#I’ve always wanted to go on a roadtrip with someone I love

[sapphireisverygaymydudes]

The darkness of this van is comforting but lonely. I wish you could be sitting next to me.

Warm thigh smushed up with mine, soft hand keeping mine safe, looking beautiful in the passing street lights.

But instead I sit alone, in the dark. The seat next to me unfilled, the street lights highlighting nothing.

#saph says #I’m bored #and I’m reading fluffy headcannons #and I’m like #damn #I want touch #I’ve always wanted to go on a roadtrip with someone I love #playing music loudly so we don’t fall asleep #looking out the window together #just stupid adorable couple things #roadtrips #driving #music #road trip #relationship #friendships

[loove-persevering]

Promise (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Description: Reader is helping Dustin and Eddie with the bats when things go south. Eddie makes the reader promise to admit her feelings for Steve if they make it out alive.

Warnings: SPOILERS SEASON 4, Character Death, Broken bones, Gore, Mentions of death.

‘’Promise me you’re not going to do something to get yourself killed?’’ Steve asks you. You were both sitting outside the RV, you were wrapping the wire around the spear you were going to use against the bats in the upside down.

You rolled your eyes at his assumption, ‘’I’m don’t plan on dying anytime soon Steve,’’ You set down the spear on your lap looking at him, ‘’You better not either.’’ You say threatening him. ‘’Then who is going to drive me around?’’ You say earning a hint of a smile from him. ‘’I’m thinking of making you drive me to Yosemite next.’’

‘’Yosemite huh?’’ He asks, sounding amused, ‘’I’ve always wanted to go on a roadtrip like that, take all my kids with me when I have them.’’ He tells you.

‘’Kids as in plural?’’ You ask him. ‘’You already have like six,’’ You say gesturing out in the field to Dustin and Eddie who were wrestling, Dustin was in a headlock making you laugh.

‘’And I want six of my own too,’’ He says and you widen your eyes at him making him laugh, ‘’I could change my mind but at least two, no three.’’ He sounded very sure of his answer.

‘’A big family sounds nice,’’ You tell him.

‘’You think so? Doesn’t scare you away when I say that?’’ He asks fiddling with his hands.

‘’No not at all, plus it makes sense you’re an only child. Figures you’d want a big family.’’ You tell him.

He looked at you like he was shocked, he let out a sigh before he spoke. ‘’I never really thought of that, but it makes sense.’’

‘’I always do Harrington,’’ You say, taking your hand pushing on his arm gently. You glance up noticing Nancy and Robin talking, she was sawing her gun down it seemed like her conversation with Jason made her a little on edge. ‘’So you and Nancy?’’ You ask Steve.

He looked a little uncomfortable when you asked, ‘’What about us?’’ He asks and you give him an annoyed look, he knew what you were asking. ‘’I don’t know what's going on I’m just as confused as you.’’ He explains. ‘’I think apart of it is because Jonathan is halfway across the country.’’

You look down at the ground unsure of what to say, ‘’What if it’s not that?’’ He looks over to you, ‘’Would you do that again?’’ You ask him, it was practically eating you alive to know.

‘’I feel like a lot of things got left unresolved with us,’’ Is all he answers, ‘’Would it be wrong if I did?’’ He ask you.

‘’I mean it’s your love life Steve,’’ You point out. ‘’Why do you care what I think anyway?’’

Steve looked at you, his face looked like he was confused, ‘’I always care what you think Y/N,’’ He tells you.

You stand up and Steve looked to you as you did, ‘’Who knows what happens when we go in upside down Steve, you almost died earlier.’’ You say scrunching your face up at the thought, seeing Steve on the floor, those bats gnawing at his skin would forever be etched in your brain. ‘’Now is not the time to hold in emotions, if you care about someone you tell them.’’ You see Steve visually take a deep breath, he patted his hands on his jeans standing up next to you. You watched his eyes on Nancy as he took a hand patting your back walking over to her, Robin slowly made her way over to you.

‘’You okay?’’ She asks.

You watched Nancy smile at something Steve said and you shake your head turning to Robin. ‘’Never better,’’ You say, offering her a fake smile.

If only you could take your own advice.

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Steve was the first to go into the upside down, then Nancy followed of course. Then Robin and finally it was your turn, you grabbed onto the sheets pulling yourself up and finally felt yourself free falling, landing on your back knocking the wind out of you. Steve reached out a hand helping you up, as soon as you were on your feet you pulled your hand from his and he seemed distressed. ‘’You okay?’’ He says his hand is touching the side of your arm.

‘’We are currently upside down, how do you think I’m doing?’’ You say the sarcasm dripping from your voice.

‘’Right,’’ Steve says, a moment later a pile of weapons falls down landing on the mattress. You and Steve both turn looking down at it, you bend down grabbing as many as you could, taking yours and strapping it behind your back.

It was moments before you all split up, just as you walked out of the RV behind Dustin and Eddie that Steve stopped you. ‘’Hey listen, if things start to go south, I mean at all you abort.’’ His voice was serious, you glanced at Dustin knowing you had to do what you could to protect him, that if anything happened to him Steve would never forgive himself.

You hear snapping breaking you out of your thoughts, Steve looked at you, ‘’You hear me Y/N? No hero shit.’’ He emphasizes.

You walk closer to Steve staring him straight in the eye, ‘’Now do we look like heros to you?’’ You ask him to gesture to Dustin then Eddie.

‘’We are not heroes,’’ Eddie emphasized behind you, laughing.

You reach forward laying a hand on Steve's shoulder, ‘’Don’t worry Steve, you can be the hero.’’ You tell him. He gave a sort of half hearted grin but he still looked nervous as Hell.

His eyes lingered on your for a moment before he pulled away your hand dropping back to your side. Just as he turned around Eddie stepped out from behind you, ‘’Hey Steve?’’ He calls out. Steve turns around to look at him, ‘’Make him pay.’’

Steve nods, turning back around taking off with Nancy and Robin. ‘’We should go,’’ You tell both Eddie and Dustin. You all began walking off in the opposite direction, a few seconds had passed and you glanced back to look at Steve for more time, he had happened to be looking too. You shift your weapon on your back, turn around and walk backwards, you look at Steve and give him a salute from afar but it was too far for you to see his response back.

‘’Humor me Y/N,’’ Eddie tells you. ‘’How long have you been pining over Harrington?’’ He asks.

‘’What?’’ You ask him to turn around, noticing both Eddie and Dustin with an amused smile on their faces.

‘’At least since last year,’’ Dustin chimes in.

‘’Dustin!’’ You yell at him. ‘’You don’t know that!’’ You tell him.

‘’Do you not remember when you were on drugs last year?’’ He asks you to refer to the Russian Base underneath the mall. You had worked there with Steve and Robin last year and got wrapped into everything.

‘’Drugs?’’ Eddie says amused. ‘’You don’t take me for that kind of girl.’’ He smirks.

‘’I’m not!’’ You glare at Dustin, ‘’He left out key information, which was that I was unknowingly drugged by Russian Soldiers!’’ You say and Eddie's face looked bewildered.

‘’What?’’ Eddie says his voice seemed confused and amused at the same time.

‘’She totally confessed to being in love with Steve last year when she was on drugs,’’ He tells you.

‘’Why have you never told me this?’’ You ask him.

Dustin Shrugs his shoulders, ‘’Never came up,’’ He says simply.

You sigh and Eddie laughs, ‘’Is it really that obvious?’’ You ask tilting your head.

‘’Kind of I mean you practically lost it when he got pulled in the water,’’ He says. ‘’Why haven’t you said anything to him?’’

‘’Just never the right time, last year after the mall was just too much. And finally when things were calming down this happens.’’ You admit. ‘’And now Nancy is back and Steve has a soft spot when it comes to her, and I don’t know if I want to compete with Nancy.’’

‘’She was his first love,’’ Dustin chimes in.

‘’Thanks,’’ You pause. ‘’For that reminder Dustin,’’ He holds his hands up in defense.

‘’You should tell him,’’ Eddie says.

‘’If we make it out of here I just might,’’ You admit to him seeing the RV in the distance. ‘’Emphasis on the if,’’ You felt the nerves in your stomach getting worse by the minute and it was only going to get worse from here.

‘’Promise?’’ He says.

‘’What?’’

‘’Promise you’ll say something,’’ He says.

You look at him amused that he cared so much, ‘’Promise,’’ You say scrunching your eyebrows not questioning him as to why he cared.

When you got to the RV everything had seemed to speed up, you were waiting for the phase three signal from Robin. Dustin was supposed to tell you when Eddie was and Dustin were on top of the RV getting the Amp set up to broadcast the sound, you were down on the ground putting up more metal to help shield you when the bats came. Plus eventually you’d end up here anyway, that was the plan when the bats got closed you all were to use the RV as a way to shield yourself knowing they would come after you.

You hear Dustin from up above you, ‘’Copy, Initiating Phase three!’’ Dustin yells. Only a moment later you heard Eddie beginning to shred on the guitar, as the song went on you felt your heart practically pouding out of your chest. A flash of red lightning is what caught your attention seeing the silhouette of the bats getting closer.

‘’Dustin!’’ You yell, you could see him glance down at you from the top. You point with your finger at the bats showing him your plan was working, he looked through the binoculars and yelled to Eddie. You ran back to the inside of the cage surrounding the van your hand against the metal ready to close it when they finally came down. And the thirty seconds quickly turned into ten and Dustin and Eddie came barreling in as you slammed the cage shut just as the bats hit causing you to jump. ‘’Inside! Inside!’’ You scream at them following behind as they ran in the RV slamming the door shut.

You were all panting, your hands rested on your knees as you were bent over trying to catch your breath, ‘’Dude!’’ Dustin calls out gaining your attention, ‘’Most metal ever!’’ He says and Eddie and him begin jumping upside down, you look at them both laughing.

‘’That was pretty amazing Eddie,’’ You tell him.

‘’Best concert I’ll ever go to,’’ He laughs as you tell him. Dustin and Eddie look to one another and begin yelling, jumping up and down shaking the van even more than it already was from the bats outside.

It didn’t take long after that for you all to figure out you were surrounded, the screeching was getting louder meaning more and more were around you. They were banging up against the metal, all three of you stood back to back with your weapon in your hand as you all just waited for them to break through.

That was when it got quiet.

‘’Hey dipshits!’’ Dustin screams.

You took a deep breath as he yelled, ‘’Dustin!’’ You whispered.

‘’Give up that easy huh?’’ Dustin screams even lounder.

Both you and Eddie shush him, ‘’Is that really necessary?’’ Eddie asks.

The clattering from above you stopped any conversation. You looked up hearing the metal above you being scraped, ‘’Eddie they can’t get in right?’’ You ask him warily, all of you followed the sound above ending up under a vent. ‘’Eddie?’’ You ask him after no response

You screamed when the bats broke through the vent, the panic rising in your chest. You lifted your weapon moving in close with Dustin taking turns stabbing the bats trying to get in. “Die! Die, Die!” Dustin screams everytime he stabs them.

“Eddie!” You yell. “Eddie help!” You yell in a panic.

A second later you feel Eddie pushing you back slightly, “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He yells the shield he made earlier in his hand. He runs directly at the vent slamming it over top of him stopping the bats. Dustin falls back leaning against something a deep breath falls from his lips.

“Holy shit, Holy shit,” Eddie keeps repeating.

You felt yourself relax but it was only for a short moment, until Dustin spoke. “Are there other vents?”

The look on Eddie’s face told you there was, “shit, shit, shit!” He kept muttering. Everyone moves with him running to the back of the RV where Eddie’s bedroom was and as soon as he swung the door open the bats came flying toward you ready to attack. “Shit!” He screams along with you and Dustin pushing you both back behind the door slamming it shut. Immediately after he shut the door the wood began to break, you knew it wouldn’t hold long.

‘’Shit, shit, shit,’’ You mutter, also hearing similar words from both Dustin and Eddie. ‘’What do we do?’’ You yell over the bats pounding into the door, ‘’That’s not gonna hold long!’’ You yell at them.

‘’Let’s go! Let’s go!’’ Eddie screams.

You turn to Dusin who already had his hands on the sheets, you help him by holding his foot in your hand giving him something to push off as he climbs through the gate. ‘’Eddie, go!’’ You yell at him as Dustin goes through the gate.

You were the oldest making sure everyone got through before you was important, ‘’You first!’’ He tells you.

‘’Eddie, go!’’ You yell trying to plead with him.

‘’We don’t have time to argue go!’’ He yells at you holding his hand out for your foot. He was right there was no time to argue the door was breaking further by the second. You lift your leg putting your foot in his hand and he helps give you a push up at you grab onto the sheet pulling up as fast as you could. You landed on your back, Dustin held his hand out pulling you up so Eddie had a place to land.

You finally got to your feet looking down at the gate seeing Eddie starting to climb, he was about halfway up when he paused. ‘’Eddie! Come on!’’ You scream down at him, Dustin doing the same next to you. ‘’Come on!’’ You yell at him.

Eddie seemed to have some sort of realization on his face as he looked up at both you and Dusitn. ‘’Eddie climb!’’ You yell at him. You got down on your knees peering down at him as he glanced back at the door.

Eddie let go of the sheet a moment later and you and Dustin screamed, ‘’Eddie what the Hell?’’ You yell down at him. He picked up his spear and cut the sheet and it dropped into Dustin's hand.‘’Eddie! No! What are you doing?’’

He picked up the mattress and began flipping it out of the way, no doubt so you and Dustin couldn’t follow in pursuit. ‘’No! No! Eddie!’’ Dustin was screaming next to you.

‘’What are you doing Eddie?’’

‘’I’m buying more time,’’ Is all he says. Grabbing his shield and the spear, he ran off after that.

You watched Dustin next to you with his hands on his head in distress, ‘’Oh god,’’ He says to himself.

You looked around panicked and unsure of what to do, you couldn’t let Eddie go alone. Think, think, think. ‘’Dustin, I am going to get him and bring his ass back here.’’ You tell him. You grab the chair laying a few feet away, putting it just under the gate.

‘’Y/N let me go!’’ Dustin yells at you as you brace yourself for a run. You were a few feet down the hallway you knew a running start would help you.

‘’No,’’ You tell him sternly. ‘’You stay here, do not follow me Dustin, and when you can radio Steve.’’ You instruct him. You took a deep breath ignoring the rest of Dustin's pleads to get you to stay and him to go.

You took off running and as soon as your feet got to the chair you jumped, you went through the gate and landed on your arm. You screamed in pain when you landed, ‘’Y/N? Y/N? What happened?’’ You can hear Dustin yelling.

When you finally got over the immediate wave of pain you pushed yourself up with your opposite hand looking down you could see your hand was visible disformed at the wrist, you had broken it. ‘’I’m fine Dustin,’’ You call up to him though your voice says otherwise. ‘’Radio Steve when you can!’’ You tell him through your tears, the pain was terrible, but you had no time to wait around Eddie was in trouble.

After that you walked out of the RV, Eddie couldn’t be too far ahead from you. You looked around the area when you got outside noticing the bike was missing that had been there previously. ‘’Dammit,’’ You mutter to yourself. You heard a loud noise come from inside the RV one similar to when you had come down. When you peered in the door you saw Dustin laying on the ground his face grimaced in pain as he held his leg.

‘’Dustin!’’ You yell running toward him. ‘’I told you to stay!’’ He must’ve landed on it. ‘’Are you okay?’’ You ask him.

‘’I landed on it.’’ He tells you through the tears in his eyes.

‘’Can you walk?’’

He nods his head, you reach down grabbing his hand with your good arm helping him off the floor but he puts no pressure on his leg. ‘’Go ahead without me,’’ He tells you. You reach over grabbing what looked like a broom handing it to him so he could use it to help walk.

You didn’t wait another second; you practically ran out the door glancing around for the bats in the sky. The red lightning illuminated the bats and you saw they were swarming in a circle which couldn’t be good at all. You looked back Dustin was only a few feet behind you hobbling toward you, you quickened your pace running over toward the bats not giving yourself long enough to debate if it was a good or bad idea.

When you finally got there all of the bats had dropped from the sky as if some invisible force had killed them. You saw Eddie laying on the floor, all the bats surrounded him. You ran as fast as you could landing on your knees in front of him. The blood was coming from his mouth, you knew that was not a good sign.

‘’Eddie? Eddie?’’ You say taking your good hand touching his cheek, tapping it lightly, ‘’Hey come on you need to look at me,’’ You forced a smile at him with the tears forming in your eyes at his state. ‘’You’re okay, you’re okay.’’ You kept repeating.

A moment later Dustin dropped onto his hands carefully getting on the ground with you, he pulled Eddie’s head so it was resting on his leg, ‘’Oh god Eddie,’’ He said examining him, there was blood all over him.

‘’Dustin,’’ You say still trying to hold back your tears but he just kept his eyes on Eddie, ‘’Dustin I am gonna try and find something maybe we can stop the bleeding,’’ You tell him. He doesn’t seem to pay attention so you raise off the ground and start running back toward the RV once again, the sheet in there that could stop the bleeding right?

You ran as fast as you could to the RV still cradling your arm to your chest, you finally made your way back running inside. The sheet was already on the floor so you quickly picked it up running back out of the RV toward Eddie and Dustin, that was when the ground began to shake. You felt the ground shaking and immediately tripped but caught yourself. The loud noise behind you caught your attention and you watched as the gate that was once inside the RV had broken out and it just kept expanding straight ahead, luckily it was opposite of where Dustin was.

The ground shaking was making it hard to walk but you got back to Dustin as fast as you could, you noticed when he came into view that he stood above where Eddie had previously laid on his leg, Eddie laid on the ground shaking with the earth but he wasn’t moving. ‘’Dustin?’’ You yell out at him gaining his attention. When you got close enough you noticed the tears were streaming down his face, ‘’He didn’t-?’’ You couldn’t finish the sentence.

He shook his head before you could finish anyway, ‘’What do we do?’’ He asked and you could clearly hear how emotional he was.

‘’I don’t know-’’ You say glancing around, ‘’I don’t know!’’ You say. ‘’Did you radio Steve? We need to call Steve - Nancy, Nancy will know what to do.’’ You tell him feeling distressed.

‘’I did,’’ He tells you. ‘’No response, from him or anyone else.’’ He tells you.

And it seemed like someone, somewhere was looking out for you and Dustin because only a moment later you heard a voice sounding just a stressed as you felt coming through.

“Y/N! Dustin?” You hear coming from the radio, it was the sweetest sound you had ever heard.

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‘’Y/N!’’ You hear your mom call from downstairs, ‘’Phone!’’

‘’Busy,’’ You yell, staring up at the ceiling, not busy at all in fact.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs and you pull yourself up from the bed resting on your elbows anticipating her opening the door. She swings the door open a moment later, ‘’It’s Steve,’’ She pauses, ‘’Again.’’ You sigh. ‘’He really wants to talk to you honey, he’s probably just worried.’’

‘’Are you going to work?’’ You ask, noticing her scrub uniform.

‘’Yep, lots of shortages. Lots of people packed up and left, I don’t blame them if we had the money we would too.’’ She tells you. ‘’Do you need anything before I leave? Need any more medicine for your arm?’’ She asks and you glance down at the cast.

‘’I’m good,’’ You tell her. ‘’Love you,’’ You tell her before she leaves. Your mom worked as a nurse at the hospital when you finally got out of the upside down you went straight to her and she was pretty much able to help you get in to get your arm that same night although your injuries were nothing compared to some peoples.

A few hours later you were down in the kitchen making a frozen pizza, a little bit after the pizza went in the doorbell rang. You began walking toward the front door when the person decided to knock persistently, ‘’I’m coming!’’ You yell, shaking your head slightly annoyed.

When you pulled the door open Steve Harrington stood in front of you hands in his pockets. You looked at him in shock for a moment which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip in the house, ‘’Can I come in?’’ He asks, already walking through the door.

‘’Sure come on in,’’ You say sarcastically, shutting the door behind you. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ You ask him.

He puts one hand on his hip resting it there, ‘’Well you don’t return calls and it’s been three days.’’ He tells you. ‘’Why are you ignoring me?’’ He asks.

