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. Kiss Me With Your Fist wip introduction .

featuring @reininginthefirewriting ‘s vespera

a prequel to crave the fiction [character edits to be added at a later time]

Java Elliot, always on the precipice of danger and poor decisions, finds himself on a promising path of self-improvement while living with his brother Chai.

As he explores college majors and seeks a more stable job, Java's plans take a detour when he encounters Colt Hannigan—a captivating yet dangerous man who leads him astray.

Drawn into Colt’s twisted life of tantalizing drugs and criminal activity, Java is an inadvertent witness to an excess of violence and endures it at the end of Colt’s fist more nights than not.

Afraid to escape at the chance Colt might come after him, or worse, Java grapples with choices that endanger his hard-fought progress and continues to place not only his life but also his closest friendships in jeopardy.

characters :

Java Elliot —

Java can weave a lie so plausible even he could fall for it and believe it to be true, to the point that he sometimes questions his memory. But it keeps him safe and it keeps him sane, so why stop now when he’s already dug himself this deep?

likes simple things like leftover pizza and good music . could make a living off of lying if there was ever a need for it . would rather be at a concert than almost anywhere else . uses his friends as pillows . regularly drinks iced tea . too good at board games for anyone to enjoy playing because they know they’ll lose . prefers thrifting over buying new . collects vinyls and CDs and has a wide range of taste in music . not sure what he wants to pursue in life so he stagnates and jumps aimlessly from one project to another

Chai Elliot —

Chai has a busy enough life on their own without having to worry about their younger brother, but someone had to step up and keep Java safe from himself and the dangerous crowd he’s gotten himself caught up with. They still make time for their college courses and occasional hookups when time allows, but sometimes … sometimes Chai wishes they didn’t have to put their plans on hold to make sure Java doesn’t get himself killed.

loves dinosaurs and is pursuing a career as a museum curator . likes to hike, climb trees, and travel but seldom has the opportunity . prefers nonfiction books, learning the history of our planet, and watching documentaries . skirts and loose button-up shirts are essential to achieving peak gender balance . can’t convince them that black coffee and warm buttered toast is a treat and a perfect breakfast . memes? memes . flirty and handsy and not afraid of public displays of affection, no matter how much on display . could nap all day if given the chance

Colt Hannigan —

Prone to making bad choices, it’s no surprise that Java finds himself hand-in-hand with the son of one of the most dangerous men in his neighborhood. Charming and manipulative, Colt isn’t a man anyone should get involved with, and Java will come to learn he’s not alone in making that mistake

quick to anger and prone to violence . possessive and strategic . always gets what he wants . wears a chain necklace . collects antiques said to be worth thousands . psychology major and uses his knowledge to his advantage . appearance and fashion are important, for him and his partners . gourmet cuisine is the only acceptable menu . molds his partners into what he needs and wants them to be

London Elliot —

Too young to truly understand what is going on in her brother’s life, London remains oblivious and carefree … at least as far as familial drama goes. She has her own struggles with anxiety and selective mutism, finding solace in reading and ballet led by her instructor and favorite person, Vespera.

pastels and rainbows . observant and perceptive . great adoration for nature and animals . often found with a paintbrush in hand, but she likes to dabble in all creative art mediums . aspires to help people when she’s older . collects leaves and petals, likes to lay in the grass and observe the sky . love for ballet stems from its ability to express her emotions non-verbally

Vespera Cordova Ramirez —

Best friend and confidant, Vespera is always there to support Java and occasionally turns a blind eye to his choices, something that having a chaotic brother like Matias has inadvertently prepared her for

lives and breathes music . expresses her love for her Colombian heritage through cooking . far from being a stranger to engaging in casual hookups . a contradiction of ballet and skateboarding . wishes to better the world for her disabled students . conceals the hurt of a past unknown . intensely protective of those she allows herself to love . unapologetically herself . knows sign language . snarky comebacks and a sharp wit

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Last Line Tag

tagged by @ahordeofwasps

from kiss me with your fist

Java doesn’t go home after work. He meets Vespera at The Vinyl Booth, a small 50s-themed diner cramped between a book store that’s been closed down for as long as Java remembers and a smoke shop. She’s waiting for him by the jukebox, tracing a finger over scratches in the glass and rolling her eyes at something when he arrives.

“They need to update their tracks,” she says. Presses the button to select Foreigner’s I Want to Know What Love Is and leans back, into Java’s chest. He curves his arms around her, rests his head on her hair. She smells good, better than the bathroom he’d just spent fifteen sweaty minutes in six hours ago. “Milkshakes?”

