasm, the three words break through the haze, far too blissed out and high on him to want anything else as you please, “Don’t pull out!”

It’s all the encouragement he needs, his hands squeeze yours as he allows himself to cum, filling you up with a long groan of your name, your hips squirm, walls milking him as your own pleasure finds its natural end. You both slowly stop moving, out of breath and you go slack on top of him, hands still linked together.

You can’t believe this is how it all turned out.

He kisses the side of your face and you smile, you let his mouth move until his meets yours, a soft kiss is shared, you pull back looking down at him. He breaks the silence, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”

A wide smile, “So I did hear you say that earlier.” He laughed lightly, “Did you? Shit I tried to keep it quiet, I swear.”

“Mmm, I so believe you.” You tease and he says, “Speaking of believing people, what was that about a fuck is just a fuck? Sometimes it means something and sometimes it’s about intertwining fingers but this isn’t that?”

His hands squeeze yours again, making a point of wiggling his fingers still between yours and you roll your eyes, letting go of his hands “Okay, okay you aren’t gonna hold this over my head our whole relationship are you?”

He pauses and asks, “Relationship?”

You scoff and purposefully clench on him, making him let out a small groan as you then ask, “Well we ARE dating now aren’t we?” He said it as if it was as clear as the fact the sky was blue, “Obviously.”

“Sooo?”

“Sooo I’ll try to be nice and only bring it up when it’s really funny.” You conceded, “I can allow that.”

“Or when it’ll help me win an argument” He joked and you sighed, “Okay sure, Sam.”

“So I’ve lost the Wescott finally? I’m officially Sam since I am officially your boyfriend?”

“Yeah you get first name privileges when you make me cum that hard.”

Another beat before you ask, “So you meant what you said right? You didn’t just say it cuz like I said it right?”

He said, tone shocked, “Of course I meant it!”

You defend yourself, “Cuz sometimes you do that thing where you say a thing because I did just to agree with me-” He laughed and his head fell back on the pillow, “Oh my God, no not this time. I mean it.”

“Really?” The grin almost hurt your face, “Well I bet you didn’t know but I had a crush on you back in fourth grade-”

“Awe I did know but I was with that guy so we couldn’t. I bet YOU didn’t know I had a crush on you in ninth grade-”

“I did but I was with-” You both stopped and you said, “Jesus we really do know everything about each other.”

Why did you ever wait so long and waste so much time on other people?

“Maybe that is why this is so good? Because we do?” He offered and you said, “Maybe, you might be onto something there.”

You press a kiss to his forehead as you start to slide him out and get off of him. One of your hands slipped between your thighs as you moved to the edge of the bed, “You in a rush to leave?”

“Hardly, going to the bathroom.” You tell him as you carefully get off the bed, still cupping yourself, trying to hold some of the mess inside. He laughed as he watched you try to do that and make your way to the ensuite bathroom, you asked “What?”

His hand waves dismissively as he says, “Nothing, nothing. Just I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

You threw up the middle finger on your free hand as you left the room and he called, “Love you too!”

#Sam Wescott X Reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #Hope you allll love #I adore this movie too much and had too much fun with this stg

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