You sigh, ‘’I just needed some time to myself…a lot,’’ You say your eyes are focusing on a single spot on the floor, ‘’A lot happened.’’ You tell him.

‘’I know it did,’’ He says, stepping forward. ‘’Are you okay?’’ He asks.

You shrug your shoulders, ‘’I mean yeah,’’ You tell him but you can tell in your voice that you were about to break.

‘’Hey,’’ Steve says gently, pulling you into a hug, your hands wrapped around his torso as he rests his head on top of yours. ‘’You’re okay now,’’ He tells you.

‘’We just left him Steve,’’ You sob.

You could feel him pull you in closer if that was possible, ‘’We had to get out, and there was no way we could carry him out.’’ He says rubbing comforting circles on your back with his hand.

‘’His uncle-He-He is putting up missing flyers for him.’’ You try to get out your crying not letting you get out a sentence without having to take a deep breath. ‘’My mom she told me they’re all over the hospital.’’

Steve pulls back from you, ‘’Come on,’’ He says walking you to the couch sitting down with you, he still had his arm around you and you curled your body up so it rested on him. ‘’We did what we could, what we had to do.’’ He tries to tell you. ‘’And that doesn’t make what happened any easier but we have to think about what could've happened had we not gotten out when we did. Someone else could’ve been hurt, then what would we have done?’’ He asks you.

‘’It just feels wrong,’’ You tell him. You push yourself up looking at him, ‘’How is Dustin?’’ You ask, realizing you hadn’t talked to him since you got home.

‘’He’s rough,’’ He admits. ‘’But managing.’’

You didn’t say anything after that, you just both sat in silence. An hour or so later your head was in his lap and he was tracing circles on your shoulder as you stared up at the ceiling. ‘’Thanks for coming over,’’ You tell him.

He looks down at you, ‘’This is the only way I could talk to you,’’ He says and you smile sheepishly at him.

‘’Steve?’’ You ask. He hums in response, ‘’I don’t know what happened with you and Nancy and I made a promise I would do this, and I really want to keep it.’’ You start to ramble and Steve looks at you intently. ‘’And I'm just gonna come out and say it instead of beating around the bush-’’ You continue.

‘’Y/N,’’ Steve interrupted you, ‘’Just say it.’’

‘’I’m in love with you, and not in the way best friends love each other.’’ You say watching his eyes widen a bit looking at you as if he was shocked. ‘’And I have been for a while..’’ You pause, not really sure how he was feeling.

‘’You are?’’ He asks. ‘’Since when?’’ He asks.

‘’Since last year,’’ You tell him, ‘’When you got the job at scoops and I was training you I had a crush and we’ve hung out a lot more since and yeah,’’ You explain to him. ‘’And I just-,’’ You pause feeling emotional from the confession. ‘’I just had to tell you, I promised Eddie I would.’’

He glanced up when you mentioned Eddie his facial expressions looked shocked like he didn’t know what to say. “I just had to tell you and if you don’t feel the same-“ You began to say but your were cut short when you felt his hand come up to your cheek he was staring at you not saying a word.

“Steve?” You say breathless from his touch.

He doesn’t say anything instead he leans in his lips touching yours. He was slow with it and delicate, his hand gently resting on your cheek. “I never wanted to ruin anything,” He says when he pulls away. “Last year I realized I felt the same, and then now when we were upside down all I could think was is Y/N safe? That's when I knew.”

He paused for a moment, “And then I heard Dustin on the radio and he was begging us to come and I felt like I couldn’t breathe because he was so vague I thought something happened to you,” He tells you.

You reach your hand up putting it over the one that was on your cheek, “And then I saw you and your hand,” He glances down to the cast.

“I was fine,” You say, offering him a smile, “I was just waiting for you,” You admit. “You always keep me waiting, Harrington,” He smiles.

He leans in kissing you again, “No more waiting around, I’m right here.” He tells you.

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Thanks for reading! apologies for any mistakes i’m on my phone writing! Let me know how you liked it!

I have like 5 other fics im working on rn so just wanted to post something but Request are open still!

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🥁 diego brando/afab!reader ✱ 5.8k ✱ NSFW 🔥

(minors dni, you’ll be blocked)

content/summary: band au, drummer diego, vaginal fingering, blowjobs, inappropriate use of drumsticks, PIV sex, you've been following diego's band around for the duration of their tour and he wants to reward you for your commitment :))

preview:

“That’s it,” Diego encourages, sliding the second drumstick inside you to meet the first, “you’re so lucky, do you know that?" It’s a one-sided conversation, you’re too weak and overwhelmed to form words but you continue to keep your eyes on his, all but begging for him to keep talking. He looks unbelievably beautiful like this: your leg slung over his shoulder, the force of his thrusts making his body shake, his face flushed and glistening with sweat, smeared black lip gloss streaked across his mouth and chin. “I’ve never done this before, fucking a fan I mean,” he teases, a sly grin spreading across his face, “but exceptions can be made for my biggest fan. And you are my biggest fan,” he pauses, slowing his actions and lifting an eyebrow, “right?”

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As the sun starts to set and bathes the sky in rich golden hues, you take your place near the front of a line gradually wrapping around a small downtown theater. You’re only beaten by a trio of friends who must’ve been sitting here for hours, but as the evening progresses, more and more people arrive and the excitement in the air is almost palpable. You’ve come alone; you’d invited some friends to accompany you for the duration of the tour, but unfortunately your enthusiasm for the idea wasn’t shared by the rest of them. Regardless,nothing could stop you from seeing your favorite band in the world, there was nothing anyone could say that would turn you away from a continuous roadtrip like this. Even halfway through the tour, you’re still buzzing with anticipation at the start of every show.

You can hear hints of sound testing inside, someone checking the microphone whose voice is far too monotone to be Gyro’s, too unfamiliar to arouse any sort of excitement from within you. Besides, if your ears were going to tune into anything then it’d be the drums you’ve become so familiar with, even just by sound alone. And whoever is testing those right now very clearly doesn’t possess the same distinct energy as Diego Brando.

Is it odd to be so fixated on him? Surely not. The rest of the band have their fair share of persistent and loud fans, and while you do enjoy the group as a whole it’s always Diego that’s captured your attention the most. Even without his trademark liner and glossy black-stained lips you could pick him out of a crowd anywhere. A man like Diego doesn’t need stature when he can compensate with charisma, and there’s something so breathtaking about the way he’s always tucked at the back of the stage, sharp cerulean eyes always almost shining with excitement. He loves the attention, even if he has to fight for it more than the others. 

Amidst your usual fantasizing, it slowly occurs to you that, from several feet behind you, the crowd has started to make noise which only increases in volume as the seconds tick by. Just some pre-show excitement, you’re sure. But when you turn your head to find its catalyst, your eyes blow wide.

There he is; standing at 5’3”, beautifully tousled blonde mane flowing gently in the slight breeze, eyes covered by a pair of aviators, dressed in his typical DIY vest, tattered tank top, and high-waisted plaid pants, boots clunking heavily against the sidewalk as he progressively gets closer. The smirk that tugs at his lips is so in character for him, made extra charming as he lifts his fresh Starbucks coffee and takes a slow sip. All the while he basks in the cheers, getting teasingly close to the roped off line and occasionally stopping for a very brief photo op. 

It’s a bit embarrassing, but your heart is doing cartwheels beneath your chest and you’re instinctively smoothing out the front of your homemade shirt in hopes he’ll see his own photo haphazardly ironed on top. The heat filling your cheeks is only made worse as he gets close enough for you to see his bare features.

He has a very short exchange with a man just a few places behind you, and time seems to stop as soon as Diego’s gaze moves forward to rest on yours. He gives you a once over, and even with the tinted barrier that his eyes sit behind you can tell there’s a glint of amusement in them.

“Didja make that yourself?” He gestures his cup towards your shirt.

“Yeah,” you start quietly, then clear your throat to repeat yourself, “I did, yeah –”

Your mouth goes dry when he leans closer, tugs his glasses down to reveal his eyes, completely devoid of their usual messy eyeliner, and then quickly straightens up again.

“How about an autograph?” It’s less a question and more a demand as he beckons you forward with two fingers.

Hesitation is plastered across your face, so Diego puts matters into his own hands. He lifts the rope and nods toward the venue. 

“C’mon, haven’t got much time.”

Inside? He’s going to give you an autograph inside? Surely it’d be easier to do it out here. While you’re wasting time questioning it, Diego pulls you along with his palm firmly placed at your middle back. There’s a slight uproar amongst the others in line, but Diego pays them no mind. He guides you into the venue and your eyes immediately attempt to adjust to the dim lighting inside.

Huddled on the stage are the rest of Diego’s bandmates, having jovial conversation as they set up their gear. Each of them offer Diego a wave and that’s it, as if him bringing in fans off the street is a common occurrence. But that can’t be true; you’ve been following them around for weeks now, and you’ve never seen them pull a random person out of line like this.

A tight hallway and one right turn lead you to a door that loudly creaks as Diego swings it open. Inside is a typical greenroom: old beat up couches at the center, a busted vanity in the corner of the room, messy baggage full of outfits you know fairly well at this point. As you take all of it in, Diego steps further inside and crouches down to dig through what must be his own suitcase.

As you stand there awkwardly, he grumbles from his spot on the floor until he finally locates a silver sharpie. He requests for you to close the door, and you obey without thinking at all. As it clicks shut he turns around, sticking the pen between his teeth in favor of removing his aviators, folding them, and then hooking them to the collar of his shirt. God, with eyes like that he could tell you to do anything and you’re sure you’d say yes. Diego regards you with a thoughtful stare as his gaze roams your front. He nods once and uncaps the sharpie with a quick tug, leaving the top still settled between his teeth. This close, you can hear his breath filtering through his nostrils all the while he leans down and presses the pen against the space just below your collarbone. You can only bask in the moment of closeness for a couple of seconds before he’s finished and straightened up again, replacing the cap and tossing the pen back into his backpack.

“Thank you,” you manage, realizing with slight panic that you haven’t properly said much of anything since he’s tugged you in here. “I don’t want to take up anymore of your time –”

Two steps towards the door is all he allows before he cuts you off and urges you back towards the couches with a wave of his hand.

“Relax, we’re not on for another hour. It’s filthy out there, anyway.” He pulls a disgusted face. “This heat is atrocious.”

Stunned, you slip back into speechlessness as the man turns on his heel and heads for the vanity. He digs through a makeup bag, eventually finding a half-empty lip gloss in black and applying a thin layer to his pillowy lips. He knows you’re staring – hell, he probably loves the fact that you are, the way he pops his hip out makes it clear. 

“Sit,” he demands, eyes sharply digging into yours even from against the chipped mirror, and you aren’t about to say no.

The couch sinks much lower than expected as soon as you plop down. Once you’ve adapted to the uncomfortable upward press of springs, a question slips from your mouth.

“Why’d you pick me out of the crowd? I’m not VIP, I didn’t think you guys even had VIP tickets.”

“We don’t,” he confirms, popping his lips and then turning around to lean his full weight against the vanity. He smiles, taps the gloss against the side of his head. “I have a pristine memory, darling, you’ve been following us around.”

Darling? your heart does an embarrassing little flip again, then yet another as realization hits you; yes, he’s aware of your existence and he remembers you. So the eye contact you’d managed at every single show hadn’t been just silly little moments of delusion. 

“I’m a big fan.” A pointless elaboration, but Diego smirks with delight at the admission anyway.

“Obviously,” he chuckles, gesturing to you with the container of gloss, silently noting the carefully crafted shirt. “So why wouldn’t I reward a fan?”

Whether he was looking for an answer or not, Diego allows you no time to give one. He turns on his heel again and exchanges the lip gloss for a freshly sharpened eyeliner pencil. Effortlessly, he applies a generous amount to one eye, and you can’t help but be transfixed by how precise he is. Mid-way through his second eye the thought occurs to you that you’ve already gotten your “reward”, so there’s no reason to keep sitting here and bothering him.

And yet again, when you try to stand and open your mouth to announce your departure, Diego’s gaze snaps towards you and he lifts one thick eyebrow. His expression reads almost interrogating and it makes you swallow with something akin to fear, but not quite that severe.

“I assume the others will be here soon?” You quietly suggest. Really, meeting Diego has been more than enough, and you’d like to save some of your enthusiasm for the show itself.

“‘Course not, they’re already dressed,” Diego scoffs, zipping up the cosmetics bag and chucking it into his suitcase. He crosses the room, slowly, sizing you up more obviously now.

“Sit,” he repeats, stare unrelenting as his eyes bore into yours.

Even being as small as he is, Diego’s presence is overwhelmingly dominating. Heart thumping so hard you can feel it in your throat, you opt to obey. Again, the couch greets you with the squeak of springs as you sit down, and he doesn’t miss the discomfort on your face. Diego nods once with satisfaction, smiling before plopping down on the couch across from yours.

“Surely you’d rather sit back here than have to stand in that line. And besides…” Diego leans down to dig through his suitcase again, only sitting back up when he’s located a pair of drumsticks and brandishes them dramatically in the air, “why opt out of spending some time with your favorite rockstar?”

Well, “rockstar” seems a little exaggerated, considering the shows have been taking place in small venues and it’s not like any of their songs have hit the top 100 list. You stifle a little laugh at that, not wanting to hurt his ego. Could his ego even be hurt? Is he capable of that? Unknowingly, a smile has crept up on your face, and the rockstar in question is eating it up as he mindlessly taps the sticks against his thighs.

Diego slowly leans back, gradually parts his legs until he’s practically spread across the entire couch. His shirt is slightly riding up, revealing a sliver of tummy that’s decorated by a patch of light hair just above the closure of his pants. At this point there’s no use attempting to hide the fact that you’re eyeing him with something less innocent in your gaze. In fact, the sight is unfortunately sending a wave of heat cascading through your gut, and the way you squirm slightly is not lost on him.

“Uncomfortable?” Diego inquires, though his expression says he doesn’t need an answer. “You’re welcome to join me over here.”

“I’d hate to crowd you.” Really, you’re more worried about the need filling your gut. You’ve done your best to tamp it down, but, for a while now, you’ve been intrigued by Diego for reasons far surpassing simple admiration. 

Diego has his mind already set on it; he slides to one side of the couch, gently patting what little free space is left with the tip of one drumstick. And without much thought, your body is already standing, slowly making your way towards him and making brief eye contact before sitting down. If there were any possible way to wipe the blush off your face then you’d be desperately doing it. From this close you can smell the cologne radiating off of him, an expensive scent that contrasts his outfit. Musk, vanilla, and a hint of citrus.

“Here,” Diego mumbles, pointing one drumstick at you, clearly offering it. “These are my lucky pair, I trust you’ll be careful with it.”

Careful is an understatement when there’s few things in your life that you’ve held as gingerly as this. The tip is worn with frequent use and a chipped portion sits near the base; there’s something oddly magical about handling it, knowing it’s been wielded by Diego’s skilled hands, graced by his sweaty palms.

“I have some extra in my bag.” He gestures with his other stick towards the object in question. “It’s only fair to offer my biggest fan a signed pair.”

“Oh, Diego, I can’t do that.” Your head whips around to face him just as you note how wonderful it feels to address him in person.

Diego scoffs and rolls his eyes, pointing with more enthusiasm. “It’s a one-time offer, take it or leave it.”

Why on earth would you leave it?

Just as quickly as you’d sat down, you move to crouch next to his bag and hesitantly rummage inside until you find three unopened packages of fresh sticks settled in one pocket. You pull a random one out, lifting it up in the air.

“This one okay?”

“‘Course,” he replies, nodding almost impatiently. “Set them aside for now.”

Doing as instructed, you glance around for a moment to find a suitable spot, but instead just leave them on the floor next to his bag. Diego’s eyes are still watching you expectantly, and before you can sit next to him again he stops you just short by pressing the butt end of one stick against your stomach.

“Hold on,” he mumbles, geturing for you to stand in front of him. As soon as you do, he studies the front of your shirt more closely. Several seconds drag by as he takes it in, admiring it, likely full of pride.

“It’s a shame they haven’t made shirts like this, y’know.” The tip of his drumstick traces along the print of himself and his eyes briefly flick upwards to catch yours, gauging your reaction. When you express zero reservations, he increases the pressure lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of your pants. “Maybe we could hire you on as a printmaker,” he offers, thoughtfully, though somehow you doubt there’s much honesty to it.

Your heart pounds beneath your chest, your disbelief overwhelming and only able to be ignored when Diego reaches out to hook two fingers into one of your belt loops. He tugs, softly laughing as you nearly topple forwards. 

“How often have you thought about this?” His voice is dripping with suggestion, as if he’s always been reading your mind even as you’ve stood at the front barrier of every show. An ache settles in your groin and he immediately senses it, dragging his drumstick lower past the closure of your jeans.

Even if you wanted to answer, the words would be overwhelmed by the heartbeat rising in your throat. It occurs to you that you’ve got your hands awkwardly lifted in the air, but when the tip of the stick drags purposefully just where he knows it’ll have the desired effect, they land desperately on his shoulders.

“That answers that,” Diego purrs, tapping gently in the same spot and quietly laughing at the soft sound you make in response. It seems he’s taken it as a sign to continue; he sets the drumstick between his teeth and with a deft hand he lifts the hem of your shirt just enough to see the closure of your pants. Given all his other actions, it should come as no surprise when he pops the button open and tugs tantalizingly slow at your zipper, but even still shock rushes its way through your body, signaling that it’s time to panic.

“Diego –” you start, but for the moment the words catch in your throat as he glances up at you. He’s stopped moving, pausing with the zipper half undone, the pull clasped tightly between his thumb and middle finger. Quickly enough, you locate the sensibility to finish your thought. “Someone could walk in.”

A devilish grin and a raise of one eyebrow tell you all you need to know; either Diego simply isn’t bothered by that possibility – hell, maybe he wants it to happen – or he’d planned this entire scenario ages ago. Even with the crew and band making up a small amount of people, you’ve been wondering just why nobody else has ventured into the room in the past several minutes.

With a dramatic flourish of his hand, Diego plucks the drumstick from out of his mouth and sets it down next to him, briefly looking at it as if he’s not quite finished with it. “That won’t be a problem,” he assures you, finally fully unzipping your pants and dragging two fingers across the newly revealed fabric of your underwear. “Don’t you worry about that, you’ve got me all to yourself.” Another tug on your belt loop reiterates his promise.

Though you’re sure none of the thoughts in his head right now are innocent, there’s a lilt to his voice that oddly puts you at ease. But, maybe that’s just your desire for him clouding your judgment. Either way, he’s got you like putty in his hands; even the action of him bringing his fingers to his mouth and coating them with spit makes your brain foggy with need. He doesn’t waste any time, and you make no moves to stop him as his fingers dip beneath your underwear and circle the spot you’ve ached to feel his touch for ages now.

“How’s that?” Halfway through the question you’ve already dug your fingers into his sturdy shoulders, giving him all the answer he needs. His hand travels farther down and he gives a satisfied hum at just how wet you already are.

No words could possibly do justice to the thoughts in your head right now, the feelings washing over your body as his fingers play with you. With one knee bumping against your leg, he encourages you to spread further for him and he slips one digit between your folds. Your jaw is clenched as tight as possible but it’s not enough to fight a sputtering moan. It’s a noise that’s like music to Diego’s ears.

“Don’t be shy,” he encourages you, releasing your belt loop to instead reach up and squeeze your jaw in a manner that contrasts the gentle tone of his voice. “Pretty little thing like you should make all the noise you like.”

“Diego, this is –” you mumble, only to be interrupted by him tugging your face closer and breathing hot across your lips.

“Everything you’ve ever wanted,” he finishes for you. While it wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind, no truer words could be spoken in this moment.

As if that statement was the only thing you needed to fully let all inhibitions go, you’re diving in for a kiss, teeth briefly clicking against his before you both settle into a comfortable angle. His finger prods at your hole just as his tongue shoves its way into your mouth, your legs buckling under the weight of your arousal. It gets progressively more difficult to fight to stand up as his fingers work quicker and harder, pumping in and out in a clear attempt to break you. Before you can fall, Diego is quick to pull you closer until you topple forwards against him and you’re forced to break for breath.