“Milkshakes,” he agrees and pulls away, taking her hand in his and guiding her to their go-to booth. The vinyl’s cracking, yellow foam exposed across the seat, and it squeaks a little when sat on, but Java’s never minded.

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Last Line Tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea

from kiss me with your fist

“I got my tits signed!” Java howls as he bursts into the apartment with Ves laughing at his heel. She topples in beside him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Chai’s head jerks up from the book on their lap, expression blank. “Wanna see?”

“Not—”

But Java’s already tugging his shirt up and over his head, fumbling to turn the ceiling light on in the too-dim room while he’s still got one arm in its sleeve. He tosses the shirt aside and steps further into the room, beaming with pride at the jagged scrawl of Rem Ashwell’s name between his collarbones.

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#trying to decide whereabouts java’s prequel story should start #decided ‘why not with him arriving home from a concert and excitedly showing off his autographed chest to his brother’ #we’ll see if that sticks #it only goes downhill from there #wip : kiss me with your fist #wip : kmwyf #last line tag #writeblr

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Last Line Tag

tagged by @ashfordlabs

from kiss me with your fist, in which java is preparing for an interview he wants nothing to do with

A quick rinse and he’s out, dried off and lighting a cigarette to quiet the nerves. Doesn’t miss the rap of Chai’s knuckles against their bedroom wall just behind that of the bathroom, nor the muffled, “Put that out! We’ve already gotten two warnings this month!”

Rolling his eyes, Java takes a few more puffs off the filter and drowns the ember in the sink. Hums under his breath while he gets dressed in something close enough to appropriate for an interview: a cropped Pink Floyd tee he stole from Ves’ closet, over a long-sleeve mesh shirt, black jeans with ripped knees. Professionalism might not be his strong suit, but actually getting the job’s not his goal, anyway.

As long as it looks like an effort’s being made, Chai can’t get mad at him for not trying.

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Java Elliot, liar extraordinaire

Java can weave a lie so plausible even he could fall for it and believe it to be true, to the point that he sometimes questions his memory. But it keeps him safe and it keeps him sane, so why stop now when he’s already dug himself this deep?

likes simple things like leftover pizza and good music . could make a living off of lying if there was ever a need for it . would rather be at a concert than almost anywhere else . uses his friends as pillows . regularly drinks iced tea . too good at board games for anyone to enjoy playing because they know they’ll lose . prefers thrifting over buying new . collects vinyls and CDs and has a wide range of taste in music . not sure what he wants to pursue in life so he stagnates and jumps aimlessly from one project to another

from kiss me with your fist [& crave the fiction, but this board is specific to kmwyf]

#oc : java elliot #my edits #moodboard #aesthetic board #oc moodboard #wip : kiss me with your fist #wip : kmwyf #tw drugs #tw blood #cw drugs #cw blood

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that’s a horrible joke, dmitri

[Chai’s] no stranger to the gravel and glass digging into their skin through the thin material of their skirt; been there, done that, and they’re not ashamed to say Dmitri isn’t the first they’ve gone down on in public.

First boyfriend, sure, but definitely not the first boy.

“Are you sure—are you sure this’s a good idea?” Dmitri’s asking while unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans with a cautious glance toward the street. “Someone could see us.”

“Worst that might happen is we get told to leave. Don’t worry about it,” Chai says, lifting Dmitri’s shirt just enough to press a kiss to his abdomen, just beside his bellybutton. “No one ever comes out here, anyway.”

“I’m about to,” Dmitri says on a laugh and Chai rolls their eyes. “You’re pretty when you’re annoyed.”

Chai might argue that they aren’t annoyed but they take the compliment anyway and help tug Dmitri’s jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

#chai’s pov is such a delight to write #but also i ache everytime i write them with dmitri #knowing how that ends 😩 #wip : kiss me with your fist #wip : kmwyf

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Last Line Tag

tagged by @sleepyowlwrites , @oh-no-another-idea , and @winterandwords

from kiss me with your fist, in which we are introduced to chai’s drunken vigilante boyfriend

“Matias didn’t fill me in on all the details. All I know’s he pissed off some dude, same old same old.”

By ‘pissed off some dude’ Chai knows she means Dmitri overheard someone say the wrong thing, someone harassed or threatened someone, spiked their drink, maybe, any number of things, and decided to make it his problem.

“But is he okay?” Chai asks again, still digging around under the blanket, beside textbooks and dino plushies, until finally their fingers brush across the familiar shape of their phone. Almost misses Ves’ responding dunno, you’d have to ask him while they flip the phone open and read Dmitri’s messages.