“Off,” he demands, reaching a hand around to give your ass a swift spank and tug firmly at the waistband of your jeans. With a hurried pace encouraged both by anxiety and desire, you awkwardly fumble around until your shoes and jeans are both tossed to the floor.

Diego hungrily watches you, reaching up to swipe at his mouth with his forearm only to leave a black smudge behind. He places one palm on his crotch and cups himself through his pants as your mind races, considering the possibility of seeing him, all of him, wondering if he’s aching as much as you are. It’s that thought alone that brings you to your knees, settling between his legs and eyeing him for approval.

“That’s it,” he groans, placing an encouraging palm on your cheek.

With admittedly shaky hands, you unfasten his pants and pause just short of tugging them down, disbelief surfacing again in your mind. But Diego is way ahead of you, lifting his hips enough to shimmy out from the confines of his pants until the base of his cock slowly presents itself to you amongst a patch of carefully trimmed hair. The second he fully pulls it out and wraps his hand around himself, the pair of you give a simultaneous moan.

You can feel the warmth radiating off of him as you cautiously lean closer, anchoring your palms on his knees. All the nights you’ve spent thinking about this, all the times you’ve shamefully whimpered his name just as you’ve reached a precipice, all the daydreams and the fake scenarios playing out in your mind day after day after day… all of it has improbably led you to this moment, and when he grips your chin and encourages you closer still that’s all it takes to ground you. As soon as your lips brush up against the tip of his cock, you realize there’s no going back.

Diego is transfixed, watching with half-lidded eyes as you eagerly open your mouth. A series of wet slapping sounds fills the air as he taps himself against the surface of your tongue. He does his best to fight back against the noises his body wants to make, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, but he can’t resist squirming just a bit as you languidly lick at the underside of his cock. 

Willing away all the self-doubt plaguing your thoughts, you let a trail of spit coat the tip of his cock and gradually take him between your lips. He’s eager, you can tell by the way he lifts his hips in an effort to bury himself further in your mouth, and that leads you to believe you’re doing well enough. When he rests a hand on top of your head and shoves himself deeper still, you gag and watch as his eyes go wide at the sound. Tears form at the corners of your eyes and you force yourself back up, gasping for air even as Diego drags his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Blimey,” he whispers around a soft laugh, “you’re a little minx, aren’t you?”

If he keeps teasing you like that, you might not last very long. Fortunately he goes mostly quiet again as soon as you wrap your lips around him again, this time bobbing your head with a more hurried pace and making sure to be as noisy as possible. You can feel him throbbing as you note the way his head slumps back against the couch, but letting him cum like this would be far too quick for your liking.

With a gasp and a pop sound you let him go, watching as a mix of precum and spit trails from your lips to his reddened tip. As you lick up every bit that you can, Diego shakily stands to remove the remainder of his bottoms. As exhausted as you already are, he’s nowhere near finished with you; near breathlessly he demands you move to the couch with a simple but effective “up”.

As soon as your ass hits the worn chenille, Diego’s hands are already spreading your legs apart and the cool air hitting your heat reminds you just how soaked you are. With one drumstick clenched between his teeth again, he leans over you, eyes so sharp they almost appear reptilian for a moment. But really it’s a wonder you can spend any amount of attention on that when his cock is at full mast, pointed directly at you, leaking and glistening.

Without a word, Diego crouches down on one knee, grasping one of your ankles tightly and forcefully slinging it over his shoulder. Mere seconds is all you’re afforded to be able to wonder why he’s got that drumstick in his mouth again as he drags two fingers between your folds, separates them, and then plunges the same digits in without any warning. Your body immediately buzzes with pleasure that’s only made more overwhelming when his thumb circles your clit. Locking eyes with him while he pumps and curls his fingers may very well spell the end for you, but Diego has proven to be an expert at reading signs, so as soon as your expression signals climax, his actions cease.

“Bloody hell,” Diego attempts before tugging the drumstick out from between his teeth. He effortlessly twirls it thoughtfully in his hand, clearly mulling something over. Confused, you impatiently pull him closer with your ankle at the back of his head

“I want nothing more than to fuck you, love,” he croons, brushing the stick’s tip upwards along your inner thigh. “But I was hoping you’d do me a little favor first.”

If not for the sliver of self-restraint still within you, a loud “yes” would be your response. Instead, you let him further tease you, locking eyes with him again as he prods at your hole with the object in his hand. Despite the hint of a scraping sensation on your skin, you eagerly nod.

“Oh wonderful,” Diego purrs, twirling the stick again and pressing the butt end against you with more force. “It’s a shame I can’t have you up on that stage with me during the show,” he plays up his disappointed tone, slowly easing the stick inside you. “But maybe this will do, hm?”

It’s much different than his fingers, but somehow the idea and resulting feeling of having such a precious item of his shoved inside you has every nerve in your body screaming with pleasure. And he can sense every bit of it, so he doesn’t hesitate to continue. His expression is almost scarily proud; it’s the same he wears during the climax of every song where he’s given a solo, it’s the face of a man who knows he’s in charge, he’s the star.

Discomfort fades into rapture as your body adjusts to the stiff, dry wood. Diego works quickly, twisting his wrist as well as he fucks you with his drumstick and mumbles obscenities amidst affirmations of how well you’re taking it, how extra lucky this pair is going to feel thanks to your essence. One particularly well-placed thrust sends your palm clapping over your mouth to avoid screaming with unbridled pleasure.

“Oh, no,” Diego chuckles, instantly reaching up to pull your hand away from your face, “no need for that, you can scream all you’d like.” As if to further encourage it, he makes sure to hit the same spot again.

“Diego–” the end of his name transitions into a powerful moan, one that’s louder than intended but offers you a reward in the form of him plucking the leftover drumstick off the couch.

“That’s it,” he encourages you, sliding the second one inside you and continuing the same ministrations, “you’re so lucky, do you know that?”

You nod once, that’s all you can manage. It’s a one-sided conversation, you’re too weak and overwhelmed to form words but you continue to keep your eyes on his, all but begging for him to keep talking. He looks unbelievably beautiful like this: your leg slung over his shoulder, the force of his thrusts making his body shake, his face flushed and glistening with sweat, smeared lip gloss streaking across his mouth and chin. 

“I’ve never done this before, fucking a fan I mean,” he teases, a sly grin spreading across his face, “but exceptions can be made for my biggest fan. And you are my biggest fan,” he pauses, slowing his actions and lifting an eyebrow, “right?” 

Another nod is not a good enough answer for him. He tuts and comes to a standstill, gripping your chin in his free hand and jutting out his bottom lip. “Use your words, darling.”

“Please,” you surprise yourself with the way you whimper and plead for him, “Diego, keep fucking me, I –”

“So meek,” he observes with disappointment, but still shoves the sticks into you again, following your instructions without any grace. “I know you can be loud.”

In hopes of weakening you further, he thumbs at your clit again and smirks with delight at the way it makes you squeal. You don’t cover your mouth again, knowing full well that would only upset him; instead you let his name spill from your lips, unrelenting, loudly. But still not loud enough by his standards. 

“What if I fuck you myself?” The sticks clatter to the floor as they frustratingly fall from his grasp. Mind clearly already made up, he stands and clasps the underside of both your thighs. When he shimmies closer to press you tight against the back of the couch, his cock slides effortlessly against the wetness of your pussy and you throb with desperation.

“Fuck me,” you beg, breathlessly, the tightness in your core becoming increasingly unbearable, “I’ll do it, I’ll scream for you.”

“Yeah?” Diego huffs a laugh, reaches down to carefully guide himself inside you and gasps at the new sensation. “Alright, let’s hear it then.”

And with that, every bit of himself that was holding back is gone, he offers you no time to adjust. Diego fucks you hard and fast and the obscene smacking sound of your skin making contact combined with the feeling of his cockhead repeatedly plunging inside you makes your eyes roll back and your body tremble. As soon as you attempt to touch yourself he smacks your hand away and scolds you, and you don’t need to ask why.

Weak as it is, you muster up all the voice you possibly can and call out his name, watching with satisfaction as it makes him groan and his hips stutter. 

“Again,” he requests, voice raspy, almost a growl. “Louder.”

With more success, you do it again, already feeling yourself tightening and getting closer and closer to the edge as soon as his name tumbles out from your mouth.

“That’s it,” he praises you, but there’s still something desperate in his eyes, something unsatisfied.

The coiling in your gut snaps as your walls clench around him and hold him tight. This time you scream his name, just as you promised, just as if you’re standing near the front of the stage and watching him play out one of his vigorous solos. Anyone within several feet of this building will have easily been able to hear you, but none of that matters as you watch Diego completely fall apart just moments afterwards, the sound of his own name the exact trigger he needs.

As soon as he slips out from you, you slump against the couch and slide down to the floor, resting on your knees again to drag your lips against his balls as he pumps himself in his hand and chases release. Peppered kisses serve as encouragement as you relish in the whine he utters in response. The only warning you get is his palm pressing to your forehead, effectively dipping you back and making you an easier target. There’s a series of guttural moans, each steadily increasing in volume, before ropes of heat spill across your jaw, your lips, and your nose. 

The sensation makes you flinch, but your response is immediate as you swallow the small amount that lands in your mouth. Warm and bitter, it’s everything you could have imagined, and you have imagined it numerous times before. As you swipe at your face and blindly attempt to gather up as much as you can, your back hits the edge of the couch and you weakly sigh. Part of you wants to let his cum sit there to settle into your skin, like a more indecent autograph, but instead you drag what you’ve managed to accumulate across the surface of your tongue.

“Here.” Diego tosses a towel towards you, one that he’d located somewhere at the bottom of his luggage. Somehow within the time you’d been basking in his taste with closed eyes, he’s managed to tug his pants back on, letting them sit unfastened for now. “You can keep that as well.” He says that last bit as if he's gifting you yet another priceless possession. And honestly, he is.

Thankfully, judging by his smug smile, it seems he’s taking your current state as enough of a ‘thank you’, because you aren’t sure if you’d be able to find the energy or words to offer him one anyway. Diego crosses the room to check himself in the vanity mirror again, tousling his hair and reapplying that signature black lip gloss again. Once you feel you’ve sufficiently wiped yourself clean, realization hits you and you rush to get dressed again.

“Show’s about to start,” Diego informs you and your ears tune into the excited crowd now piling into the venue. His heavy boots clunk closer and closer until he offers you a fresh pair of drumsticks, as promised. Adorning the length of both are two more autographs, flanked by messily scrawled stars. “I’ll have security save a spot for you at the front, but don’t dilly-dally too much.”

Wordlessly, you take the gift and your disbelief surfaces again. If not for the aching in your limbs and his taste still left on your tongue, you’d be inclined to believe this was all a dream.

With his lucky pair in hand again, Diego smirks, slowly dragging the shaft of one stick under his nose and taking a deep breath in.

“I’ll be thinking about you.” He winks. “If you wait around afterwards, maybe an encore could be arranged.”

Diego turns, energetically exiting the room and shutting the door behind him again. As soon as he’s gone you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, eyes scanning the room as if checking to make sure nobody saw what just occurred in these four walls. 

Loud cheering erupts from the next room over, and your body acts on its own. Just like he’d promised, security locates you and quickly rushes you to the front of the crowd. Diego instantly makes eye contact with you and winks again, just before clicking his sticks together to cue the rest of the band in. The energy he exudes for this show is particularly wild, giving you a rush of confidence knowing that maybe, just maybe, you’ve had something to do with it.

You just hope he’ll be saving at least a little bit for whatever might transpire after the show.

#diego brando #diego brando x reader #jjba x reader #my writing #tumblr gods pwease dont fuck up formatting

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i’ve complied a LONG  list of plots that i want after digging through lots of plotting posts, so pls give this a like if you’re interested in any and i’ll message you! ( contains taboo things )

Religious girls are so fucking hot tbh. Like yeah make sure you keep that cross necklace on while you’re stretching your ass out with a plug and fucking your throat with your favorite dildo. I’m sure your God loves what he’s seeing from you 😂

ok but fuck, unhappily married corporate dude having an affair with his hot young assistant is one of my favourite trashy tropey plots someone gimme

a plot where yeah i’m dating my older brothers best friend who is also older than him and me but my brother doesn’t know and lots of sexual tension and he fingers her at the dinner table and whenever the friend sleeps over he always goes to her room and sleeps in her bed until morning until he has to get up to lay back at her brothers room to make it seem like he was there the whole night oh my god PLEASE

“i’m dating your sibling, but now i’ve met you, i’ve realized that maybe i picked the wrong sibling. but that’s not going to stop me from touching you underneath the dinner table, and screwing you in your parents bed.”

oh to be an aggressive hockey guy who gets into fights during matches and has to be patched up afterwords by the exasperated medic who has a soft spot for me who’s always telling me to be careful and sometimes we fight over my reckless attitude and maybe it gets heated one night and the medic yells “i care about you asshole!!” and i need to reevaluate our every single interaction

substitute teacher who likes giving out assignments and students hate him so much for that then one night, big brother bought a friend home and shit, it’s the substitute teacher who literally called you out for not passing your homework, and fuck, he is smirking like a total asshole.

Muse A happens to walk in on Muse B while they’re masturbating. Either Muse A offers to help after finding themselves too attracted by the sight to really turn away, or Muse B continues to work towards getting themselves off, indicating that they were masturbating with Muse A in mind.

Muse A has a friend over, who admits to having a crush on Muse A’s relative, Muse B. When Muse A confesses to having similar feelings, the two discuss the possibility of maybe coming onto Muse B with the idea of a naughty threesome in mind.

im always trash for taboo relationship plots:

- relieving him from sexual frustration with a handjob or blowjob - being his cum dump every day - fucking while hiding - riding him in the middle of the night and forcing him to cum in her - handjob in the backseat on a roadtrip - public sex outside a party - glory hole at a party or club bathroom

Also, presidents party girl daughter who has been assigned a new secret service bodyguard. He has no idea what he’s in for or the trouble she attracts. She has a problem with the word ‘no’ and he likes to say it a lot.

“it’s the middle of the night on a saturday and i’ve been thrown into holding by the cops and am i high or did i just get thrown into the same holding cell as a celebrity???” au

“while hiding from the paparazzi i ran into the first building i saw and it turns out you work here and what the fuck do you MEAN you’re closed and i have to get out, have some MERCY!” au

“i just went to one of your shows, and now an hour later you’ve tweeted about some gorgeous person you noticed in the crowd and wait why does this describe me exactly” au

this is a holy place, so you better be quiet and respectful while i screw you in the confessional booth.

I have a gigantic crush on you and you called me on the phone while I was masturbating but I picked up anyway and you caught on to what I was doing but you didn’t hang up??? Does this mean you like me??? Does this mean we’re gonna have phone sex???

I hid in your closet to scare you as a joke but when you came in you started masturbating and I can’t just get up and leave but if I get caught in your closet you’ll think I’m a pervert I regret my life choices

We’re roommates and we always look through each other’s mail and I certainly was not expecting to find a vibrator when I opened your package how much time do I have to re tape this before you get home

I bought dick popsicles as a joke but you look really hot how you’re sucking on that fuck

AGE GAP AUS

do clubs where you can wear a masquerade mask and be anonymously fucked and watched by dozens of people only exist in fanfiction or is there a membership card i can apply for

M/M PLOTS I DESPERATELY NEED:

- we’re costars working on a film (plus points for both of them playing the love interest in one of those annoying love triangles) and fell in love backstage, sneaking around each other’s trailers and whatnot - we’re on the same sports team but one of us is still in the closet, so we make out in the showers after training and vanish from parties to kiss in the car - i thought you’re dating my sister/brother but what do you mean you’re just friends and hanging around the house because you’re interested in me?? - i’m a big rock star and you’re my opening gig, and after the show we share sweaty kisses and have our own aftershow party in the tour bus you were the first boy i kissed but we never saw each other again after that party. years later we meet again and it’s like a throwback in time - i thought i was straight but there’s this cute af boy who makes me question my sexuality and turns my world upside down - bad boy turning soft for a soft boy -  *slams fist on the table* I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR NERD/JOCK DYNAMICS!

OR JUST ANYTHING HERE

#indie kink rp #indie smut rp #wishlist

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Disc World bookclub thoughts- Monstrous Regiment

Pages 20-28

Hey @anna-neko ! Did I miss last week… yes. BUT JUST BECAUSE I MISS ONE WEEK DOESN’T MEAN I JUST ABANDON THIS. Look, finals are the week, so these past few weeks have been alot… also I’ve been hyperfocusing on dnd(stares in adhd). I’ve barely read but that’s alright. Once finals are over, I’m going on a roadtrip, so I should have time to read when we’re driving(unless I catch up on critical role…we’ll see).

It’s so late and I’m literally way too tired for nuance. With expectations set, Lets go

“Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city,” he said. “Poisonous, just like its river. Barely fit for humans now, they let everything in—zombies, werewolves, dwarfs, vampires, trolls—“

Something something we live in a society. Cue family talking about how NYC is corrupting the youth or something 🙃. Tbh, insert any big progressive city, and it should work for most of them.

A lot of good stuff in this page(and the next few ones)

1. Something Something colonialism bad. They[Borogravia] are the bad guys here🏃🏃🏃

2. Cool POV stuff coming back. Especially with the song and what not

3. Damn Strappi’s certainly something

4. I hate nationalism. The line b/w patriotism and nationalism is real hard sometimes. I mean, something something, true patriotism is knowing how your country’s fucked, and wanting to it be better. You fight for change cause you love it, and that is way more patriotic than just blinding fighting for country and defending it, even when it is in the wrong.

5. Uggh, the national anthem. Yes the flag thing is an actual thing we do in US. And certain teachers DO loss their shit if you don’t stand up/sing. Look, it’s not like I’m trying to disregard veterans, it’s just… weird and indoctrinationy. Plus, they added, “Under God,” during the cold war so, that feels even more insidious.

6. Poor Wazzer man. I’m glad he rebels in his own small way. Small acts of rebellion are still rebellious.

7. Learning new phrases! I figured due to context clues, but it’s always good to check.

Literally this conversation is literally my fucking thoughts

Uuuuh. War bad! Look. See!

“Well, I’m not buying into it. It’s all trickery. They keep you down and when they piss off some other country, you have to fight for them! It’s only your country when they want you to get killed!” said Tonker.”

Tonker. King Behavior!

And just as they’re going to sleep, so am I.

Fuck this book is good!

Here’s another quote good night!

It’s all lies, she thought muzzily. Some of them are just prettier than others, that’s all. People see what they think is there. Even I’m a lie. But I’m getting away with it.

Ps: I realized last time I stopped at pg 20 but wrote 60… my bad.(should be fixed now tho)

I will add ID text some other date cause I don't have the mental energy rn. I just did, scan text, and copy pasted it into alt w/out checking. If someone besides Anna finds this post and wants them, just @ me in the comment and I'll @ you when I finish this.

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#monstrous regiment #discworld #disc world #terry pratchett #book club #sol talks #my post

[sarahandjuliesroadtrip]

Exclusive! An Interview with Glynnis Campbell the voice of Julie Winters in MTV’s The Maxx!

  We here at Sarah and Julie’s Road Trip got the chance to sit down with the voice of Julie Winters herself Glynnis Campbell. A special thank you to Mrs. Campbell for taking the time to reflect on a brief period in her professional life that has meant so much to so many of us. Glynnis is a true joy and It’s safe to say she was as enthusiastic to talk to us as we were to meet her.

So ladies and Gentleman, Maxxheads of all ages, without further ado, sit back and enjoy a morning with Julie Winters.

Sarah and Julie’s Roadtrip: You have had a long and very interesting career that’s still going, spanning multiple professions that are very different from one and other. How did you get into voice acting?

Glynnis Campbell: First, thank you so much for interviewing me. It’s always a delight to make contact with people who like my work. And you’re so right about multiple careers! Sometimes I still wonder what I want to be when I grow up. Voice acting was an offshoot of singing, which I did all through school. I have a degree in Vocal Performance, so I sang opera at college and rock-and-roll on the weekends. That got me a contract with CBS Records in the all-girl rock band, The Pinups. The singing was fun, but the business was sketchy. Still, I loved the mic, so when the group burned out, it was an easy pivot to voiceover acting.

2. How did you get your part in The Maxx?

My voice coach, Johnny Rabbitt, let me know about the audition and said he thought I’d be a perfect fit. I wasn’t represented by an agent at the time, so I just went in and did a cold read for Rough Draft Studios

3. Were you ever into comic books?

 As a girl, I had a huge crush on Aqualad and the Teen Titans. Every time I visited my grandma, she’d buy me a comic book from the drugstore. I visited frequently!

4.  Did you know what The Maxx was before the Cartoon?

 I’d never heard of The Maxx. But that’s only because the comics of my youth were definitely meant for kids, so I stopped reading them. It never occurred to me that the comic audience might have changed, that current comics told deeper, more complex stories.

5.  How would you describe Julie Winters?

 More than anything, Julie Winters is a survivor. Life has left her badly damaged, but she’s managed to hold off (or embrace?) insanity with a lot of fascinating coping mechanisms—assigning characters to her emotions, finding interdependence with a fictional figure, creating alternate worlds in her mind. Her snarkiness keeps her from succumbing to depression, and her mental strength helps her battle her inner demons.

 6. Did you like working on the show?

 I absolutely LOVED working on The Maxx! It’s a rare treat to work with the whole cast while recording. Most productions are scheduled and recorded one character at a time. For The Maxx, two or three of us would be in the recording booth together, able to interact with and respond to each other. It was magical. I found Barry Stigler, who voiced Mr. Gone, deliciously evil. Since he preferred to stay in character, I cut him a wide berth! And I adored Michael Haley, who was a big, cuddly bear, so the affection you hear in my voice is real.

7. How did you prepare for voicing Julie and Lil’ Julie?

 I’ve been told I may have invented vocal fry! The truth was I wanted to give Julie a kicked-back sort of sardonic sound, like she was talking to herself. I’d heard that kind of self-assured, intimate tone from late night radio DJs. So I was channeling a male voice to a certain extent! For Lil’ Julie, it’s always been easy for me to access the little girl I used to be—innocent, pure, uncertain—so it was just a matter of reverting to that age with my voice.

8. Was it a challenge to voice some of the other, minor characters on the show like Glorie and the Cabbie victim?

 The most fun for me in doing voice work is inhabiting a wide cast of characters, slipping into the skin of someone completely different. I’ve voiced everything from a little boy to a singing tomato, from a rubber duck to the Queen of Blades. I like the challenge of changing my sound enough to fool the listener into believing it’s a completely different actor.

9. Didn’t your performance on The Maxx land you the role of our beloved Sarah Kerrigan in Starcraft?

 Speaking of the Queen of Blades… Yes, Blizzard originally wanted a Julie Winters voice for Diablo, so I was cast as The Rogue and Gillian the Barmaid. After the success of that game, I went on to voice Sarah Kerrigan and The Medic for Starcraft.

10. Did you get to interact with the rest of the cast and crew on The Maxx?

While recording The Maxx, I got to interact with other members of the cast, which as I mentioned is rare in recording. I enjoyed hanging out and listening to the other actors between my scenes. The Rough Draft directors were very warm and encouraging, and it was kind of a kick to take an occasional peek at what the animators were up to.

11. So Sam Kieth, the creator of the comic series, was heavily involved in the creation of the cartoon as a consultant. The cartoon is probably one of the most faithful comic book adaptions ever produced. Mr. Kieth is also known to be very reclusive, even with friends. Did you ever get to meet Sam Kieth?

I did meet Sam Kieth, and if I’d known how reclusive he was, I might have taken a photo. He came in one day during recording. I remember thinking he reminded me of a little boy, absolutely delighted with what all of us had done with his creation. His enthusiasm was contagious.

12. To put it lightly, the Maxx is very different and it tackles a lot of themes that are still highly controversial nearly thirty years later. Did any of your friends and family ever watch the show, if so, what did they think of it?

My friends and family watched the show, but I’m not sure they understood the story or related to the characters. Honestly, I think they were just excited that I was on MTV.

13. The Maxx’s story is very impressionistic, and it’s all intentionally left up to audience interpretation. How would you describe The Maxx cartoon and what would you say it was about?

I’m always hesitant to comment on the story, because you’re right, it IS impressionistic, and I feel like everyone takes away what they need. The thing that most surprised me, and I hope this doesn’t sound egotistical, is that despite the title being The Maxx, the main character really is Julie Winters. The series is all about her trauma, her pain, her reality, and how she manages to navigate through her world. The characters and symbolism come from her point of view and from within her mind.

14. Do you think there’s a reason Julie always seems to go barefoot?

 I don’t know for certain, but I always think of bare feet as indicating two things--vulnerability and being in touch with earth. In the case of Julie, I think that tracks. She’s emotionally fragile, and though in her head she’s exploring wild universes, she’s trying to stay grounded.

15. Any advice for aspiring voice actors?

 I think good voice acting requires two things. One is familiarity with basic mic technique, knowing about proximity and breath and the tricks of the trade. But more important is emotional openness, a willingness to expose sensitive parts of the psyche. When you don’t have the option of facial expressions or gestures, you have to be able to channel all that feeling into the voice.

16. For years there have been talks of a Maxx movie adaption, likely a live action movie. Sam Kieth has said before he’s interested in making a Maxx film and most recently, Channing Tatum has said in 2019 that he was going to direct a Maxx movie. If anyone ever contacted you to reprise your role, or even cameo in The Maxx movie, would you do it? 

I would be thrilled to have a cameo in The Maxx movie! How fun would that be? (I think I’m a bit too long in the tooth to do a live-action Julie.) But if they decided to do a full-length animated feature, I’d definitely insist on being considered for Julie.

 17. Any messages for the Maxxheads that are still out there?

I’ve been truly honored by the emails I’ve received over the years from those inspired and touched by The Maxx. Some told me the comic helped them through dark teen years. Some said they finally felt heard and understood. Some even said they felt the comic saved their life. I don’t feel I can take credit for that—it’s Sam who created the story—but I’m glad to be the conduit for his message.

 18. What do you think Julie would think of the female protagonists in your Historical Romance novels? 

The heroines in my historical romances are mostly kick-ass warrior maids, not unlike the Jungle Queen, so I’m sure Julie would approve.

19. If you could say anything to The Maxx what would it be?

 “We all need some place to go away to; some place we can be who we should have been instead of who we are; some safe place where we can escape reality. Hide. I know there are things to hide from. Shush. Just rest now. It’s okay. ‘S’okay.”

#Glynnis Campbell #Glynnis Campbell interview #voice acting #va interview #the maxx #maxxhead #for the fans #90s comics #mtv #mtv oddities #90s cartoons #animation #sam kieth #julie winters #the leopard queen #the jungle queen

[wellbelesbian]

Either/Or

thanks for the tag @martsonmars! i’m always terrible for these because so smirks i refuse to choose one or the other, it has to be both.

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates  // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

like Marta, i’m going to put some explanations below the cut, if you’re interested in that

slow burn or love at first sight- i love a good slow burn, even though it can make me impatient sometimes 😂 good things come to those who wait, i guess

fake dating or secret dating- it’s about the pining

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers- i would have thought i would be team enemies to lovers considering most of my ships and my OCs follow that pattern, but i just love friends to lovers. knowing someone so well, slowly realising there’s nobody else who gets you and you want to spend all your time with… and either route you can take it, where person A panics thinking person B would never like them back that way OR where they can clearly see how the other feels but still take forever to vocalise those feelings because they’re afraid of change… this may be veering into idiots to lovers territory, but it’s just so great.

oh no there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence- i will write bed sharing into every fic i possibly can. again, it’s about the pining! being so close yet so far… falling asleep facing away from one another but waking up in each other’s arms, and pretending still to be asleep so you can enjoy it for just a minute longer…

hurt/comfort or amnesia- i’m just kind of over amnesia fics, they were a big thing in my wattpad days but i don’t tend to read them anymore

fantasy au or modern au- i’m in the carry on fandom, which is both, but i just love fantasy, i always have

mutual pining or domestic bliss- both are fantastic bur if my earlier answers are anything to go by, it’s gotta be mutual pining

smut or fluff- i can read smut, but i’ll probably never write it. it just makes me cringe, and i don’t know what i’m doing, i’m ace!

canon-compliant or fix-it- what is fic for, if not correcting canon’s mistakes?

reincarnation or character death- two characters being reincarnated over and over again until they get their happy ending is my SHIT

one-shot or multi-chapter- my ADHD can’t be doing with multiple chapters

kid fic or road trip fic- kid fics just aren’t my thing, while roadtrips have so much opportunity for chaos

arranged marriage or accidental marriage- i’ve written both, don’t make me choose!

high school romance or middle aged romance- now that i’m out of school, it just doesn’t interest me anymore

time travel or isolated together- see, most of these are two opposite ends of a spectrum, but these are barely related. so i object to having to choose one or the other. both have their own strengths, if used correctly.

neighbors or roommates- i’m in the carry on fandom for a reason

sci-fi au or magic au- i’m so bad at sci-fi but have always loved magic. though, magic in space, i could abide.

body swap or gender bend- not much preference here, i don’t read much of either but body swaps sound a bit more interesting. though saying that, i have literally written fem!snowbaz…

angst or crack- they’re both good!!

apocalyptic or mundane- life is stressful enough as it is, thanks

this was fun! i tag @nonbaznary @dreamingkc @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @bazzybelle @shemakesmeforget @confused-bi-queer @ileadacharmedlife @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @gekkoinapeartree @themandilorian and @basiltonbutliketheherb

#tag game

[purplesurveys]

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1. What were your summers like as a kid? Pretty...nonexistent? ‘Summer’ just meant vacations from school and we never did anything as a family then. I feel regretful about it sometimes, especially knowing that other kids went out of town or the country, but it becomes easier to understand once I remind myself that my parents were just working thrice as hard then so we could be comfortable today.

2. Do you enjoy thrilling rides like rollercoasters? I never enjoyed amusement parks and my stomach has never responded well to rides. When I find myself at a fair with friends, I’m always the first to volunteer to watch over their bags while they go on the rides.

3. Who was your childhood hero? My dad.

4. What is your favorite book? I haven’t found it yet and dunno if I ever will.

5. What do you find most attractive about your crush? Can celebrity crushes count? He’s very smart.

6. What’s your favorite outfit? I love these Korean-style trousers I recently got in chestnut and olive green. Manages to look stylish and still feel comfy at the same time.

7. Does seeing people in love make you happy? Sad? Annoyed? Of course I feel a general sense of happiness for anyone who’s found their person, but to be honest I’m not interested in hearing stories of how relationships came about. Once I find myself in the middle of such a conversation, I either automatically zone out or just internally cringe altogether.

8. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I wouldn’t really call them stuffed animals...but I have several plushies, yeah.

9. What CD did you play to death as a kid? Beyoncé’s Dangerously in Love and Madonna’s The Immaculate Collection.

10. Hike to a mountain top to watch the sunrise or drive out of town to stargaze? I love roadtrips and looking at the stars, so you can kinda tell which one I’m leaning towards. It would be very hard to convince me to hike, and much much more so in the morning. 11. What song has the most relatable song lyrics to you? I feel as though Namjoon’s Wild Flower does this best these days. 

12. Iced drinks or hot drinks? Iced, can’t stand hot drinks.

13. Bright colors or neutral tones? Neutral.

14. Breakfast for dinner or pizza for breakfast? Pizza for breakfast sounds yum and I’ve had it quite a few times, too. Having breakfast for dinner just sounds a little bit too underwhelming, considering I view dinner as the main/biggest meal of the day.

15. Do you have a green thumb or a black thumb? Idk what a black thumb is but I’ll go with that because one thing I’m sure about is that I cannot grow plants to save my life.

16. What’s your favorite feature of yours? My fingers, eyelashes, and dimple.

17. Would you rather be a lawyer or a doctor? Doctor. I had an extremely brief period fantasizing about becoming a lawyer, but that was quickly shot down when I realized how much I would realistically cry in law school. I feel like working towards becoming a doctor would have been the more feasible of the two since I 1) liked at least one branch of science (biology), and 2) didn’t usually have problems with memorization.

18. What type do you tend to go for physically? I’ve rarely felt attraction so I’m not even sure if I have a type. If I happen to have one, I haven’t figured it out yet.

19. Power of invisibility or flight? Flight. Free travel! I feel as though invisibility and snooping around may lead me to see or hear things I wouldn’t want to encounter.

20. Would you rather wake up with your makeup magically done or your hair? Hair.

21. What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into? My sister and I have gotten into some pretty pointless and immature 10-minute squabbles, as siblings do.

22. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen someone do in public? I had a classmate who used to drain out the ink from her pens and mix dried leaves and a bunch of other dirt that she could find outside in it.

23. What’s your dream date? A quiet museum trip where we both appreciate the exhibits and not feel pressured to talk throughout; and wrapping it up with dinner where the conversations can otherwise naturally flow.

24. Do you tend to gravitate more toward using logic or intuition to make decisions? Logic, I think.

25. Do you like parties? They can be fun, yes.

26. Did you enjoy high school? The last couple of years, yes. I struggled to adjust and make friends from freshman to sophomore year.

27. Who is the craziest person in your family and why? My mom can be obsessive and she is also the stubbornest person I know. She would never admit she is wrong and I’ve never heard her say sorry to her kids. I also know that she thinks less of her children because she is the parent - “I’m the mother, you’re just my child” is a familiar saying in the household.

28. What’s your favorite holiday tradition? Doing Monito Monita with a certain family from my mom’s side on Christmas Eve.

29. Can you describe your laugh? It rings a little bit but it’s never loud enough to stand out. I also tend to snicker.

30. Instagram or Twitter? Instagram is like this big meadow filled with flowers that you can run around freely on, lmao. As much as I can enjoy being on Twitter, it also feels like walking on a bed of nails.

31. What’s a show that everyone loves that you didn’t? Grey’s Anatomy. I guess it’s the fault of my own expectations, too – I thought it was going to be Breaking Bad-levels of serious (because duh? hospitals?) and was surprised when the scenes turned out to be so cheesy.

32. What song is stuck in your head? Dreamers by Jungkook is stuck in my head because I’m currently half-watching a video where the chorus is just repeatedly playing, lol. 33. Do you like exercising? Hate it. Sorry, future 40-year-old self.

34. Do you scare easily? Very much so. I can be so jumpy.

35. Who are your top 5 celebrity crushes? I have 7 and it’s kinda clear who they would be.

36. If you could learn one language fluently what would it be? Korean.

37. Would you fly to the moon if given the opportunity? I mean if it were for a genuine scientific purpose then yeah. I wouldn’t just accept a commercial flight to the moon or outer space.

38. What’s your favorite flower? Peonies.

39. What non-sexual touch affects you the most? Touching my hair is a rare form of intimacy I enjoy.

40. Do you enjoy cuddling? Not really.

41. Do you like valentine’s day? It’s fun to celebrate when you’re not single, I’ll say that much.

42. Do you enjoy driving and are you a good driver? I enjoy it in a sense that I have a complete hold over my time, and knowing how to drive just makes everything more convenient. Going out for dinner but I have 48347394 bags? Leave them all in the car. Mom telling me to go back home when I’m still in an intriguing convo with friends? I have the keys, lol. Idk if I’m a good driver but I definitely follow the rules, use my turn signals, and am probably the most generous driver alive haha.

43. What would you be most likely to become famous for? Writing.

44. Do you have a favorite quote? Not a quote exactly but a song lyric - “I hope you don't forget that giving up decisively also counts as courage.”

45. Are you a romantic? I definitely can be.

46. Do you have any tattoos or want to get one? Nope and kinda yup.

47. Biggest pet peeve? It doubles as a judgmental, not-so-understanding trait of mine, but the act of being overly picky about food.

48. Favorite personality trait about yourself? I would always put others’ needs first way before my own.

49. Sum up your type in three words. I don’t know.

50. Do you listen to Kpop and if so who is your bias and why? Yes. Namjoon from BTS...he’s just so smart ugh.

51. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake? Little over 24 hours, but haven’t done that since college.

52. Hot or cold weather? COLD. I’d rather be layered up than sweat through my clothes.

53. Bouquet of flowers or box of chocolates? Flowers.

54. Can you do any good impressions? Just Kermit the Frog and Mr. Bean, which are both relatively easy to imitate lol.

55. What’s the best prank you’ve been witness to? Honestly the prank where my parents handed me a brand new Macbook box only to reveal my then-current, broken-down laptop inside was a pretty good prank hahaha (yes, they did give me an actual new laptop minutes after).

56. Favorite dessert? Cheesecakes, macarons, or cupcakes with chocolate frosting!

57. Is there a vine or tik tok you quote often? “A child.”

58. What tumblr post always makes you laugh?

59. What country that you haven’t been to do you want to visit most? Morocco.

60. Can you cook and do you enjoy it? I can’t. I don’t know how to, at least.

61. What’s your guilty pleasure movie? TWILIGHT

62. What’s your comfort movie? Toy Story or Love Actually.

63. Is there a genre of music you don’t like? Country and 90s hiphop/R&B/rap.

64. What’s an album that you think has no skips on it? Indigo by Namjoon; MOTS:7 by BTS, After Laughter by Paramore.

65. What’s your favorite thing to watch on youtube? BTS stuff.

66. Would you make the first move to ask someone out? I have in the past.

67. Do you often dream or have nightmares that you remember when you wake up? Not always.

68. What are you craving right now? Sleep.

69. What turns you on? Idk man I’ve felt asexual for quite some time now.

70. What’s something you haven’t done that you think most people have? Get chickenpox.

71. What genre is your favorite playlist right now and what’s it called? I don’t have a favorite playlist but I have been loving K-pop for the last two years; I’m also fairly confident that that’s not changing any time soon.

72. Are you a sad or happy drunk? Chill or energetic drunk? I’m anything but sad. Like I can shift between happy, chill, or energetic, or be all of those things together depending on the general mood, the people, or what I simply feel like being,

73. What time of day do you like best? 9 PM onwards. I love making the most out of my evenings.

74. Do you tend to enjoy being babied or do you prefer to be the one taking care of someone else? Oh I definitely enjoy being both. There are things I wanna take initiative on, but there are other situations, like when I’m the youngest in a group, where I can enjoy the extra attention being given to me haha.

75. What top three cities do you want to travel to? Seoul, Barcelona, Chicago.

76. What’s your favorite feature about your best friend? She has beautiful big eyes.

77. Do you have any pets? What are their names? Cooper and Agi.

78. Back scratches or having your hair played with? I’d go with hair. I’m very ticklish so most back scratches would make me jump.

79. Do you like surprises? I mean yeah, as long as it doesn’t mean I’m the victim of a cruel prank.

80. What’s your favorite picture of yourself? I don’t think I’ve shot it yet. Maybe my college grad pic would be the closest to being my favorite? I like how I look in it and it also makes me proud, so it’s a win-win all around.

81. What books influenced you most as a child? I had a really fun time reading The Septimus Heap series by Angie Sage and I think it’s fair to say it really helped me shape and cement my love for writing.

82. Do you like kids? For the most part. But I hate when they are clearly the result of bad parenting from the get-go.

83. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? (or other accessory if you don’t wear any) The necklace that Reena gave me which has a purple heart charm. Also the only piece of jewelry I own, really.

84. Any wild stories passed around in your family? Sure. Filipino families are crazy and I’m sure every one of us has got a wild story or five.

85. Do you consider yourself an independent person? Yeah, for the most part.

86. What are you most comfortable sleeping in? Not too particular with this, just airy and thin stuff as it gets pretty warm here.

87. What was your childhood dream? I wanted to be a writer/author. It only came to a halt when I accepted how bad I was at writing stories and poems.

88. What’s your fictional OTP? Hm. I don’t go as hard for fictional OTPs as I used to in my teenage years lol but I wanna say Taejin? Like if I had to pick a BTS ship to go down with it would be them; idk I guess I just gained so much love and appreciation for their dynamic after learning about their 2017 fight.

89. What’s one thing you want to achieve this year? Try a new restaurant for every 2023 weekend, or at least most weekends of this year. I already did that today!

90. What has been your favorite book you’ve read in the last 5 years? I have not finished a single book in that timeframe.