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first words of april

His hair keeps blocking his vision, sticking to his sweaty forehead while Colt groans and grunts between Java’s shoulder blades. Arms shaking with how he’s pressed down into the mattress, his fingers slip and his phone fumbles out of his grasp. Java falls forward, chin scraping across silk sheets, and his laugh breaks off into a gasp. Fingers curl and tighten around a fistful of blanket, teeth digging into his bottom lip with each sudden thrust.

“Hang on,” he manages to say around each hitching breath, “I gotta text my brother real quick.”

Colt pauses in place and it leaves Java shaking and desperate for that friction to return. “… what? Now?”

“It’s just … they forget to eat or drink, so damn focused on schoolwork, you know, and I haven’t been home at all since this morning, so …” He shifts a little to brush his hair aside. Grabs his phone and draws it closer. “Just be a second.”

A breath of warm laughter down his spine while he types out a quick reminder to Chai, hits send.

Java glides forward a little, arches his back, granting Colt deeper access; he bites back a moan at the mixed pressure and pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Colt gasps behind him, palms sliding up his back, and Java grins into the sheets.

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in case anyone needed proof that java is an absolute moron

Delanie walks away, and Colt leans forward, reaches across the table to touch Java’s hand. Circles his thumb over Java’s knuckles, soft and enticing, and—is this when Chai would say fuck it and go for it? Make a move of their own? Java blinks that idea away, thinks instead of Ves, because that’s at least a little less gross.

Decides, yeah, this is it.

Licks his lips, sugary sweet, and says, “I’ve got a condom in my wallet, if you … you know, if you wanted to—“ and nods towards the restrooms.

#that’s the right way to hit on a guy #for sure #good job java #you got this #the fact it absolutely works is beside the point #wip : kmwyf #wip : kiss me with your fist

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from kiss me with your fist, because naming the reed siblings nirvana, chance, and hope in lost cause wasn’t enough …

On the way to toss his cup, the doors chime behind him and Colt calls his name.

Java freezes, hand hovering over the trash can. Loosens his grip on the cup and flinches at the rustle of sound. He swallows. Inhales a shaky breath. Turns to face Colt with what he hopes is a smile but feels more like a grimace.

“C’mere,” Colt says with a beckoning curl of his fingers that could get Java to agree to damn near anything. “Let me buy you something to drink—or, you hungry? Both? It’s on me, either way.”

“I just …” Java stares into the trash can, at his unfinished tea sitting in there. But Colt’s got a sincere puppy dog look that turns Java’s insides to mush and his answer from a no thanks to, “Small iced chai tea and a lemon poppyseed muffin.”

The smile it earns him will make it worth it.

“Not a coffee guy, huh?” Colt asks while they wait in line; there’s just one person ahead of them but she’s either making the most difficult single order known to man or ordering twelve different drinks. Whatever the case, Java’s glad he’s on this side of the counter and not in Delanie’s shoes. “Kinda ironic.”

“Yeah.” For once, it doesn’t rub him the wrong way. “My Omma used to brew tea all the time when I was a kid, guess it stuck with me. Real irony is my brother’s name is Chai … so imagine the awkwardness there.”

Colt laughs, a soft rumble in his chest. “Chai and Java … you got a sister named Mocha?”

“London, actually.” At Colt’s wrinkled brow, Java adds, “Like a London Fog. Tea with vanilla and milk.”

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dragging not only friends’ characters [in this case, @reininginthefirewriting ‘s vespera] into your wip but also making mentions of your favorite character from one of your own other wips? priceless

from kiss me with your fist

Vespera drops onto the couch, swings a leg over the other and sighs. “We breathed the same air as [Rem Ashwell].”

“You guys need help.”

Java scoffs. Joins Ves on the couch. Nudges her leg aside to make room for his head on her lap. Sighs contentedly at the drag of her fingers through his hair. “If we were talking about a dino you’d be drooling all over.”

Chai lifts a brow. “Only thing a dinosaur’d be leaving on my body is scratches and puncture wounds.”

“Rem could leave scratches on my body and I wouldn’t complain.”

Groaning, Chai tilts their head backward against the chair. Closes the book on their lap. “Thanks for sharing.”

“Anytime.” Java tucks his legs in towards his chest. Yawns and nuzzles his face against Ves’ thigh. “Can you just stay here forever and I never have to get up?”

“Nope. You got an interview tomorrow and I’ll personally kick your ass if you miss it.”