91. What was the first movie to make you cry? Good question, because I have no idea. If I had to take a wild guess - Bridge to Terabithia.

92. What book world would you live in if given the opportunity? I don’t know enough literary universes to pick one.

93. What’s your craziest work related story? I wasn’t there when it happened but basically somebody got caught spending money using the company card, which is usually arranged to be connected to our personal Grab accounts for any work-related deliveries. Only she wasn’t just using the card for work, but also for her personal food deliveries, personal courier deliveries, taxi rides, grocery deliveries, etc. So basically embezzling.

94. What’s the best job you’ve had so far? I’ve had one so far and it’s pretty ok except for the times it makes me want to quit and die.

95. Worst tinder or date experience? I’ve never been on a casual, non-serious date.

96. What’s the first thing you think of when you wake up most mornings? What time is it and how much time I have left to stay in bed.

97. Are you more of a planner or a spontaneous adventurer? I make topline plans, but am also very much open to bouts of spontaneity here and there as long as they don’t lead to any inconvenience.

98. Do you think you see yourself the way other people see you? Probably not.

99. What’s the last show you binged? The Walking Dead. 100. What’s one of your fondest memories? Riding an airplane for the first time and being in shambles because I didn’t know my ears were going to be feeling all weird. I thought it was the end of the world, lmao.

[tototavros]

tagged by @kata4a for the 92 question chain mail spam

What was your: Last beverage: Water Last phone call: Probably a "hey, I'm on my way, shoot me location & eta" to @jadenameless-blog Last text message: Texting is just shitty Discord messaging, unless its Signal. Last song you listened to: Thought it was Kodachrome by Paul Simon, turns out it's Come Sail Away by Styx Last time you cried: Was having a weird emotional time a couple days ago about ethics but I think it was because I jumped straight on 50mg cyrpo, 8mg estradiol sublingualed when I decided to rehormonize

Have you ever: Dated someone twice: Sort of? There was a thing where we were bad together when we literally shared a room, so we kind of split up, but Kissed someone and regretted it: Absolutely, don't date a wannabe cult leader when you first try dating. Especially not if she tries to pressure you into taking ten inches in your ass. Lost someone special: Not in a "they died" way yet (thank god) but to distance? Absolutely, who doesn't. Been depressed: Most of the time Been drunk and threw up: Definitely wanted to when I made the mistake of mixing fireball and dr. pepper at 1:2, but I mostly writhed around the floor and talked about the rivalries between Caesar, Cicero, Clodius, and Catullus. Think the actual last time was at a solstice, but that was due to egregious violation of "liquor before beer, you're in the clear"

List 3 favorite colors: a golden sheen like a radiant yellow suffused with red-brown like honey, maroon, viking purple

Last year, have you: Made a new friend: many Fallen out of love: oh, god yes. Laughed until you cried: probably. Found out who your true friends are: in a sense. i think i've got a better tuned compass now. Found out someone was talking about you: almost always in a good way. weird to think that people think about me, but it's cool.   Anyone on your fb friends list? mb idc

General: How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life?: probably ~100-200 but that's not most of the friends list. I used to add whoever was ratadj, but less so these days.

Firsts: First surgery: Does stitches count as surgery? I don't think I've ever had proper surgery, not even for a cavity, but I've had to get stitched up a couple times, and probably should have gotten stitched a couple other times. First piercing: Never had one First best friend: Indeed, and I'll leave it at that. First sport you joined: I think soccer, but baseball and flag football are strong contenders. Assuming you don't count non-competitive swim lessons. First vacation: My family took way too many roadtrips & traveled a lot when I was wee. First vacation I really remember was driving out to Boulder Colorado and after getting through cornfields turning into dust fields, it was so breathtakingly pretty. I still have the flat irons in my head and remember climbing up and down Mount Sanitas. it had a lot more steps than my mother was planning on and it fucked up her feet halfway through the hike, to the point where "Sanitas" was used as a curseword under everyone's breath. First pair of trainers: No idea

Right now: Eating: Soylent Drinking: Water & gatorade mix I’m about to: piss

Your future: Want kids: not kids of my own, but it'd be maybe nice to live near nieces & nephews Get married: maybe for tax reasons Career: hoping i can make it as a programmer

Which is better: Lips or eyes: eyes make me think immediately of "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" and there's just so much more going on with lips. Easy question. Hugs or kisses: Hugs I don't have to think about as much for a new person which is good. I do have a tendency to bear hug maybe more than I should, though. Shorter or taller: doesn't really matter but it's nice being taller, so shorter Older or younger: i usually don't have a choice lol, not many people younger than me in surrounding communities Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneity is great if they can follow it up with communicating well & somewhat robustly planning things. Nice stomach or nice arms: arms ig? idk stomachs can be good. Sensitive or loud: loudness is nice, because i'm kind of loud, but lacking sensitivity is a deal-breaker Hook-up or relationship: i used to be more of a relationship type, but that crashed and burned enough times that I need to take a step back for a bit Trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant. if i don't know the area well, i'm a bit of a scaredycat wrt  'breaking rules'

Have you ever: Kissed a stranger: probably? Drank hard liquor: yes Lost glasses/contacts: so many times. i think i might still have a pair of glasses in wisconsin Sex on first date: frequently

Broke someone’s heart: maybe probably? Arrested: yes, in a technical sense (was smoking weed dumbly & i got fined, but still had to go out to the police car) Turned someone down: ye Cried when someone died: once. it was an uncle i didn't know well and i was reading the iliad at the time Fallen for a friend: plenty of times

Do you believe in: Yourself: sorta? i mean, not really except i keep getting through shit so ??? Miracles: 'fortuitous circumstances' but not the supernatural version. also, make your own luck. Love at first sight: ehh, not really. Heaven: no. Santa Claus: no.   Kiss on the first date: why not? Angels: no. but angelology is cool.

tagging @vriskakinnieaynrand , @pretends-to-be-a-catgirl-online , @jadenameless-blog , @quandaryitem , @centrally-unplanned , @crustacean-on-main and @rustingbridges to do it if they feel like it 

[darthmaulification]

orion’s masterlist

A/N: here’s everyone i write for (for now), including all of the stuff i have written for them!

edit 2/25/22: recently, i changed my user (formerly venus-after-sunset) and thus every link on this forsaken post went kapoot. i just finished going through and fixing them all, but if i missed any, please don’t hesitate to lmk! kiitos! 😊💕

edit 3/22/22: okay, so i’m gonna start marking whatever new thing/s i add with each update with a ⭐ because i realized every time i update this masterlist it’s probably a nightmare for y’all to actually find whatever the new thing is. 💀 whoops

updated as of: july 7th, 2022

💥 = angst

💕= fluff

💔 = hurt/comfort

🔥 = smut/nsfw

Boba Fett

nsfw alphabet 🔥

boba makes you cry :’( headcanons 💥💔💕

boba fett with short s/o headcanons 

boba adopting a child headcanons + mini drabble 💕 (smidge of 💥)

boba’s s/o wants a baby 💥💔💕

boba is reader’s first 😩💦 🔥 (tad of 💔)

i will wait (for you) 💥💔

Darth Maul

sfw alphabet 💕

nsfw alphabet 🔥

playful maul headcanons 💕 (hint of 🔥)

maul accidently hurts reader during sex :( 🔥💕💔💥

maul’s s/o sings to him at night 💕

maul purring headcanons 💕

reader tries to dom maul (it doesn’t work) 🔥

reader, maul, and savage play chase and eat a… special type of flower 🔥(hint of 💕)

angst prompt: “you promised to wait for me. but you left me behind. again.” 💥

angst prompt: “i think we’d be better off alone.” 💥

angst prompt: “please don’t let me lose you.” 💥

dirtiest smut i’ve written (maul x pregnant!reader) 🔥💕

just the longest thing i’ve ever written with maul and reader being force bonded 💔💕💥 (hint of 🔥)

maul with pregnant!reader mini-headcanons 💕

maul finding out that reader’s baby is obi-wan’s 💥💕

what if reader already has a baby or is preggo when maul meets them? 💕

what if reader is infertile, or doesn’t want children headcanons 💥💔💕

“you wanna make a baby?” maul breeding kink headcanons 🔥💕

very cute and soft and tender maul with pregnant s/o 💕

maul marks reader 😳 🔥

maul, reader, and doubt (short snippet) 💥💔

reader is dead, maul can’t reconcile 💥 (the slightest smidge of 💕)

sugar daddy maul 🥵 🔥

reader with sith eyes oops VERY 💥

more sugar daddy maul 🔥

maul and reader pine, reader’s ex shows up, then maul and reader fuck 💥

maul and alien senses 💕⭐

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

being din’s s/o and not knowing you’re the local heart throb ft. cara dune being a smug bastard 💕 (hint of 🔥)

din w/ force-sensitive s/o 💔💕 (hint of 💥)

din and luke crush on reader 💕💥

nsfw alphabet 🔥

angst prompt: “who have you become? i don’t know you anymore.” | you’re somebody else 💥

holding hands with din 💔

din and mommy dommy reader 🔥 

accidental marriage acquisition 

“i fear you close by, i love you far away” aka accidental marriage acquisition ask p2! 

Jango Fett

nsfw alphabet 🔥

a softer world prompt #41: “i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (that’s the way it crumbles. cookie-wise).” 

Paz Vizsla

nsfw alphabet 🔥

the good god is you, all good, all the time, is you 💕🔥

a softer world prompt #50: “i will always love you, or anyways i will always have loved you now. (and you will be always someone who was beautiful, once).” 

Savage Opress

reader, maul, and savage play chase and eat a… special type of flower 🔥(hint of 💕)

nsfw alphabet 🔥

savage x pregnant!reader mini-headcanons 💕💥

savage and you want a baby 💕 (smidge of 💥)

savage w touch-averse reader 💕(smidge of 💥)

mini fluff headcanons 

OC/Miscellaneous

shaak ti/luminara unduli headcanons

luke skywalker crushes on reader 💥💕

honey and milk | shaak ti x reader 🔥💕

a hundred million sins | oc fanfic 💥

sleep headcanons w assorted characters

sea brine, lizard-gulls, and the things that lurk | kit fisto x jedi!reader 💔💥

modern au hellscape roadtrip w opress brothers 

retaining balance | bobadin 

Orion’s 2021 Unconventional Horror Fics

i wrote these throughout the month of october 2021, and they are meant to be character studies that have dark/spooky ideas with more sensitive, raw themes as the focus. these lean more to the mature (and often upsetting) side of things, so please take caution when reading them. 🙏💗

motherless child, you will go from this place | darth maul

empty house full of faces | boba fett 

belief in alchemy | the armorer

Art

din “you are the sun | how you will heal and you’ll rise above”

shaak ti portrait

crimson dark lord | if the devil was to ever see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent

anakin skywalker “all these phantom voices | the dead will make room for me”

savage opress “some day, i wanna wear a starry crown 👑”

captain rex “i am thinking of everybody i love all the time. i borrow your eyes and i envy their kindness”

maul “i am not a thing that dies and becomes scattered | i am death and i am the scattering”

din “the may king | “(i do not know what it is about you that closes / and opens; only something in me understands / the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)”

din “yonder stands your orphan with his gun | crying like a fire in the sun”

maul “👹 鬼 モール 👹 “

ahsoka tano portrait “sun-beloved daughter | you are the tiger lily of my heart”

“blue boy, worried ‘bout the world’s eyes” | din djarin

two pretty best friends | boba & fennec

oola “you are free | a bed for you in eden”

shaak ti & luminara unduli “until death do us part | we will meet again”

lyn me “girls just wanna have fun | dance til you’re dead”

rystáll sant “i’m your carnal flower, i’m your bloody rose”

anakin skywalker “the failed sun | you were the chosen one” (greek mythology au)

two men hugging bc they might be gay | boba & din

content warning: crosshair 🤢🤢

adi gallia “you saw it coming, didn’t you?”

darth talon “i been sinnin’ lately, but i’m still god fearin’”

savage opress “wouldst thou like to live deliciously?🥀🥀”

maul “take a seat with me? 🌹🌹”

darth maul portrait in colored pencils 

darth maul portrait in oil pastels 

wolffe portrait in charcoal 

rex portrait in oil pastel 

boba fett “the dreams are back” 

dogma “we are not droids, we are not programmed” 

anakin “skywalker stardust” 

darth maul as “saturn devouring his son” 

maul “you should see me in a crown” 

#masterlist #star wars #darth maul #darth maul x reader #boba fett #boba fett x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #jango fett #jango fett x reader #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #savage opress #savage opress x reader #shaak ti x reader #shaak ti #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker #ahsoka tano #the armorer #the mandalorian #fennec shand #oola #twi'lek #luminara unduli #lyn me #rystáll sant #crosshair #the bad batch

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (March 1/2021) - Breaking Point

Sam has been unable to find a cause for the security breach, leaving Tommy trapped. A heated argument in the cell escalates to a horrifying end.

As the rest of server mourns, the Eggpire celebrates. With their biggest obstacle in the way of their objective gone, it’s time for the next step.

It’s the start of the Final Stage.

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VOD LINKS:

HBomb94

Ponk

Tommy

Tubbo

Ranboo

Jack Manifold

Connor

Badboyhalo

Captain Puffy

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- HBomb hosts Foolish and Jack Manifold’s episode of L’Cast!

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The Prison Stream

(This portion of the recap will be more detailed than normal since it’s one long conversation and there are many important lines here, including a couple that were hard to hear during the stream)

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- Tommy’s stream starts with him making sounds and singing “Roadtrip.” Dream tells him to stop, he’s trying to write a book.

Tommy: “What are you writing, Dream? What are you writing?”

Dream: “None of your business.”

- There’s a little gray and white cat sat on the chest. Tommy says it’s annoying.

Dream: “No he’s not...he’s actually the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Tommy: (Trying to lead the cat away) “Come with me, come with me...you know what I named him, don’t you? Pussboy, Pussboy!”

- The cat returns to its spot on the chest

Tommy: “Oh, Pussboy, you are so ugly.”

Dream: “C’mon, you’re being mean!”

(Tommy punches the cat)

Dream: “Tommy! Stop!”

- Tommy starts singing “Roadtrip” in autotune. Dream tells Tommy that if he can be quiet, he’ll give Tommy more potatoes.

Dream: “I think that...the cat is the best thing that’s happened to us.”

- Sam joins the call to say hello and ask how it’s been going. He’s come to drop more food into the cell. Tommy also picks up a new clock.

- Tommy asks to be let out, but Sam says he still hasn’t found out what the security issue is. Dream asks how long Tommy will be in here for. Potentially for a while, but not forever.

- Tommy protests about how bad the prison has been. He threatens to get lawyers on Sam, he knows Big Law.

Tommy: "Sam...you know I don’t deal very well in...close quarters situations for a long time, Sam. Sam, you remember when you visited me in exile, Sam? Alright, this is worse than that, Sam...let me out. I don’t like this. Let. Me. Out. Sam.”

- Sam insists he’s doing the best he can and leaves.

- Dream tries to say that it’s not that bad. He’s been in there for a long time, but now it’s better! Tommy writes a book to Dream, signs it and throws it to him.

Dream: “I have company. I have a cat -- I mean, technically it’s not my cat, technically it’s your cat, but still! It’s just as good, keeps me company when I write and everything, we talk sometimes -- ‘cause you’re annoying a lot of the time--”

- Dream throws away the clock in the lava, saying they don’t need it. Tommy punches the cat again.

Dream: “Tommy, hear me out, hear me out...what if...we get out together, okay?”

- Tommy is not a fan of the idea, Dream shouldn’t be let out too. He goes over to the cat and shouts at it for being in his spot. He punches Pussboy twice.

Dream: “Tommy...TOMMY, STOP!”

Tommy: “Excuse me! Come this way, come this way, excuse me Dream I’m trying to right-click Pussboy--”

(Dream moves to get in front of the cat)

Dream: “Tommy.”

Tommy: “Come here, come here! Do you like this cat, Dream?”

Dream: “Yes, I do.”

Tommy: “Why?”

Dream: “Because he -- Tommy, he keeps me company --”

(Tommy punches Pussboy again and leads him towards the lava)

Tommy: “Pussboy, this way. Pussboy, this way. Let me show you the light--”

Dream: “He’s probably low, he’s probably low!”

Tommy: “Oh what, you love him? Do you love him? Do you love him?”

Dream: “Yes, I do...Tommy, he’s made things better in here -- okay listen! When you leave, can you sit him down and leave him here?”

(Tommy goes over and punches Pussboy again. He tries to lead Pussboy away again, but when the cat doesn’t come he punches Pussboy twice more, killing him)

Tommy: “Yeah. And that’s what happens when you love something, bitch.”

...

Tommy: “See, now when I leave, when I leave, you’ll have nothing! ‘Cause you are lonely, and you’re m-m-manipulative, you’re a fuckin’ twat, and I mean that.”

Dream: “Tommy...I’m gonna get out! And you just motivated me -- you motivated me all the time, you just -- that was hope, right? The cat was hope -- the cat was hope that I could live a nice life in here--”

Tommy: “And now it’s dead, now it’s dead.”

- Dream insists that he’ll get out, and when he does, he’ll get his revenge on everyone who wronged him. Tommy asks if he’d kill Tubbo. 

- The subject goes back to Dream’s plan of escape.

Dream: “I have a plan. And the thing is, Awesamdude’s never gonna believe you that I have a plan because he thinks it’s unbreakable, unescapable--”

“I have a plan. And you know, there’s a certain someone who owes me a favor, but -- that might be a part of it, but...I do have a plan.”

- They argue about the conditions of the prison again. 

Dream: “I’ve been in here a for hundred times longer than you, and you sit there trying to tell me that it’s so horrible, that it’s so bad -- yeah, it was! But guess what, we have each other to talk to, and we had a cat until you fucking killed it!”

Tommy: “Dream...Dream, and listen to this -- fucking engrave this on you, write this into your arms, Dream...You don’t have me. You’ll never have me. We don’t have each other, alright? I am me, and you are this fuckin’ loser who goes around manipulating people, lying to get what he wants. You are a fuckin’ no one, man, alright? And when I’m going to leave here, you’re not! You might have a favor -- you think, who is it, Technoblade’s gonna be able to come in here to let you out -- Technoblade, he doesn’t like governments, but he likes self gain! You think he wants to piss off the owner of the most POWERFUL building on the entire server, just so that he can get a video that BARELY scrapes the five million view mark -- NO, Dream, alright? You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you’re deluded, you’re delusional, and I fuckin’ hate you.”

Dream: “Okay...yeah, but I have something Techno would want, so...it means knowledge, alright?”

- Dream says that even when he’s in here, he’s more powerful than Tommy outside. Tommy replies that if he wanted to, he could kill Dream right now. The only reason he doesn’t is because they need the revive book.

- Dream says that he will never use the revive book to help Tommy or his friends. Ever.

Dream: “So kill me. Go ahead, come on.”

- When if Tubbo dies, Dream says, they’ll come begging for Tubbo to be revived, and Dream will ask to be let out.

- Tommy then says that this isn’t worse than exile, because in exile, Tommy thought Dream had all the power, and Tommy knows something...he thinks the revive book isn’t real. Jschlatt was just a drunk, why would he have this book?

Dream: “Jschlatt gave me the book -- why else would I switch to Jschlatt’s side?!”

...

“I’m not lying! Jschlatt gave me a revive book after...before he died....because...he said--” (he cuts off here)

- Dream asks why he would be lying about that.

Tommy: “You’re a liar! You’re a liar, and really, through your Netherite armor and skin, I look at you and you know what I see? I see a sad little man who’s insecure about the fact that this server has gotten so far ahead of him that his only little glimpse of power in this world is gone. And I see an insecure, sad little man. So fuck off. You stupid green lad.”

Dream: “Your life...is literally in my hands. Does that piss you off? Does that make you mad? Does that make you so mad that I -- if you kill me -- I MIGHT AS WELL BE A GOD, TOMMY! YOU CAN’T KILL ME, AND I CAN KILL YOU! So what does it mean, that you can’t kill me because of the revive book -- what does that mean? If you can’t kill me, does that make me some kind of god?”

Tommy: “No Dream. I could kill you right now. If I wanted to.”

Dream: “Okay. But you won’t. But you won’t! I could kill you if I wanted to! I could kill you right now, actually.”

...

Tommy: “I don’t think this revive book is real. Schlatt? He’s fuckin’ dead. I’ve seen his grave! His grave is real, his corpse is there!”

Dream: “Okay...Why don’t you go see him then?”

Tommy: “NO -- stop it stop it stop it st--”

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CANON DEATH: TOMMY

Cause: Punched to death

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End of stream.

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- Tubbo, Ranboo and Jack see Tommy’s death message in game chat.

- They go to the prison and Sam is there to tell them what happened. Sam couldn’t get there in time. He didn’t think Dream would actually kill him. They’re all in shock. 

- Tubbo and Ranboo think Tommy will be back. There’s no way he’s actually dead, right? 

- Jack Manifold is in celebration. He got what he wanted! He thought Dream would want Tommy alive, and killing Tommy himself would be an extra jab in the chest for Dream, but apparently not? And now he has a hotel!

- He decides to check on Tubbo and makes sure he’s okay. 

- Jack walks down to the shore and looks up at the prison, and...it hits him. He’s spent months plotting to kill Tommy. Jack realizes his victory feels hollow. Even now, Tommy and Dream have managed to take away this from him. 

- Of Ze Haus, he says that this place no longer means anything to him. He gets a flint and steel and sets it alight, watching it burn.

- He passes by Tommy’s house and finds Ranboo planting red and white flowers outside.

- Jack switches into his L’manburg uniform and walks along the Prime Path.

Jack: “I remember the day I joined the server. The day after the first war. L’manburg was still a big hole, and we built it up. And Tommy invited me to join. And I betrayed him (laughs), so really this has all come full circle.”

“Maybe I was always really just upset because I always felt like he cared more about the discs than...anyone. And I guess I just enjoyed it when we were friends...and...I’ve not really had any friends...since...then, really. Never really wanted any.”

- Jack later speaks with Foolish and tells him that Tommy’s never coming back from prison. Foolish didn’t know him too well, but he’s still a bit sad. When anyone passes, it’s sad.

- Jack heads back out into the wilderness, wandering to the beach area at the edge of the forest where Quackity had his argument with Badboyhalo a while back. There’s something just beyond the hill.

- Quackity meets him there and escorts him back home, telling him he was heading too close to something, could have gotten “a nice view of it.”

- He’s been thinking of writing up a draft of their contract. He also sees the new McPuffy’s.

- Jack tells Quackity that Tommy’s not in the prison anymore. Quackity says they need to talk to him and make sure Jack keeps his hotel. As the rain pours, Jack tells him. Tommy didn’t make it.

- Quackity and Jack have a moment in front of Tommy’s house. Though upset, Quackity says it’s time to get back to work.

Quackity: “Jack...don’t let this affect business. The train doesn’t stop.”

Jack: “No, it only goes faster.”

- Jack also speaks with Antfrost. Antfrost gives his condolences, and says he’ll put together a celebration “of life.”

Ant: “Bad and Sam will be happy...to attend, of course!”

- Afterwards, Jack heads down into Karls nightclub and ends stream there.

- Connor speaks with Sam Nook at the hotel.

- Bad meets Ant at the Holy Land. Ant asks if the church would be a good place for a celebration. Ant sits Bad down to tell him. Bad is overjoyed. 

- Bad says that now, they don’t even have to do any preparations: 

They can move into the Final Stage.

- They get milk for the cake and decide to throw the party at Tommy’s house!

- They meet with Sam at the prison entrance. He sounds dejected.

Sam: “I didn’t think Dream would ever actually...try and kill him”

Bad: (laughs) “Is this the same Dream we’re talking about? It’s Dream, Sam.”

Sam: “I mean...Dream had...I thought I had...broken the will out of him, to do something like that. But he...he did.”

- He says they need to find out what it was -- he wandered around the prison several times and couldn’t find any sign that someone had done something.

- Ant and Bad try to reassure Sam that Tommy signed the waivers, he went to see Dream, and Sam shouldn’t blame himself. Sam doesn’t see it that way.

- They say they’ll talk to Sam later and leave the prison. They see Sam Nook at the hotel. Sam is excited about the new upgrades for the hotel! Tommy will be so excited to see them!

- They return to Tommy’s house and speak with Punz as they make a party floor and sing the Crab Rave song in dudududus.

- Meanwhile, Captain Puffy is grieving, feeling like she failed Tommy. As she logs on, Bad and Ant decide that Puffy might want to join them for the party! 

- Punz meets them there, and they tell him that Tommy’s dead. Punz isn’t sure how he feels, it’s bittersweet.

- Puffy arrives and angrily tells them to leave. What’s wrong with them?!

- The Eggpire sees Sam Nook at the hotel and goes up the floors to find a place to party. Puffy comes up and tells them to find another place to party. They argue again.

- Foolish arrives to visit his room in the hotel. Puffy leaves them. They quarrel about who has the room for the night.

- Puffy mines down the Eggpire’s meeting room. She’s noticed that being a hero hasn’t worked. Sparing people, being merciful, it hasn’t worked. She might need a change of perspective. 

- The Eggpire decides to visit the Egg and break the news to it. They see the wreckage, but Puffy is in the Nether by the time they get there.

- Puffy visits Logsted.

- The Eggpire goes down to the Egg Room and finds the pathway blocked up with obsidian...is this why the Vines have been slower to grow lately?

- They break the barrier and find the Egg drenched in water. They wake up the Egg and it speaks.

“This world is mine. It belongs to me.”

“No no no, I know, but we’ve got something to tell you!”

“I see all...I...am...all...”

“Oh so you--”

“I know all.”

“You know then! Guess -- well, we’ll tell you anyway in case you don’t know -- but guess what? Tommy’s dead! Dream -- the green guy, you met him -- killed him in the prison! I guess Tommy got stuck there, and Dream killed him! Are you happy?"

“Feed me...I require nourishment.”

“No no no, don’t worry -- that’s coming soon! We’ll take care of that! We’re already gonna begin the preparations, right guys? Yeah, we’re gonna begin the preparations, and we’ll send out the invitations, we’ll let everyone know...and the final stage can commence! This is wonderful!”

- Once on the surface, Bad announces that with a little more preparation, they’ll all get exactly what they want. The final stage is about to commence. 

The day of celebrations, the day they’ve been preparing for, the day the Egg has been preparing for, is about to happen...

- Bad goes down to the Egg Room one last time and stands at the Egg to give a final speech.

“Everything leading up to this point, EVERYTHING, all the way going back to the discovery of this...beautiful, luxurious Egg, okay...we had it all planned. As soon as we found it, we knew what was gonna happen. We knew the objective...”

“We may have forgotten what it was, forgotten the ultimate goal as soon as we boxed the Egg up in obsidian. But guess what -- that didn’t stop the Egg! Boxing it up only made it STRONGER, and LARGER, and more powerful! And the Egg’s been storing up that energy, okay? You may have been thinking the Vines have not been spreading...but that’s because we haven’t WANTED them to spread. We have been working, storing energy, storing power...in preparation for the final plan. The final objective. And there were only a couple people getting in the way. But guess what? One of the biggest obstacles -- Tommy -- is no longer in the way...now that he’s not in the way, we can commence with the final stage...the final party...before it all comes to a conclusion...”

“Brace yourselves...everybody on this server, prepare. Anyone who is anti-Egg...you guys better get ready, because we know who you are. And at the end of the day, the Egg is gonna be victorious. And there’s nothing ANYBODY can do to stop it.”

“Good luck.”

#dream smp #long posts #dream smp recaps #prison arc #i apologize for not including a lot of puffy's stream :( #it's really late and this post's a mile long as is #if you see any typos no you don't /lh

[taizi]

(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

x

They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #chocobros #polyship roadtrip #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum #my writing #prompt #owletstarlet #ffxv fic #irrelevant but i listened to willow by twsift on repeat while writing this so thats like. the vibe

[palimpsessed]

I have a question for you because you are SO GOOD at analyzing awtwb. Can you explain the “is this what people do?” Thinking that Simon is going through? Most of the things he goes through I see reflected in myself or people I know, but I haven’t seen that before. I would love to know all your thoughts on that?

Hi, Anon! Thanks for sending this ask and for your kind words about my analysis. ❤️

I would love to talk about "is this what people do"!

I'm going to give you my take, and then I'm going to include some thoughts from a friend who isn't on tumblr. Let’s dive in!

Simon asks "is this what people do" because he truly doesn't know what people do. He knows how to be a Chosen One, but he doesn't know how to be a person. He's spent the bulk of his life up until this point as a weapon. He understands how to fight, how to protect those around him, how to sacrifice himself, but he doesn't really understand living for the sake of living. In my answer to another ask, I talked about how Simon doesn't know how to be at peace. I think that's applicable here, too.

Part of what Simon struggles with so much in the time between the end of CO and the beginning of WS is how to live without having a defined purpose, a "mission". He's lost a lot of things that he allowed to define his sense of self, and now he has to sort out who he is without all of that. We see him start to make progress with living for the sake of living in WS: going on a roadtrip to a place he's always wanted to see; being silly and flirting at the Renaissance Faire and walking around with his wings out; flying over Utah, getting to feel the wind in his face and under his wings. But most of the time, he's still struggling with being at peace—living without a mission. Living for himself.

The WS epilogue tells us: "This is what happens if you try to hang on after the end…the pages go blank...Simon Snow's [story] is over." There's no established arc for a hero post-final battle—there's no set narrative or expectations for this point in Simon's life and he's struggling in the uncertainty of it all. He's also struggling with the lingering trauma from years of neglect, exploitation, and violence.

There's a reason the gang literally goes off the map in WS—there is no guide for this part of their journey, and, at least for Simon, doing the "normal" expected thing at this time (getting a flat, going to university, making new friends) isn't working for him. He doesn't have any idea what to do with his life now—this part was never planned out for him. As a child in care and then a boy soldier, Simon never had agency over himself. He was responsible for the fate of the World of Mages and saving all of magic, but he wasn't ever allowed to be responsible for himself. I don't mean that Simon doesn't know how to take care of himself—I'd argue he's the most self-sufficient and practically-minded of the gang because of all the time he was left to fend for himself. But Simon is going out into the world as an adult and there isn't someone else to tell him what to do anymore. (This is something we all face at some point growing up, but it's definitely more extreme in his case!) Don't get me wrong. Being in control of his own life is a really good thing for Simon, but it also leaves him without any idea of how to navigate through life. Someone else has always been there to give him orders or to give him a plan, but we see all of the plans in WS fall apart.

In AWTWB, Simon tries move forward with a new plan—one he thinks is best for everyone—fracturing his relationships with the two most important people in his life while also attempting to make a clean break from magic. It's the wrong thing to do, even if it's something that needs to happen. From the end of CO to the start of AWTWB, Simon chooses to do nothing, because he's afraid. Then he does the wrong thing, also out of fear.

Instead of fighting, which is what he's always done before, Simon allows fear to keep him from acting, allows fear to drive him away from what's important. Simon didn't fear dying as a child in the course of his heroic deeds, but he does fear a future spent with the people he loves (it's "frightening"). He fears it because it’s “uncertain” and he doesn't think he can hold onto it (“I never believed I’d get to keep you”). He doesn't think he has a right to try.

"Is this what people do" is Simon trying. It's him trying with Baz, specifically. Simon is scared because he and Baz are in unknown territory, and he cares so much about making things work between them. He knows how much there is to lose. He just doesn’t know what he needs to do to hold on to Baz. He doesn’t really have any idea what a healthy relationship looks like. I know I’ve seen discussions about how Simon never had proper relationship modeling. (@mostlymaudlin has addressed this and other aspects of Simon’s previous relationship experience with Agatha in this post that is highly relevant and I also just recommend it.) Yes, Simon has prior experience with Agatha, but he didn’t know what he was doing in that relationship either and he tells Baz that his experience with her doesn’t come anywhere close to his feelings for Baz. With Agatha, Simon saw a nebulous “happy ending” without knowing what that happy ending was going to look like, nor how he was going to get there. He has no idea of the reality of a healthy relationship or how to do the hard work to maintain it. This is what both Simon and Baz are learning in AWTWB.

When the refrain comes up, it's always in response to a milestone that Simon and Baz have crossed in their relationship, from (practically) moving in together to being intimate.

Simon is mentally taking a step back and looking at his relationship with Baz. He's looking at the things they're doing, as a couple. Things they've not managed to do before, or things they have done that he hasn't given himself the space to process—something he admits he never did with Agatha. Simon asking the question "is this what people do" encapsulates so much: Is this what life and love looks like for other people? For us? Is this what I'm supposed to be doing? What we're supposed to be doing? How do I feel about what’s happening now? What do I want to happen? Is this how two people love each other?

The ways in which the refrain shifts over the course of the book show us how Simon's thinking shifts as his relationship with Baz progresses. And at the end, the refrain has changed from a question into a statement. Seeing the first and last occurrences next to each other tells so much of the story of Simon's growth.

Chapter 38:

Is this what people do when they're in love? Do they just keep touching and talking? And then what? Like what is it all leading to? I don't mean sex, I mean…

If I knew what I meant, it wouldn't be so frightening.

I'm living second by second.

Chapter 82:

This is what people do.

They get close and try to stay there.

They stay.

They keep trying to hold on to each other...this is what they do. They keep trying.

…This is what people do. This is what we'll do. Baz and me.

…"Stay with me."

"I will."

This shift in confidence is subtle, but it is such a big deal! Simon has gone from not being able to think about the future at all to promising Baz that he will stay with him and keep trying in their relationship. He's answered the question for himself!!! He’s figured out how to try for Baz. The thing is, in the end, it really doesn’t matter what “people” do. It matters what Simon and Baz do, because they’re the ones who are doing this together, for each other. They have plenty of time to figure out how “what people do” is going to look for them.

Now I want to add some thoughts shared by RooBadley in the conversations we've had about "is this what people do". I always appreciate getting Roo's take on things, and I completely agree with them on this. (Do yourself a favor and check out Roo's AO3 if you haven't already.)

"the subtlety of [is this what people do is] a reflection of [Simon’s] queerness/a touchstone universal queer youth experience (is this what it's supposed to be like? I dunno, I've never seen A Person Like Me get to have a happy/healthy/normal relationship). Is this what (queer) people do? Am I doing it right?"

and...

"I've ruminated more on that statement as reference to the queer experience and I feel like there's more evidence to support that reading. we know he's had sex with Agatha (and he's woke/attentive enough to know about peeing to prevent UTI's, so clearly he knows what straight, penetrative sex is) and there's that lovely line at the start about Dr Wellbelove giving him the birds & bees talk, but leaving some things out (I love that bit) And he's so confident when he's talking with Baz about having had sex with Agatha, like, he knows what they did. It's just with Baz that he's suddenly in self-doubt "is this..." Land"

Reading this take from Roo about a universal queer youth experience definitely hit home for me. I think Rainbow did a superb job of speaking to multiple experiences with Simon’s journey and in treating that journey with so much care. I think it’s amazing that we get to see this part of the story, this aftermath and healing, because it really isn’t part of the established story arc we’re used to and it really should be. Like you said in your ask, Anon, we’ve all had lived experiences that help us see ourselves in these characters, and to watch them struggle and persevere and succeed is incredibly important.

If anyone has anything they’d like to add on, or another question to ask, as always, please feel free to do so! I will never get enough of talking about this book! ❤️

#asks #awtwb spoilers #is this what people do

[theasstour]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕.𝟕𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

Tuesday, 13 December 2017

Tooley Street was always busy, whether there were a horde of people walking to and from the riverside and underground, or cars driving by at a ridiculous speed. London Bridge station on the other side of the road to where Y/N and the gang sat at Caffé Nero, looked like a small insect in comparison to The Shard that reached like a pillar above the partly cloudy winter sky. The blue painted brick building beside it, The Shipwright Arms pub, was a lively addition to an otherwise very bleak street.

The winter wind by the riverside was horrendous, but Y/N had offered to come with Annalise on her cigarette break, so she had only herself to blame for exposing herself to more of the biting cold than completely necessary. From where the two were sitting, they could just make out Tower Bridge behind them, bare trees rising up along the streets that indicated summer was long gone and winter had arrived.

Y/N had spent a lot of time just sitting outside the last few days. Whether it was on a bench by Regent’s Canal, in the grass at Shoreditch Park, or at a table outside a café with a coffee in hand. She had just been sitting there, staring out at nothing. Thinking. All she had been doing since finding that watch was think.

She had tried to find some kind of logical explanation as to why that watch had the coordinates for her family’s Newport cabin, but there was none. What kind of connection did George have to Newport? To that cabin? Had he just fucked her and left it there because he knew who Y/N’s sister was? And where was George now? She had not seen him since that night in October, was he still around? Or had Y/N just missed him when he had been, and this had all just been a huge coincidence. But Y/N somehow knew, deep down, that this was far from a coincidence and she should not treat it as one.

“You have to come to Monnickendam,” Annalise said, blowing out a puff of white smoke.

Y/N looked away from a man across the street who was arguing passionately with someone on his phone. Shoving the thoughts of the watch that was laid on her desk in her room, out of her head. She had not told anyone about it, this was not something she wanted everyone to know about because she had no idea what it meant. The only person that knew was Harry, and she would like to keep it that way.

“I’ve never been to the Netherlands,” Y/N said.

“Even more of a reason to come.”

Y/N smiled. “Buzzing. I haven’t travelled much in Europe, mostly been to Brazil with my family.”

“When you come to Monnickendam, we have to take the train to, like, Germany or France. Andorra is also so beautiful, I think you’re gonna love it.”

“Make a roadtrip out of it.”

“Exactly.”

Y/N’s smile grew. “Had you been to London before you came here for school?”

Annalise brought the cigarette up to her mouth. “Loads of times.”

“Really?”

“Yes, we went here around Easter in 2012 the first time, and I fell in love. Went here four more times, then to an Open Day last year.”

Y/N nodded. “Was Helmond your first choice then? Did you like it the best?”

“No, Battersea was, but I’m happy I ended up at Helmond.” Annalise breathed out white vapour. “Helmond’s prettier.”

Y/N laughed. “The aesthetic is more important than the uni itself, innit? If you can’t take decent Instagram pictures there, what’s the point of spending the next three years at that place?”

Annalise laughed along with Y/N, taking a last drag. “I rarely use Instagram.”

“I used to. I loved to like document my life, to let all my friends and family know what I was doing at all times. But then I found Snapchat, and it’s just better.”

“You know that if you, like, save a picture or video in the Snapchat app, Snapchat owns it?”

Y/N blinked.

“At least what someone at home told me once.”

“Doesn’t Instagram do the same?” Y/N asked.

“Think so,” Annalise said, walking over to the litter and stumping her cigarette out in the ash tray on top of it. “Ground rule: don’t save anything onto social media. Anyone can save and see your pictures.”

“Basically,” Y/N mumbled, looking over at the man she had watched earlier. He was still arguing with someone over the phone.

“Ready to head back inside?” Annalise asked.

“Yeah.” Y/N got up and the two strolled back over to the Caffé Nero their three other mates were sat in. Thian, Hayden, and Chloe were all sat with their laptops in front of them and books in the centre of the table behind their screens. Chloe was talking animatedly as Y/N and Annalise approached, Hayden busy with something on the laptop in front of them while Thian sat with a book in his hands, looking at Chloe as she spoke. Y/N took off her puffer jacket, hanging it off the back of her chair as she sat down, adjusting her black V-neck jumper and loose denim jeans.

“…the problem isn’t that. The problem is the fact that they never clean up after themselves. That’s the problem,” Chloe said, groaning loudly. “And when I ask in the flat groupchat if anyone wanna be social, no one answers. I swear, all of them hate me.”

“Maybe they’re just busy,” Thian suggested.

“They always say that, but I know two of the boys are in Dave’s room playing something on that PlayStation.” Chloe crossed her arms over her chest. “Should I learn how to play FIFA?”

“You don’t have to impress them,” Y/N said, turning her laptop back on to finish the essay for Critical Reading that was due that Friday.

“No, I know. But if I want to hang out with anyone in my flat, I gotta do something. What games do you play in the PlayStation, Thian?”