“And there’re dishes you need to wash that’ve been left in the sink all weekend,” Chai adds.

“I didn’t leave any dishes.”

“The dishes in the sink beg to differ.”

“Really? Have they been saying oh, Java, please clean us, please get us all soapy and wet, yeah, baby, just like that?”

Chai glowers, gaze sliding away from Java to land on Vespera’s face. “How do you put up with this shit?”

“I find it endearing,” she says and ruffles his hair.

“Right. And on that note,” Chai says, rising from the armchair, “I have a date tonight I need to get ready for.”

“What reminded you, was it the begging? Are you a beggar, Chai?” Java laughs at the middle finger raised in his direction before Chai disappears into their bedroom.

“I should probably go, too,” Vespera says, hand falling from Java’s hair to land at her side. “Told Matias I’d be home by now.”

“Call him, tell him you’re fine, that I fell asleep on you and you’re stuck. Like a cat on your lap, can’t disturb them or they’ll hate you forever.”

“You could never hate me.” Ves boops Java on the nose with a smile feigning innocence, and pushes him off her lap, off the couch, and onto the floor.

Where he lays, accepting his fate, and stretches out like a cat in a sun beam. “Joke’s on you, I like the floor.”

Rolling her eyes, Vespera crosses to the front door. Says, “Don’t forget to tell me how your interview goes, and remember—“

“Yeah, yeah, if I miss it you’ll kick my ass.”

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i have never related less to one of my characters

“We should probably stick to shadowing until the end of the week, just to be sure. Get the machines running and I’ll be right over to help out.” Easy enough. Push a button here, a button there, wrinkle his nose at the smell of coffee, Java could do this part all day. It’s the measuring and getting orders right that’s got his palms sweaty. How’s he supposed to keep track of how many shots of espresso someone wants, or how many sugars, how many squirts of caramel? Why can’t they stick to a simple coffee and grab their own sugar and cream at the table? Like at a diner. The shit tastes bad no matter what you do with it, anyway.

#coffee is delicious java. you're missing out #wip : kmwyf #wip : kiss me with your fist

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Colt Hannigan, a temptation unworthy of the quick thrill

Prone to making bad choices, it's no surprise that Java finds himself hand-in-hand with the son of one of the most dangerous men in his neighborhood. Charming and manipulative, Colt isn't a man anyone should get involved with, and Java will come to learn he's not alone in making that mistake

quick to anger and prone to violence. possessive and strategic. always gets what he wants. wears a chain necklace. collects antiques said to be worth thousands. psychology major and uses his knowledge to his advantage. appearance and fashion are important, for him and his partners. gourmet cuisine is the only acceptable menu. molds his partners into what he needs and wants them to be

from kiss me with your fist [& crave the fiction, but this board is specific to kmwyf]

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Chai Elliot, dino enthusiast

Chai has a busy enough life on their own without having to worry about their younger brother, but someone had to step up and keep Java safe from himself and the dangerous crowd he's gotten himself caught up with. They still make time for their college courses and occasional hookups when time allows, but sometimes ... sometimes Chai wishes they didn't have to put their plans on hold to make sure Java doesn't get himself killed.

loves dinosaurs and is pursuing a career as a museum curator. likes to hike, climb trees, and travel but seldom has the opportunity . prefers nonfiction books, learning the history of our planet, and watching documentaries. skirts and loose button-up shirts are essential to achieving peak gender balance. can't convince them that black coffee and warm buttered toast is a treat and a perfect breakfast. memes? memes. flirty and handsy and not afraid of public displays of affection, no matter how much on display. could nap all day if given the chance

from kiss me with your fist [& crave the fiction, but this board is specific to kmwyf]

#oc : chai elliot #wip : kmwyf #wip : kiss me with your fist #my edits #moodboard #aesthetic board #oc moodboard #writeblr

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1, 11, and 12 for Kiss Me With Your Fist for the Pinterest ask game pretty please?? 👀👀

1. Resembles a location in your WIP

11. Represents a platonic relationship between characters

java & vespera … purple being java and gray being ves, though i could see it going either way

12. Represents a familial relationship

java & chai … chai in all caps yelling at their brother for being dumb

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this will never not be funny

It’s been all of ten minutes and he’s ready to crawl back into bed and forget everything that isn’t sleep, but Ves’ threat ricochets around his skull until he’s cursing in the shower and wishing he’d never told her about the interview.

At a fucking cafe, of all places.

Which wouldn’t be such an issue if his name was anything but Java.

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