Thian stared at Chloe for a second, mouth working before he mumbled, “I didn’t bring one to uni.”

“Alright, then what did you play at home?”

“Call of Duty.”

Chloe scrunched up her nose. “Isn’t that a war game?”

“Yeah.”

“Nah, I’m not into that.” Chloe grimaced, looking at something further away. “I’ve never really played PlayStation. One of the blokes I dated in college gamed a lot, but I couldn’t be asked to sit around and just watch.”

“The three in my flat play GTA,” Y/N said. “At least that’s what Nathan wants to play, Harry and Mason just go along.”

Chloe’s face instantly lit up. “Oh, my word, Y/N. You have to make Harry teach me how to play something on the PlayStation.”

There was a slight pang in Y/N’s chest at the sound of his name leaving Chloe’s lips in that way. Y/N opened, then closed her mouth, then opened it again. “I don’t really hang out with them when they play it. I’ve had so much to do these past months.”

“That’s fine, Nathan can keep us company,” Chloe said, leaning back in her seat. “Make Mason come, too. God-“ She grinned, letting her head fall between her shoulder blades. “-Your flatmates are fit.”

“Harry’s fitter than Mason,” Hayden chimed in.

“No, definitely Mason,” Annalise said.

“I can’t choose. Depends on my mood,” Chloe mused.

Thian kept quiet, staring pointedly at his laptop.

“Can you do it? Make them teach me?” Chloe begged, sticking her bottom lip out at Y/N.

Y/N took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”

Chloe grinned.

“They might be busy, too. Might not get to it till after Christmas break.”

Chloe waved her hand. “That’s fine. I just want to hang out with someone from my flat eventually.”

Y/N glanced down at her laptop again, trying to forget the conversation she had just had with the other three. Chloe continued chattering on about something of no significance, Y/N did not care to listen as she wanted to finish her essay before she had to leave for home coming Saturday. Though her coffee was cold now as she took a sip of it, Y/N still appreciated the taste of caffeine. It woke her up, made her more alert and focused.

Ever since she was seven years old, her papai had made her coffee to drink. He always said “coffee is as vital to a Brazilian’s existence as tea is to a Brit’s” and she had drunk it ever since. She loved the taste of it much more than tea, but seeing as tea was much easier to make, she had come to resort to it here in London. Home in Nottingham, there was always a brew in the making or one ready for whoever felt like having a cup, made with a proper coffee machine that Davi had invested proper money in. He had bought it back in 2001, and it worked just as well as it did back then. Y/N, like her papai, loved the coffee from that old coffee maker more than anything else. She could not wait until she was home with her parents so she could drink proper coffee all the time without going to the nearest coffee shop to do so. The instant coffee Nathan often made smelled and tasted rank, Y/N would have no other coffee than her papai’s and a cup made at a coffee shop.

“I’m gonna go buy a muff,” Hayden said, getting up from their chair. “This essay is doing my head in, I need something to sooth the pain.”

“Oh, could you buy me a scone?” Thian asked, putting his hands together as if he was begging on his knees. “I’ll pay with five stellar knock knock jokes.”

“Make it six.”

“Deal.”

The two shook hands and Hayden grinned as they looked at the other three. “Anything from the trolley, dears?”

Y/N and Annalise chuckled. “No thanks,” Y/N said, Annalise saying the same thing.

“No, I’ll just add to this,” Chloe said, patting at her stomach.

“Add to what?” Hayden asked.

“A belly.” Chloe gripped the little that was protruding from her tight denim jeans. “I’m trying to start working out for bikini season, to remove that extra uni weight, you know?”

Hayden looked absolutely lost, so did Thian, and Annalise looked to not be paying any attention at all. Y/N, however, felt a familiar pang in her chest. It was a small explosion she had felt before, one that would taint the rest of her day. Instinctively, she put her scarf around her chest, letting it fall over her stomach.

Hayden did not comment, instead they just walked up to the till, ready to tell the lady working there their order. The table fell silent, but not for the reason Y/N wanted it to. No, they were all just busy with their essays. Y/N knew that it would be impossible for her to concentrate on the assignment now that the only thing she would be thinking about for the rest of the day was Chloe’s comment. Chancing a look over at her friend, she saw her flicking through a book in her lap, completely unbothered, Annalise was cocking her head to the side as she wrote something on her Mac, while Thian was watching Hayden pay for their food. None of them had batted an eyelash. Which was nothing new, Y/N was used to no one picking up on covered up fatphobic comments.

She knew that Chloe had not said those things with her in mind, that the statement had been about her own body only. But Y/N could not help but feel the comment in her very soul. She could remember her mates from school in Nottingham making comments similar to that one, so hearing it wasn’t alien, but it stung as much as hearing it that first time.

“Here we go,” Hayden said, putting the scone down on Thian’s keyboard.

“Scones are so bloody good,” Thian moaned, taking a huge bite out of his. “If we had to fuck a food, I’d fuck scones.”

The table went quiet, all looking at Thian. He just continued on eating, humming some Alesso and Conor Maynard song that was always playing on the radio.

“Why did you just say that?” Hayden asked.

“Felt like sharing my thoughts with the class.”

Hayden raised their eyebrows before looking at the laptop in front of them. “The class did not need to know.”

Thian shrugged his shoulders and Annalise laughed, Chloe joining in after a little while. Y/N smiled at them, but her thoughts still drifted back to Chloe’s comments just a minute earlier. She spread her scarf out over her stomach, wishing she had worn something that wasn’t so tight fitted.

Friday, 15 December 2017

“Sorry we’re late,” Mason said as him and the rest of the rugby team streamed into the seminar room. Hayden, Y/N, Thian, Chloe, Annalise, Nathan, and Annalise’s two friends were all sat around one table, already having started a round of Uno.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Hayden smiled. “I’ve put Uno decks on the other tables.”

“Cheers.”

Mason and the rest of the team sat down, all chatting amongst themselves and letting go of heavy sighs as they took their seats. It was clear that the last training session for the team this year had not only been cold, but also immensely tiring. They all looked very ready to travel home for Christmas break, and it looked like a few already had.

Y/N felt their struggle with the cold. She herself was wearing a mini linen skater dress in black. The skirt was loose, making it comfortable to hide her belly in – she had not stopped thinking about Chloe’s comment all week, but it would not stop her from looking really fucking good – and the waist was open, baring some of her skin and rib tattoo to everyone. Her skin protruded around the straps that were wrapped around her waist, connecting her skirt from her top, but there was nothing she could do about it, so she just tried to stay out of Chloe’s vision. The plunge neck revealed a very deep cleavage and skin, making it so Y/N had put on two silver necklaces to top of the outfit. The rest of the top had long sleeves and a nice collar, which was why Y/N had bought the dress. It was slutty, but in a modest way.

The rest of the gang around the table had also dressed up, ready to go out after this. They all had their last lecture of the semester today, meaning that their Christmas break had just started, and they wanted to celebrate before everyone travelled to their separate locations the next day. Chloe to Oxford, Thian to Bristol, Hayden to Sheffield, Annalise to Monnickendam, and Y/N back home to Nottingham. It would be weird not to meet up with them, to not go to lectures and stress about assignments for the next month. Then again, Annalise had made a Snapchat and Messenger group to ensure that the gang would talk every single day. And knowing her mates, Y/N was sure they would.

During a break between rounds, Y/N got up from their table after making sure that her polyamide shorts underneath her dress didn’t roll down her stomach. She wore them to prevent chafing, knowing that if she did not wear them underneath her skirt, it would be hard for her to wear anything the next day. She did the zip of her chunky sock boots before making her way over to Mason’s table.

“Alright, Y/N?” Mason said as she came closer, giving her a small smile.

“How’re you lot finding the society?” she asked, looking around the table, meeting Kai’s eyes.

Kai beamed. “Good, it’s nice to spend some time with the whole team off the rugby pitch.”

“You’re dressed up,” Mason pointed out. “What’s the occasion?”

“Uno Society.”

Mason smiled. “Trying to pull some rugby players, are ya?”

“No. No, rugby players.”

Mason only raised his eyebrows as if he didn’t believe her, smile widening.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re just as unbearable as Harry sometimes.”

“Nah, Harry’s worse than me.”

“Right.” Y/N took a big breath. “Chloe over there, the blonde,” Y/N said, motioning behind her with a nod of her head. Mason’s gaze immediately fell on Chloe. “She’s wondering if you and Harry can teach her how to play the PlayStation.”

Mason blinked, looking over at Kai as the bigger man clapped his hands together before laughing.

“Is that funny?” Y/N asked.

“No, it’s not. I just knew Kai would react like that,” Mason said. “But I’ll do it. After Christmas at some point.”

“Nice, I’ll tell her that, then.”

“Why does she need someone to teach her how to play PlayStation?” Kai asked, and though there was laughter in his voice, Y/N could tell his question was sincere.

“Some blokes in her flat never want to be social, they just stay in this one room playing PlayStation, and she’s kinda left out ‘cause she doesn’t really know how to play.”

“That might not work out,” Kai said, smiling still.

“Worth a shot, either way.”

“Maybe she just wanna spend time with this hunk,” Kai grinned, putting a hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Or the other hunk that’s not here.”

“Speaking of him,” Y/N said, putting a hand on her hip. “Not that I care, but where is he?”

Kai grinned, sitting back in his chair. “You don’t care? Not at all?”

“No, Y/N doesn’t like Harry much,” Mason explained, completely unbothered. “He’s working. The team’s popping by The Stag’s Head later to check on him since it’s his last shift and all that.”

Y/N nodded, suddenly remembering how Harry had told her that a few weeks ago.

“What’s the bellend done to you?” Kai asked.

“Another time, Kai. We’re in the middle of a round,” Mason said. “I’ll find a day that’s good for Chloe to come over.”

“Wicked,” Y/N smiled. “See ya.”

“Later, mate.”

Y/N walked back to her table, sitting down in her seat again. “Sorry,” she said when Hayden gave her a look. “Chloe, Mason said he could teach you how to play PlayStation sometime after Christmas break.”

Chloe squealed. “Really?!”

“Yeah, he’ll text me saying when.”

“Ahh! Buzzing!”

Y/N gave her a smile before the gang went back to playing.

Though she was physically present over the next hour or so, Y/N’s mind travelled back to the flat and the watch on her desk. Besides assignments, Christmas, and what Chloe said on Tuesday, that was all Y/N had spent her time thinking about. She would be in bed, about to go to sleep, then just get out of her bed and look at the watch, study it carefully. Maybe there was another message of sorts on it, maybe she was supposed to do something with it. But other days she did not want to touch that watch. There was something about it, something about how it had just been left in her possession so casually, something about the fact that she had not seen George since that night, that did not sit right with Y/N at all.

Throughout the rest of the night, after the Uno Society, while the gang was sat at a pub, and then dancing at a club later, Y/N could not bring herself to enjoy herself thoroughly. All her energy went back to that watch. She wanted to understand what it meant, why George had it, and what she was supposed to do with the information. Was she even supposed to do anything at all? It only made her want to travel down to Newport even more. She had to now. Her parents might think about getting rid of that cabin, but Y/N had to revisit it one last time before that happened.

Y/N did not drink that night; she was afraid of the conspiracy theories she would form if she did. She had one cocktail at the pub they went to, but could not do more than that, and her mates did not ask questions as to why she was not drinking, something she really appreciated. It was late when she announced she would be going home, and so she called Nathan and made him stay on the line with her as she took the tube back to Haggerston Station. Once she reached Orsman Road, she could hear his snores on the other end, and hung up halfway down the road to the flat. However, in the distance, she saw a stag’s head sign hanging out on a metal pole, protruding from the building opposite her flat building. She suddenly remembered what Mason said, and crossed the road, making her way over to the pub.

A small group of lads made their way out of the pub as Y/N reached it, the last one holding the door for her. She smiled and thanked him before walking inside. Now that she wasn’t affected by alcohol, Y/N was finally able to take in the pub properly without having the slight haze of alcohol taint it. The lights were comfortably dimmed, not too much so you could not read the menu, but just enough so that a person’s facial features would be a tad blurry. The red that ran along the wall behind the dark bar counter was subtle, giving the bar a sense of holding onto the secrets of each person who walked through the front doors, like a Victorian murder mystery. Y/N could see Sweeney Todd’s barber shop trapped in the same colours.

“Excuse me, miss,” a man walking out from behind the counter said, grey hair and broad shoulders. “We’re closed.”

“Oh,” she said, looking around the dark pub. “I… I thought I might find Harry here.”

The man narrowed his eyes a little. “He’s got a new girlfriend? So soon after the other ones?”

Y/N felt herself narrow her eyes back at the man. Girlfriend? Harry’s had girlfriends – plural – since he started working in The Stag’s Head? There was a very strange combination of a lot of different feelings that swarmed around Y/N’s body, suddenly making her feel seasick. She was about to abort her mission, to say she would just catch Harry at home, when there came a voice from the door leading out into the smoking area.

“Y/N,” Harry said, turning the lights off outside and closing the door. It looked as if he could not quite believe his eyes as he saw her standing there, like he had not thought she would ever show up to his work like this. Without seemingly able to help himself, his green eyes fell down to her green dress and her exposed legs. He quickly looked to his other co-worker, clearing his throat as he walked behind the pub counter. Y/N could swear she saw a slight pink hue to his cheekbones.

“I’ll leave if you’re busy.”

“No,” Harry said, the word coming out a little too quickly as if desperation got the better of him. “No. Not busy.”

The grey-haired man raised his eyebrows at Harry. He must have seen something in Harry’s demeanour, because he said, “You’ll be alright to close up on your own?”

Harry smiled. “It’ll be a nice way to end my time at Stag’s Head.”

“Nice,” the man Y/N now suspected was Harry’s boss, said. “Pop by with the keys tomorrow, will ya?”

“Yes, sir.”

The man gave both Harry and Y/N a smile each before he started on his walk up to his office. The pub was suddenly very quiet, not a single sound came from inside, just the distant siren outside and the low buzz of the city. A place that was usually bustling with noise, energy, and anticipation, was now left with the latter. Y/N looked around the place, unsure of what to do with herself now that it was only her and Harry there. Harry watched her, picking up the Cif spray from where it stood under the counter. She felt his gaze on her as she walked along the booths, touching the red velvet cushions, a rush of goosebumps travelling up her spine at the knowledge that she had his full attention.

She turned around, leaning her bum against a table as she took in the liquor behind Harry. He was washing the counter, looking over at Y/N again, eyes falling to her mid-area that was expanded slightly at the pressure the surface behind her was providing. He quickly looked away again, biting his lips together as he focused on the counter in front of him. Y/N could not help a small smile.

“What made you show up to my work, then?” he asked.

“Can’t a friend show up to another friend’s work?”

Harry let out a strangled chuckle. “Alright. That’s very nice of you, but I don’t buy that for a single second.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “You don’t?”

“There’s gotta have been another reason as to why.”

“Okay…? What’s that?”

Harry shrugged his shoulder, spraying more Cif onto the counter. “You were bored. You didn’t want to be around your other mates any longer. You wanted to see a delicious man with an irresistible Northern accent clean up a pub since it’s his last shift ever here tonight.”

Y/N let out a laugh, placing her hands on either side of the table beside her. “None of the above.”

“Alright,” Harry said, coming out from behind the pub. “What didn’t I cover?”

“You weren’t at the Uno Society meeting.”

The answer came so effortlessly, as if her subconscious had been holding onto the answer for Y/N until she was strong enough to know the real reason. Her hands instantly gripped the table harder, feeling embarrassed for admitting vulnerability so easily. She blamed how easy it was to talk to him, how he just seemed to throw a lasso around her deepest secrets, her most private desires, and drag them out of her.

Harry looked over at her from where he was cleaning the tables a bit further away in the pub. “Had work. Would’ve been there if I didn’t have to be here.”

She nodded, looking down at her black boots. For some reason, his words warmed something inside her. Hearing someone care about something she cared about made her feel special. Then again, someone she just met on the street could tell her they hated Marmite, something Y/N also did, and she would feel equally as fuzzy inside. Finding small bonds, small preferences, small somethings that connected you to other people, made you feel like you weren’t alone, but it also made you feel special, made you feel seen and understood. It was as if someone opened a door into their soul, and giving you a warm handshake, welcoming you into them and their life.

“The lads had a blast,” Harry said, now closer to Y/N as she had zoned out for a minute and some.

“They did?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to just sit down and relax like that. We don’t really get to do that.”

Y/N watched as Harry hovered by a table, leaning over it to clean it. His black tee shirt stretched over his broad back, his shoulder blades visibly working as he ran the cloth over the table in front of him. The outline of his muscles, the way they were so hard against the soft fabric of the tee shirt, made Y/N’s body feel very hot all of a sudden. He worked so carefully, sliding his hand holding the cloth so slowly over the table, paying it his undivided attention. She adjusted her position against her table, looking away from Harry as he stood back up, his black trousers that had been tight around his buttocks, slacking at the lack of pressure on the material. Get a fucking grip, Y/N screamed at herself in her head, focusing on the wall in front of her. She saw Harry look at her over his shoulder, gaze lingering on her for a few seconds. Y/N suddenly found it very hard to draw a proper breath.

“You’re mad I didn’t show up?” Harry asked.

Y/N was silent, her brain completely blank. “Didn’t show up…?”

She could see his smug smile in her peripheral vision. “Yeah.”

“To what?”

His smile widened and he focused on a table closer to her. “The Uno Society.”

She closed her eyes. Her checking out Harry while he had his back to her had not just made her forget the whole reason why she had showed up to The Stag’s Head in the first place. His body looking the way it did, him caring about the society, him teasing her to get a reaction out of her… Why the fuck did he have that effect on her?

“No,” Y/N said, refusing to look at him still. “I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you look at me right now?”

Y/N could feel her hands instinctively grabbing harder onto the table behind her. “No reason.”

“You know,” Harry started, she could hear the smirk in his voice. “You can try all you want, but I still know you.”

She huffed. “You wish.”

“I don’t gotta,” he said, chuckling a little. “Don’t gotta wish when I already do know you. Wish I knew you better, wish you’d just open up to me like you did so easily before, but that’s for a later time.”

That made her look over at Harry, her eyebrows drawn together as she just watched him clean yet another table. He… Did he really think she would one day open up to him again and they would go back to being friends like they used to? Was he really that optimistic? Had he thought about it? About them and their friendship? And what a future with her alongside him at uni would look like? Her eyes landed on his bicep as it flexed, holding his body weight as he leaned against the table again. Her gaze following his arm all the way down to his hand, long slender fingers wrapped around the edge of the table, and the thick veins over the dorsal part of his hand made something in Y/N’s brain short circuit. That along with the casual way he was leaning his hips against the table, staring down at it with his head cocked.

What the fuck, Y/N said to herself again, looking away from him. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?! How was she supposed to stay neutral, to not find him attractive, to not want to sink right back into old habits when she allowed herself to study him and look at him like that. She had to stop. This was getting out of hand.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet tonight,” Harry said, working slowly as he cleaned up the table in the booth beside the one she was stood leaning against.

“No, I’ve just got things on my mind.”

“What things?”

Your broad shoulders. Your hands. The way you stick your tongue out of your mouth when you are concentrating. But Y/N said none of those things, as doing so would sentence her to a lifetime of humiliation.

“Insignificant things.”

“When they’re taking up a lot of space in your head and preventing you from being present, they’re not insignificant,” Harry said, sounding a little serious all of a sudden. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing inherently bad on my mind, just… I’ve got a lot of… thoughts,” Y/N said, not knowing how else to explain it without giving something away.

“What thoughts?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Thought you did Architectural Studies, didn’t know you also had a degree in being Nosy.”

Harry let out a laugh, coming to stand in front of her with the spray and the cloth in his hands. “I’m very nosy.”

“Glad to hear you’re self-aware.”

“But right now I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Bloody hell, Y/N thought, could he just fucking stop being so nice? So fucking adorable? And fit? It made hating him so much harder than it already was.

“I’m okay.”

He took a step closer. “What’s been on your mind then?”

“Just… life.”

“Has uni exhausted you?”

“Yeah, but it’s not what I’m thinking about.”

Harry took another step closer. Y/N’s palms were suddenly very clammy.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked again, a small smile on his lips as if he was challenging her.

“Maybe you just have to face the fact that I won’t tell you and you can’t figure it out on your own.”

“Nah,” Harry said. “I’ll figure you out.”

Y/N watched as Harry took another step closer, her heart suddenly beating very fast inside her chest.

“I just gotta…” He trailed off, now standing directly in front of her. Tip of his shoes against the tip of hers. Without a warning of sorts, he leaned closer, bending over her until his head hovered beside her own. Chest wavering above hers, touching as she drew in a precipitous breath and he did the same. Their bodies did not brush against one another again, an invisible, burning shield was built to keep them apart the second their upper bodies made contact. As if the universe was telling them that by touching like that, the world would go up in total flames around them.

Harry’s sudden closeness made her breathe in a little too harshly, she was sure he must have heard it but she simply did not care. The reaction her body was having to him being so close was electric, it made all the hairs on her body stand on end. She didn’t know what he was doing that close to her, thinking at first that he must have wanted to whisper something in her ear, to say something to her that would undoubtedly make her glad she was leaning against something solid for support.

But she heard the familiar sound of the Cif spray, and a second later, Harry reached his cloth behind Y/N’s back, cleaning the table. She felt his breath against her neck, triggering something radioactive inside her. The oud aroma of his cologne, with notes of cedar, patchouli, and spicy saffron filled Y/N’s nostrils. In those seconds when Harry hovered above her like that, his warm body inches from hers, breath fanning against her skin, his aroma, and aura mere inches from hers, Y/N was conflicted as to if she wanted time to speed up or slow down some more. She knew that if she stayed like that, with Harry so close to her, for much longer she would go absolutely mad and have an impossible time resisting him if he were to try something like he had done in the living room the week before.

No sooner had she thought that, he pushed off, face lingering just centimetres from hers. “I just need to take a look,” he said, speaking as if he did not mind if the whole world was watching them. He raised his hand, about to touch her chin. For what reason, Y/N did not know, but she didn’t ask any questions. However, he stopped, as if touching her was something he could not do. Y/N was glad he hadn’t, because God knows how her body would have reacted had he tenderly touched her jawline like it looked like he wanted to.

“Take a look?” Y/N mumbled.

“At you.”

A small breath left her lips.

“Maybe the answer to what’s been on your mind is somewhere in your eyes,” he said, eyes suddenly falling to her lips. “Or your lips.” He glanced at her forehead. “Or in the slight lines that appear between your eyebrows when you’re deep in thought.” He looked down at her hands on the table edge. “Or the way you’re gripping the table so tight right now.”

Jesus Christ, she was about to explode. Y/N let go of it immediately, standing up and forcing Harry to take two steps back. His intense glance lingered on her, falling to her lips as she opened her mouth to take a breath.

“It’s getting late,” she said, fingering the hem of her leather jacket as her heart continued to hammer away inside her chest.

“Wait for me, yeah?” Harry walked over to the next table to clean it, doing it way faster than all the other ones. Biting his lip and moving his hand with the cloth over the table as if to make up for time spent on something else, cleaning very slowly and standing too close to her.

“No, I can walk home by myself.”

“I know you’re capable of walking, but I don’t like you being out in the streets all alone late at night.”

Y/N looked over at Harry as he cleaned the last booth, seeing the determination to finish as quickly as possible.

“It’s just across the road,” she said.

“Please just let me walk you across the road, then.” Harry walked behind the bar counter, putting the cleaning supplies away.

“You make me sound like an old lady.”

“Just-“ He appeared from behind the counter. “-Wait.” He then disappeared into the backroom where he only stayed for a few seconds. Y/N would have thought that since he enjoyed working at The Stag’s Head, he would have at least lingered for a few moments to take in the last time he would ever be back there. But instead, he emerged wearing his coat, locking the door behind him, mere seconds later. He turned the lights off, and, walking over to where Y/N was standing, placed a gentle hand to her lower back, guiding her in the direction of the door that she could only barely make out in the dark. Goosebumps instantly ran up Y/N’s back and she inhaled at the pressure of Harry’s hand on her body. He held the door open for her and Y/N stepped outside, watching as Harry locked the front doors to The Stag’s Head for the very last time.

He looked around them after locking the door, checking up and down the three streets that came to a crossroad just outside the pub. Once his eyes finally met Y/N’s again he gave her the smallest smile, then motioned for her to lead the way back to their flat. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she could not find it in herself to do just that in that moment. Though it was just across the road, she very much appreciated Harry’s company back to their flat. Distance was nothing when the roads were dark and the faces of the figures walking past were left blurred by the dim streetlamps.

Harry held the door for Y/N once again, letting her be the first to enter the building. She strolled upstairs, unlocking their front door and watching as Harry gestured for her to walk on inside. The flat was dark, except for the warm yellow lights Nathan had twined around the railing of their terrace and the changing colours of the luminous Christmas tree in the living room. The kitchen was usually left in darkness, as was the rest of the flat, but since their eyes were used to night outside, it wasn’t hard to navigate their way to the stairs. They took their jackets off, and without her leather jacket on, Y/N was very aware of how much of her skin was exposed to Harry. Her dress showed off her legs, arms, and parts of her back to him, and she knew that, if he walked behind her up the stairs, he would get a good look at her bum.

She took her boots off and started up the stairs with her purse in her hand, hearing Harry make his way up them as well. If any man were to walk behind her up the stairs, Harry was one she trusted not to take the mick, to not look up her skirt and make her feel uncomfortable. But… after everything… she still didn’t want him to see her knickers. However, facing her door, she heard Harry walking up the stairs. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face him once he reached the first floor. What happened next happened so suddenly that Y/N barely managed to wrap her head around it before the moment was gone.

She had just turned around to face Harry when he walked up over to her. Taking a step back at the sudden closeness, she felt herself breathe in sharply as Harry’s face lingered only centimetres from her own again. Though the person standing in front of her was a man, a completely different person, something inside her brain took her back to that night when they were 16. He hadn’t been this close to her since then, had not touched her or looked at her like this since then. His eyes flicked down to her lips, and then to meet hers, wet lips parting as if the anticipation was killing him.

And Y/N had to painfully admit, it was killing her, too. As much as she had tried to fight it, it was impossible to now. She wanted Harry to kiss her. Not tenderly kiss her like you would peck a person you were in love with, or to gently rub his thumb over her cheek as a show of affection, or to hug her tight when they met up for lunch. No, she wanted him to fucking kiss her. She wanted him to grab her face and kiss her hard; desperately, needily. She wanted them to fumble to take each other’s clothes off, and for him to make up for how bad that first time together was. There was absolutely no denying it, Y/N wanted Harry. She really wanted him. All these months, all those moments spent trying to push the thought away, she simply could not anymore. There was a hunger inside her for him, but only in the sexual sense. She could never fall in love with this man, she just wanted to fuck him. And she wanted to fuck him bad.

Her own lips parted, and she looked into his eyes with an expression she hoped he could read, because she needed him to understand. Once again, Harry raised his hand, hovering between them as if he were unsure what to do with it. Fingers twitching, she could see he was conflicted, whether he should touch her cheek as it looked like he wanted to, or if he should stop himself. Y/N let her eyes fall to his hand, to tell him she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to feel him somewhere, anywhere on her. Just looking at him, she could see he wanted the same as her. He wanted to feel her body, to explore it in a completely different way to last time.

Harry’s hand fell out of view, and just as Y/N thought he was going to let it hang limply, uselessly, at his side, she felt something on her waist. A warm pressure, snaking around the black linen of her dress. She waited for him to pull her closer to him, for their torsos to connect, but it never happened.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered, eyes falling to her lips again.

She did not answer, instead just tilted her head so it would be easier for him to kiss her. With her eyelids hanging low over her eyes, her body language not showing any sign of protesting, and with her lips parted, Y/N hoped the message was coming across clearly. Harry leaned in closer, his nose almost touching hers. Her heart was beating so fast and hard it hurt. Her hands were clammy. All her attention focused on Harry and the electricity they created on that spot where his hand rested. He leaned down, lips hovering just over the crook of her neck, making her close her eyes. Breath against the hair of her shoulder, lightning shooting up Y/N’s back. He slowly leaned back out again, nose hovering beside hers. The anticipation was absolutely killing her.

“I…” But he drifted off, eyes falling to her lips again. She could feel his breath on her mouth, could smell his cologne. The tension was making her dizzy, she just wanted him to bloody kiss her already.

She was just about to do it herself when she felt his warm hand drop off her waist. She blinked, and the next second, Harry took a step back. He only looked at her, mouth working as if he was trying to find the right words to say, but there were none. So, as if blinking himself awake from a sort of dream, he took another step back. Suddenly, he opened the door into his room. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at Y/N. Again, he tried to say something that must have died on the tip of his tongue, because again, he did not utter a word. It looked like he physically could not say them out loud. Instead, he closed the door, leaving Y/N standing alone out in the dark hallway.

Y/N’s eyes rested on the door to the bathroom, trying to go over in her head where it had just happened. Had… Had Harry just walked away just now? Had he teased her in the pub, then done almost the same just now, only to walk away? What had gone wrong? Why had he not kissed her? What had made him step away? What had made him stop? Y/N could not answer a single one of the questions, and she doubted Harry would give her any. She closed her eyes, resting her head against her door behind her. This was exactly why she had not wanted to live with Harry, this was why she had not given in to his charms and flirts before. Now, because of what had just happened, because of how awkward that had just been, they were back to square one. Just living under the same roof as him infuriated her. She could not fucking stand Harry Styles.

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[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 23

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories! 

**Indicates my recent favs 

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**Are We Satellites? by starvels(dinosaur) (Marvel 616/29k) 

In between sunrises on the road, Steve is speaking, eating, stepping into diners to save people like coming back to his childhood home.

And Tony, Tony is watching him. Tony is relearning being awake.

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A cross country roadtrip where Steve and Tony find the typical American town, a fuckton of trees and finally, finally, find the right questions to ask each other.

All The Love You Hold and Hide by Mireille (Sex Pollen/17k) 

On a mission, Steve triggers a booby trap that turns out to be a skeevy sex curse, of the "fuck or die" variety.

Tony volunteers as tribute.

No Time For Losers by gottalovev (Hockey AU/25K) 

Tony Stark: Playboy. Millionaire. Philanthropist. Hockey superstar.

(featuring among other things an unexpected trade, learning to get along with new teammates, pining, the Olympics, and a happy ever after)

**King of Infinite Space by Elspethdixon, Seanchai (Avenger s 616/37k) 

A villain from Tony's past comes back to cause trouble for the Avengers. Maybe it wouldn't have been so easy, if things weren't already so awkward over the events of Execute Program.

**A Real Boy by Sineala (AI Tony Stark/11K) 

When Steve shows up for the Avengers' team meeting, he quickly discovers that the version of Tony in attendance this week is the artificial intelligence. But Tony is still Tony, the man Steve has loved for years, and him being a hologram doesn't stop the two of them from falling for each other. They just have a few kinks to work out.

If the Jacket Fits by betheflame (No Powers AU/3.3K) 

Steve finds a stranger in a park having a panic attack and gives him his jacket to keep warm as he calms down.

Tony falls for the stranger who gave him his coat during a panic attack, but finding "Steve from Brooklyn" isn't exactly easy.

Good thing Tony is a stubborn weirdo.

Bold of Spirit by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes) (Mediveal AU/7.7K) 

"Are you listening? Or are you just an idiot?”

"Listen here. I have half a dozen blades to finish tempering and two more sets of plate armor to finish adjusting before the morning, and you think I have time to work on an unknown sword with an unknown alloy for someone that doesn't even know my prices? You may be a Titan, but you're still mortal just like the rest of us. You can wait your damn turn."

Blacksmith Tony Stark is the best in the business, and he doesn't take well to being talked down to. When what should have been a single job for a passing Titan becomes something more, his whole life gets turned upside down.

**even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember (or the fingers) by theappleppielifestyle (Amnesia/8.9k) 

Tony gets temporary amnesia.

Some things are clearer without his preconceptions dragging him down.

To Here, in the New by salable_mystic, shipperslist (Amnesia Hurt Comfort/6.8k) 

To Steve, getting seriously hurt on a mission is nothing new, neither is taking ages to heal. But having this nagging feeling of something being fundamentally missing?

That’s new.

A Cap/IronMan RBB fic.

There's A History Between Us (and people think it's mine) by IamShadow21 (Amnesia/4.5k) 

A moment is all it takes to open up the box and confirm his suspicion.

“I think you're right, Cap,” Tony says. “This isn't my area.”

Appraise Valuable Assets -> Launch Opportune Navigation (AVALON) by gottalovev (AVALON Protocol/6k) 

The plan was that no one but Tony would know about the AVALON protocol until it was needed. Steve finds out and he's pissed.

bears and mountains and lumberjack oh my! By justanotherrollingstony (Lumberjack AU/24K) 

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

a day in principal stark's office by nannersmelo (Teacher AU/10K) 

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache.

Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

a rat-ional conclusion by BladeoftheNebula (Vet AU/6K)

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out. 

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Come on Closer by Epiphanyx7 (PWP/4K) 

[[... porn.]]

Or, the one where Steve wants to talk to Tony about something important.

Modern Art by FestiveFerret (MCU/ 1K) 

Steve finally worked up the courage to ask Tony out, only to find out that Tony has a crush on someone else.

**I’ll Take Care of You by iam93percentstardust (Established Relationship/1.2k) 

Steve finally lets Tony do a skincare routine on him.

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[laurenairay]

Happy Early Birthday!! I think you should do blurb #7 for Fred, #11 for Skinny and/or #5 for Rig :) But those are just the vibes I get. I love your writing for them!

Thanks for requesting this one, anon! I’ve been on a real Big Rig kick lately, so I hope you enjoy this! 

Tagging @texanstarslove @danglesnipecelly @tippedbykreider @princessphilly because you guys put him on my mind this week with all that thirsting. This is not thirsty in the slightest...but oh well!

“You win, happy?”

*

Another day, another long shift. You groaned when your knees creaked as you stood up out of your car, more than ready to collapse in bed already. It had been a long day. A long week. Hell, it had been a long year. Locking the car, you shook out your stiff limbs before heading into your apartment building. One good thing about paying for an apartment you could only just about afford was the security of the building, the solidness of the electrics and plumbing…that at least kept any extra costs down. The peace of having an apartment all to yourself helped too.

Because sometimes all you needed after a long day of work was the peace and quiet of your own space. Not that you didn’t try to make time for your friends – you did when you could. And of course, you were friendly with a few of your neighbours too, always chatting and catching up where you could. It was a good situation. Not an amazing one, sure – but maybe one day. For now, this was good. It worked. Just about.

As you reached your floor, stepping out of the elevator, you almost crashed into a human wall. Speaking of friendly neighbours…

“Hey, Jamie, sorry about that,” you laughed, side-stepping out of his way.

He just waved his hand to dismiss the apology, letting the elevator doors close and move on, making you smile. Jamie Oleksiak, your neighbour three doors down, super sweet and always ready to lend a hand with anything you needed. One of the only people in your life that had seen you at your lowest points, the times when you were most exhausted. One of the only people that always asked, and genuinely too, about how you were doing. The fact that he was built like a tree and had the face of an angel was just a bonus.

“Hey, I’m just heading out to grab some food with some friends – did you want to join us?” he asked hopefully.

As sweet as that offer was…

“I literally just finished work – maybe another time? All I want to do right now is sleep, sorry,” you said, shaking your head.

“Damn, you worked overtime again?” he winced.

“Gotta get that money somehow,” you shrugged, smiling wryly.

“But like…”

He trailed off, grimacing, sending a sour note through your body. Was he really judging you right now? Sure, you worked long hard hours and had the tiniest apartment in the block…but seriously?

Jamie saw the unimpressed look on your face and winced again.

“I didn’t mean anything bad. It’s just…you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” he sighed.

“What, working? Working to keep a roof above my head?”

Jamie pursed his lips, clearly not happy with your sharp tone. “Working yourself to the bone. When was the last time you didn’t take an overtime shift, hm? When was the last time you actually took time to yourself?”

You laughed, bitterly, shaking your head. Like he would ever be able to understand.

“Jamie I don’t have time for this, I-”

“You never have time!” he retorted, cutting you off mid-sentence.

And that was it, you were done.

“You win, happy? Yes, I’m fucking exhausted. Yes, I wish I could sack it all off and just vegetate on my couch for a whole weekend. But I can’t, Jamie. I have bills to pay, work to do, food to put on my plate, rent to cover. I know you have more money that sense, but I don’t,”

Okay, that was mean. You didn’t mean that. He was a good guy, you knew that.

Jamie flinched back like you’d slapped him, forehead creasing with hurt. “That’s not fair,” he murmured, “I’d give you all the money you needed if you even let me,”

You groaned, tilting your head back as you closed your eyes briefly.

“That’s so not the point, Jamie. You’re missing the entire point. I work to survive, that’s literally all I can do. I don’t have any other choice,” you sighed.

“So that’s it? I just get to watch you work yourself into an early grave?” he scowled.

“No-one said you had to watch,” you shot back.

Because fuck him for judging you.

But Jamie shook his head, laughing shortly, eyes shining with a fire than made you swallow heavily.

“No, no-one did say I had to. I choose to be your friend, to have you in my life, because you’re an amazing person. You’re caring, and sweet, and you put everyone before yourself. Even when Mrs Kramer’s dog is yapping at all hours of the night or the Dane twins are being little shits. But there’s only so long you can go on like this before you break down. You can’t keep going on like this,”

The sadness in his voice, true heartbreaking sadness, made a lump rise in your throat and tears spring to your eyes. You knew he was right. There always was a breaking point, a stage someone would get to before they couldn’t carry on anymore. You’d seen it in so many people…and you knew he was right, that you would get there too. But what could you do?

“I don’t know what I can do, Jamie. I don’t have much of a choice,” you murmured.

Jamie stepped closer towards you, hands coming to rest on your shoulders, the warmth comforting and strong.

“Let me help you,” he said firmly.

“Jamie…” you sighed.

But he just shook his head, smiling. “Let me help you, at least with the little things? Like, cancel your Netflix subscription and use my account. That’ll save you at least a bit of gas money for your travel to work. And let me put you on my grocery delivery service. That’ll save you money and the hours after work that you can use to relax a little more,”

You swallowed heavily, looking away from the intensity of his gaze. It was too much. His generosity was far too much.

“I can’t, that’s too much,” you said shakily.

“It really isn’t,” he replied firmly, making you look up at him again, “You’re my friend and I can’t bear to see you suffering when I can help,”

Then he broke off, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, as if he was nervous. What was he nervous about?

“I…I care about you. So much. I just want to help you where I know I can. I want to see you smile again,”

Your breath caught in your throat at the look in his eyes, so genuine and warm and…something else you couldn’t put a finger on.

“I…”

“Please say yes?” he asked.

The hope in his eyes made your stomach fill with traitorous butterflies, and you knew you were done for. He really had won.

“Okay,”

“Okay?” he grinned.

“Okay. But if you’re paying for the groceries then I’m going to cook for the two of us at least once a week, when you’re not away on a roadtrip,” you said firmly.

Because if you could do something to gain back some dignity, then you absolutely would.

But that look was back in Jamie’s eyes, the one you couldn’t identify, and it made your heart beat a little faster. No, not the time.

“Alright, that sounds good to me. Any excuse to spend more time with you,” he said, smiling softly.

You bit your bottom lip to hide your smile. Now really wasn’t the time.

“I’d better go. But I’ll talk to you soon?” you said, trying to keep your cool.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll call you to sort out details, yeah?” he said, that beautiful smile still in place.

You just nodded, smiling back at him as he pressed the button for the elevator, before walking quickly towards your apartment. Your head was spinning at the events of the last 5 minutes, barely able to comprehend what you’d just agreed to, but as you opened your front door and looked back down the corridor, you spotted Jamie still looking at you. He grinned, sending a wink your way, before he stepped in the elevator out of sight. You felt your cheeks heat up with warmth and you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath as you walked into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind you. This was not how you had expected your day to end up, not in the slightest. And you knew that there was only more to come, at least where Jamie was involved.

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